An unexpected event occurred. Not only was Chu Nan unhard, but he also repelled the three attackers with his own strength.
ng Lang clutched his chest, which was nearly exploded by Inner Strength: "No way, what kind of monster is this?"
He sensed the other's aura, definitely not an ordinary expert, reminding him of the Ghost Army he encountered in Ancient Phoenix Town.
"It's the Grand Marshal."
Yu Zichuan said.
He had just heard ng Qianqian call out Chu Nan's na.
ng Lang was dumbfounded: "What? The Grand Marshal? Isn't he dead? Did he rise from the dead?"
Yu Zichuan looked at Chu Nan and said seriously, "He has been refined into a dicine Man."
ng Lang: "..."
Si Snake and Ji Li joined forces, yet they could only withstand ten moves from Chu Nan.
anwhile, ng Qianqian's silver needles were almost used up.
Everything was developing in a direction unfavorable to them.
This was a lose-lose situation.
Because even if Chu Nan won, he would pay with his own life.
"Chu Nan! Wake up! She is Shang Jiu!"
Lan Yeyue cried tears of blood.
When Chu Nan launched another palm attack towards ng Qianqian, she had no place to evade.
Suddenly, a petite figure flew in front of her, taking the hit for her with raw force.
Scorching blood splattered across Chu Nan.
ng Qianqian was startled, holding the girl who collapsed into her arms with fright, her throat swelling with intense pain: "Tan'er—"
Tan'er kept spitting blood from her mouth: "Sister... you are really my sister... my own..."
ng Qianqian choked and nodded: "Yes, I am your real sister..."
Tan'er weakly smiled: "No wonder... the first ti I saw you... I really liked you..."
ng Qianqian's vision gradually blurred: "Sis likes Tan'er too, don't talk anymore, Sis will heal you..."
Tan'er said intermittently: "I'm... beyond saving... keep your strength... to escape..."
ng Qianqian's heart ached like a knife, tears bursting forth: "Don't go... Tan'er don't leave your sister..."
"Hurry... go..."
"Take Tan'er away!"
Ji Li forced himself to stand, staggering to block in front of Chu Nan, "A-Snake, can you still fight?"
Si Snake grunted, setting his dislocated left arm back in place.
ng Lang carried Tan'er on his back.
Tan'er: "I want... Sister... to carry ..."
"Alright! Sister will carry you!"
ng Qianqian took Tan'er over.
"Take Mao Tu along."
Ji Li said to ng Lang seriously.
ng Lang picked up Mao Tu on his back.
Yu Zichuan led the way ahead.
At the mont they stepped out of the secret room, Tan'er sohow pinched a silver needle and suddenly attacked Chu Nan.
Chu Nan swiftly turned his head, pulling Tan'er towards him with a palm.
Tan'er spun mid-air, knocking Chu Nan to the ground, and at lightning speed activated a chanism hidden beside Ayimulan.
A massive stone gate fell, trapping the three inside.
ng Qianqian: "Tan'er—"
Behind the stone gate, Tan'er weakly smiled: "Sister... you... must live well..."
Ayimulan, seeing herself trapped as well, coldly said: "Another madman!"
Tan'er, face pale, laughed freely: "Taking the Loulan Queen as a burial companion... really worth it..."
Outside the stone gate, everyone was silent, even the usually calm Si Snake showed an expression of incredulous complexity.
Who could have thought, at the critical mont, a foodie little girl of about ten would trap the Grand Marshal and the Loulan Queen.
But this way, Tan'er was beyond saving completely.
"Do you want to save her?"
A deep voice erged from behind the group, "Drain your blood, open the Gate of Qiankun, she might still have a sliver of life."
It was the High Priest!
Ji Li urgently told ng Qianqian: "Don't listen to him!"
The High Priest tossed a dagger in front of ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian picked up the dagger.
"Hey!"
ng Lang, enduring the pain of broken ribs, shouted, "Don't fall for his trick! Even if what he says is true... really could open that damn Gate of Qiankun... it won't open this stone gate! Tan'er or whoever will still die—"
ng Qianqian revealed her wrist and sliced down with the dagger.
But she did not cut her own wrist, instead slashing at the High Priest's head.
The blade's tip skated past the High Priest's neck.
The High Priest dodged swiftly, reaching to grab ng Qianqian's wrist, attempting to break it.
Unexpectedly, a sharp Inner Strength streaked like an arrow, and the finger that was about to touch ng Qianqian's sleeve was cut clean off by Sword Qi!
He looked at his flying finger in shock.
The others almost had their jaws drop in astonishnt.
After all, this was the High Priest!
Despite their group efforts and attacks, they hadn't managed to injure him in the slightest—
Everyone turned to look behind the High Priest, even the High Priest himself turned curiously, wanting to see who in this world could have the ability to harm him.
The man was dressed in black, standing against the glow of the Luminous Pearl, robust and powerful, exuding the aura of a battlefield.
Wherever he walked, it seed to beco a battleground.
Everyone's ears seed to catch the sound of clashing armors and weapons.
Clearly he was alone, yet he was like a thousand troops.
"This person is..."
Ji Li was too shocked to speak.
Even Si Snake paused.
Only ng Qianqian stared blankly at the man, doubting her own sight.
He walked directly to ng Qianqian: "Wild fathers recognize well, but don't you recognize your real father coming?"
Ji Li widened his eyes, gasping, "He is... Shang Jue?!"
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