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The tide-like enemies began to retreat.
Cyan Wine breathed a sigh of relief, the enemies started to withdraw, temporarily safe.
His Divine Thought slightly scanned and checked the losses on their side, his face turned ashen, the losses were sowhat significant.
From the enemy's invasion to their retreat, it was only two days, but there were three Tribulation Crossing Cultivators dead, over thirty Harmonization Cultivators, nearly a thousand Void Refining Cultivators present, as for Divinity Transformation Cultivators and Nascent Soul Cultivators, the numbers were countless, seemingly insignificant in value.
As for the losses in Feiyu World, it was not small, but with deep foundations and nurous powerful figures, it could bear such losses.
Counting the foundation, Cyan Wine's mood was unprecedentedly dire, his spirit considerably oppressed.
At this mont, an elderly man with a wizened face spoke: "Young Master, just now, I discovered the whereabouts of the Transformation Daoist. After this Transformation Daoist fled, he hid in the Grotto Heaven, or so special Secret Realm, even I couldn't calculate his location. Originally, staying hidden longer could evade my calculations!"
"But at the mont of the Undead Race's invasion, he was the first to strike, relying on brutal tactics to kill an Ice Demon Race cultivator, a Fla Demon Race cultivator, and other Demon Race cultivators, in total twelve of them. As for the lower-level Void Refining Demon Cultivators, Divinity Transformation Demon Cultivators, and others, they were countless. This person indeed has great courage and a sense of responsibility. It's just a pity that the world is vast, yet it cannot hold two geniuses... the Young Master can only put him to death!"
The elder spoke, with an unspeakable sense of regret in his expression.
Cyan Wine pondered, slightly sighed, and said: "Transformation Daoist, regardless of aptitude, talent, physique, comprehension, luck, ntal state, will, they are all exceptionally outstanding, not inferior to my true self. If born in another era, he would be enough to beco the child of destiny, with hope for future Ascension, even when reaching the Immortal Realm, he would be an unparalleled prodigy.
If I had encountered the Transformation Daoist earlier, I wouldn't mind making a move to take him as a battle general, greatly cultivating him. It's just a pity, we still t too late, we must inevitably have a life and death battle for destiny. In this battle, I cannot yield an inch, nor show the slightest concession, it can only be a blood-crawling fight to the end. As for the Transformation Daoist, let him beco my stepping stone!"
The elder said: "Young Master, don't worry! I have already dispatched a cultivator to capture and kill the Transformation Daoist. This battle, no move unless necessary, but if it happens, it will be a Thunder Strike, delivering a devastating blow to the enemy. There is already a Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Eighth Layer making a move, going to chase and kill this person, he will surely die!"
An unmatched Supre Great Power from the Eighth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, going to chase a mid-stage Harmonization junior, how could the flying dragon lose?
Cyan Wine, however, calculated with his fingers, said: "Yes, how could we lose. But in my heart, I still don't have a clear asure! Transformation Daoist is soone of great destiny, trying to kill him always encounters various accidents..."
The elder nodded and said: "The Young Master is right! This person carries great destiny, under the interference of destiny, various accidents always appear. The Young Master should best use Supre Secret Technique, suppress his destiny, let his destiny be underestimated, only then can he be killed!"
Cyan Wine nodded and said: "It should indeed be so!"
In life, one will encounter various accidents.
Especially those unparalleled geniuses, who carry great destiny, at the mont of being pursued by strong enemies, they always tend to turn misfortune into blessing, not only do they not die, but unexpectedly encounter various happenings.
Only by suppressing his destiny can he be killed.
Whizz, whizz!
Cyan Wine urged the Secret Technique, runes flashing on his palm, many runes were fluctuating, engraved on the ground, runes gathered together, evolving into a Supre Grand Array. The Grand Array constantly transford, Cyan Wine urged his own destiny, entering into the Grand Array, yellow, white, and green lights flashing on it.
The massive destiny Grand Array began to take form, transforming into a terrifying pressure, starting to suppress the Transformation Daoist's destiny.
Transformation Daoist's destiny was like fire, extrely strong, but at this mont, under the suppression of the destiny Grand Array, the destiny forcibly plumted to the lowest point.
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On the battlefield, cultivators from both sides rapidly disengaged from the battlefield, the battle quickly concluded.
The start was sowhat abrupt;
and the end of the battle was surprisingly quick.
Watching the battlefield separate, Lu Xuanji's Long Saber was flashing, yet not knowing where to strike.
With a sigh, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
Just after departing for a mont, he felt a subtle tremor between his brows, his spirit warning him, his heart thumping, a strange unease rising.
His figure flickered, urging the Vertical Earth Golden Light to move swiftly, moving several tis, yet the unease in his heart did not lessen at all, he imdiately stood in place waiting.
"Not bad, not bad, you're quite good!"
In the void appeared an old man, his aura restrained, unclear in strength, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a tiger staring at a rabbit, ready to pounce and devour.
"Who is the Daoist friend?"
Lu Xuanji asked.
"Daoist friend, this poor Daoist's age is much older than yours, enough to be your grandpa's grandpa, who gave you such a face to call this poor Daoist a Daoist friend!" the old man said, his expression extrely cold: "My elder brother asked to put you to death, so I shall. In the past, I put the Supre Daoist to death, and now it's your turn!"
"Junior, et your end!"
The old man flickered his steps, slapping out with his right hand, his palm attacking simply and directly.
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