Chapter 451: Chapter 452: The Spirit Is With You
The golden-red blood splattered, and not a single cultivator present escaped being shocked into silence with eyes wide open.
Li Xiaobai swallowed hard on the ground, thinking that the monkey in the Sea-Calming Divine Needle was too brutal. If he faced those golden claws head-on, he would probably have to start with at least a hundred thousand Attribute Points.
But he would surely be breached, and his life was at stake. Thinking about it, lying on the ground and accepting suppression actually seed quite pleasant.
While the powerhouses were clashing, the System had already quietly added several hundred thousand Attribute Points.
How he wished to be constantly suppressed by the Vice Leader.
In the void, the golden Buddha vanished, and Master Xuan Ku’s complexion turned pale, his breath weak and lifeless, as he helped the limp Ling Xue’er to her feet.
He clasped his hands together towards Liuren and chanted a Buddhist scripture.
“Amitabha, thank you, Patron Liuren, for your righteous intervention. We cannot delay in treating Miss Ling’s injuries and Primordial Spirit any longer. Now that the border conflicts have settled, this old monk will take her back to the Western Desert to heal. We shall take our leave.”
Master Xuan Ku said.
“Go ahead, but don’t forget the gratitude of today. When Flesh Mountain makes a grand invasion, this lady expects the Western Desert and the Kingdom of Won to assist with all their might!”
Liuren nodded and spoke indifferently.
“Of course, saving the common people of the world is an imasurable rit, and this old monk will devote himself fully to the cause. Everyone, farewell!”
Xuan Ku glanced at Ancestor Huorong and grabbed Ling Xue’er, ready to leave.
At that mont, Ling Xue’er, who had been in a weakened state, suddenly turned sharp-eyed, and with the sa deep motion, she reached into the void and pulled out a young man from deep underground.
“Father, save !”
The young man was none other than Wang Ling, the catalyst for this dispute.
“Shut up, rebellious son, to cause such havoc on the border battlefield, even as my own son, you must die!”
Wang Guan’s face changed as he bellowed.
Almost everyone present was a senior figure, and he had no right to speak. In his view, it was best for his wayward son to die early, perhaps even helping to settle the conflict ahead of ti.
“Ladies and gentlen, this person is the instigator of the border incident. This palace has co to deliver punishnt, and I hope no one interferes!”
Without another word, Ling Xue’er imdiately stuffed him into Cold Moon Palace with a smooth and flowing movent.
“I have understood the beginning and end of the matter, may I ask how Lord Ling intends to deal with this person?”
Liuren asked coolly.
“Naturally, to throw him into a group of n and let him do what he loves!”
Ling Xue’er said with an icy tone.
Everyone was petrified. Such punishnt was indeed very… fitting, very much in the style of the Kingdom of Won. It seed the young man would surely have a worse fate than death from this day forth.
“Amitabha, we old monks will take our leave now!”
Monk Xuan Ku dared not delay any further, chanted a scripture, and then rode the Buddha light, vanishing into the sky in an instant.
“This…”
“How can we let them off just like that? That woman wanted my Fire Qilin Cave Saint Heir dead!”
Ancestor Huorong’s face was filled with displeasure, intending to reach out and capture the fleeing light in the distance.
“This lady has already declared that the border conflicts end here. Whoever wants to stretch out their hand and provoke further strife, I’ll chop off that person’s claws!”
Liuren’s face was nacing, as she stared fiercely at the people before her, a stark change from her earlier demure deanor.
Li Xiaobai felt that this woman’s nature was no different from that of the golden ape – beneath the gentle exterior was a rage and wildness in their bones.
“Right, the Vice Leader did well. Whoever dares to interfere, chop them up!”
“Hey, old man over there, what are you looking at? You have a problem with this?”
“See those horns on your head? They must be the right material for making leather boots. Don’t believe the Vice Leader would skin you?”
“And you there, old Huorong, I’m talking about you. Keep staring, and be careful or the Vice Leader will skin you too!”
On the ground, the old beggar gloated. He and the elders before him were not the sa; although Liuren would suppress him, years of friendship ant she would not harm him, unlike these elders with ill-intentions, who seed to have ‘beg for death’ written all over their faces.
Provoking the Vice Leader was simply seeking death.
The scene just now had been extrely satisfying to witness.
These people from Fire Qilin Cave were just too arrogant. If it weren’t for being suppressed here, he himself would have wanted to rush up and slap the other party twice.
