Which place is that?
Elder Rong was slightly taken aback and then suddenly realized.
So that’s how it is.
...
"Puff!"
Lu Ziye suddenly flew back several hundred ters, blood staining the corners of his mouth. His body, adorned with patterns and runes, trembled slightly at this mont.
His complexion was sowhat pale, with various knife wounds on his body; the most severe was a horizontal one across his chest.
The knife wound was so deep that bone could be seen, and it bore a strange black force like a festering sore that was difficult to dispel in a short ti.
"Sss!"
As he was forced to retreat, Lin Ye quickly followed suit, thrusting his spear into the ground and dragging a trail several hundred ters long, flying backwards to a spot not far from Lu Ziye.
His condition looked slightly better than Lu Ziye’s. Although he too had nurous cuts, none were as severe as the one across Lu Ziye’s chest.
"Cough, cough."
Lin Ye coughed twice sharply, looking at the figure approaching them step by step from the opposite side with a rather grave expression, "Brother Lu, what do we do?"
This guy nad Wang Zhao is excessively powerful.
Even the two of them together couldn’t suppress him at all.
Even among the One-Transformation Ascending Realm, Wang Zhao’s strength was considered top-notch.
Yet at this mont, Lin Ye and his companion had a reason they must stop him.
"Keep fighting." Lu Ziye spoke without hesitation, quietly taking out several talisman soldiers from the Space Ring, "Without Lin Su, there wouldn’t be today. What I can do now is to block Wang Zhao from interfering until Lin Su seizes the opportunity."
"That’s my brother, so of course, I have to get involved as well." Lin Ye nodded without hesitation, then glanced worriedly at the wound on Lu Ziye’s chest, "But that wound of yours..."
The deepest wound on Lu Ziye’s chest was actually taken for him.
Even with Luck Power to mitigate so damage, that wound was still so severe.
"It’s no big deal!" Lu Ziye took out a handful of Healing Pills from the Space Ring and stuffed them into his mouth, even making ti to crack a joke, "I’ll be a blood lunatic once."
"Can you two manage?" On the other side, Xue Jiao heard this and shouted, "Don’t get taken down before !"
His situation was even worse than that of Lu Ziye and Lin Ye.
Facing the combined assault of Zhou Qing and the Hunyuan Taoist Sect’s elite, Xue Jiao’s energy was already unstable, and he was covered in blood like a bloody figure.
Yet he was still lively, like an indestructible little cockroach.
"You still have the leisure to care about others!"
Zhou Qing snorted coldly, the spear in his hand breaking through like a thunderclap, causing the surrounding world to surge with a thunderous roar, carrying vast primordial energy, and stabbed swiftly towards Xue Jiao.
Uncontrollably, his eyes flashed with surprise and annoyance.
Even though Zhou Qing and Xue Jiao had crossed paths before, they had never fought with full force.
Now, engaging fully, he found out that the opponent was truly like an indestructible cockroach. Although covered in wounds, he fought with even more vigor.
Even with the company of Luck Power, such a situation was hard to imagine.
The opponent obviously had so distinct Secret Technique to achieve this outco.
This realization clearly added a few degrees of urgency to his eyes.
This confrontation had already lasted for a while, yet Xue Jiao was still unbeaten.
Wang Zhao, like a madman at this ti, was going all out for opportunity, heedless of offending Lin Su and actually going fatally against Lu Ziye and Lin Ye.
Once Lin Su cos out, Zhou Qing fears he might get entangled in this matter as well.
He was even beginning to feel a bit of reluctance.
Settling scores with Xue Jiao could also be done at the multination competition; there’s no need to insist on a result now.
But if it drags until Lin Su cos out, he fears there won’t be a good outco.
Regarding Lin Su, Zhou Qing always harbored great dread.
Even at this mont, he still had cards he hadn’t played, specifically reserved for when he would face Lin Su at the multination competition.
"Hunyuan Taoist Sect’s lapdog! Curse your mother!"
Xue Jiao raised his twin blades, turning vast primordial energy into a blade light that split the sky, carrying a bloody and fierce power, chopping down towards the spear thrust by Zhou Qing.
eting Zhou Qing’s full force attack, his figure imdiately flew back several hundred ters, his energy vibrating and becoming more chaotic, yet verbally he took no losses, cursing unreservedly.
This bout of cursing only made Zhou Qing’s eyes grow colder.
Although it didn’t make him lose his mind, his lifelong indulgence and universal respect made him extrely angry at Xue Jiao’s foul language.
This sort of foul language had happened more than once or twice.
This uncultivated bastard!
Suddenly, Zhou Qing felt that if he retreated now, even he couldn’t tolerate it.
If there was no retreat, then a quick end was needed.
With coldness flashing in his eyes, he raised his hand and took out a jade box from the Space Ring, quickly opening it.
As the jade box opened, a rich pill aroma instantly spread in all directions. Just the slight dicinal power contained in the aroma made everyone present’s primal energy beco active and restless.
Xue Jiao’s curses stopped abruptly, and he stared wide-eyed, like he’d seen a ghost, at the jade box in Zhou Qing’s hand.
"One-Transformation Ascending Pill?!"
Now he was truly panicked.
The One-Transformation Ascending Pill is more valuable than an eighth-tier resource for martial artists, and more importantly, it is incredibly scarce, requiring multiple eighth-tier resources combined with rare items for Alchemy, with only the Divine Hand Cloud Sect having its recipe.
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