The assembly of old ancestors dared not speak their anger and focused all their attention on Liuren, each silently calculating the power gap between them.
But more were thinking about whether they could take the opportunity to stab soone beside them in the back, after all, they couldn’t co all this distance for nothing.
If they could trick one, it would count as one.
“Shut up!”
Liuren’s forehead was covered in black lines, veins popping out on his hands as he forcibly suppressed the urge to strike and kill the other party and shouted.
This old beggar was too much of a buzzkill, becoming greasier as he aged.
“Alright, if you ask this old beggar to shut up, I’ll do it imdiately. If you say to go east, this old beggar won’t go west!”
The old beggar said cheerfully, hoping to gain so favor from Liuren, to be released early. However, the next second, he was kicked to the ground, a golden boot pressing down on him, pinning him firmly to the earth.
“Despicable!”
Song Que muttered under his breath, finding the old fart increasingly sordid.
“Liuren, what do you an by this? The Qilin Beast that I’ve ridden into battle for years has contributed greatly to our clan. You think you can just kill it when you say so?”
“Do you even take my Fire Qilin Cave into consideration?”
Ancestor Huorong’s face darkened as he slowly spoke, also a Half-step Human Immortal realm, he did not think he’d lose much to Liuren.
“Not to ntion a Qilin dog, even you, if you dare to defy this lady’s will, will be killed all the sa.”
Liuren extended a hand and summoned the golden cudgel that subdued the eight desolations from the void, transforming into a streak of light and appearing in her hand.
Golden armor erupted with dazzling radiance, turning the entire figure into a golden humanoid being, exuding an ancient and wild aura.
Her eyes shot terrifying divine glints as she pointed the golden cudgel in her hand at Ancestor Huorong.
“Unsatisfied? Co fight!”
“Hmph, Liuren, I admit your cultivation level is above mine, but don’t forget, today I am not fighting alone. We are all Half-step Human Immortals, and even if you can defeat , what then? If we all attack together, you will still be defeated!”
Ancestor Huorong was furiously enraged, his hair and beard moving as if without wind, and faint red glows sparkled around him. The temperature around his body sharply increased, pressing towards the golden figure before him.
“That’s right, we’re all Half-step Human Immortals; fighting for real won’t be good for you or !”
“Lady Liuren, don’t speak too slowly. With such forces at our disposal, we could easily sweep across any top force on the Mainland.”
“Exactly…”
The surrounding old ancestors nodded frequently in agreent. Liuren was strong, but she still hadn’t achieved the condition to shatter the void. They were all Half-step Human Immortals; they didn’t believe the gap was that great. If they ganged up on her, they might have a chance to kill her.
Liuren was shrouded in dense golden light, her true face unclear. She flipped her wrist and the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, a golden Rampage Ape, leapt onto her delicate shoulder, turning into a scorching sun and baking everything in all directions.
An aura even hotter than the one Ancestor Huorong exuded rolled and surged in the void, the scorching heat causing spatial distortions.
It was countless tis hotter than the molten lava released by the Fire Qilin, virtually becoming a man-made miniature sun.
“Why don’t you try then?”
Liuren sneered coldly, her figure flickering as she surged toward Ancestor Huorong with a forceful and wild golden aura. The cudgel in her hand spun up and down, crashing down on his head, and the words Sea-Calming Divine Needle were fiercely imprinted into the void, aiming to suppress with overwhelming force.
“I’ve said it before, I am not fighting alone. Liuren, everyone knows you’re strong, but today we will try out your skill and see just how much you have to offer!”
“Old brothers of the past, follow into battle!”
Ancestor Huorong roared to the sky, his Qilin Blood erupting instantly, the powerful Blood Qi churning in the void, forcibly repelling the golden light. His eyes revealed the image of the Qilin Divine Beast. His fists shattered stars as he faced off against the Sea-Calming Divine Needle.
“Kill!”
“Engage in battle!”
“We will not be humiliated!”
The group of old ancestors also roared to the sky, fully unleashing their auras.
However, instead of joining Ancestor Huorong in the fight, they all slowly drifted backwards.
They looked at each other and smiled, an unspoken understanding between big shots.
Ancestor Huorong’s expression changed: “What do you an by this!”
The old ancestors: “Brother Huorong, we are with you in spirit!”
“I’ll be damned…”
Ancestor Huorong wanted to say more, but it was too late. The divine golden light in front of him enlarged incessantly, almost within reach!
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