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"A Woman…!?"
Lucifer's gaze fell upon what appeared to be a half-clothed woman.
She was a Jade Milf Beauty, and was slumped against a nearby tree. It was very likely that she had been just lucky enough to have escaped an intense battle.
"Wait a damn minute! Is this so 'save the Jade Beauty' shit plot event?"
Before Lucifer could even finish his thoughts, a number of powerful auras suddenly erged from the other side of a rocky mountain range to the east.
"Oh shit! Who wants to guess where this is heading!?"
Lucifer heaved a deep sigh as he approached the woman, resigned to playing the role that fate seed to want him to play.
He carefully pulled her off the tree and began to treat her wounds with healing magic. After so recovery, It didn't take long before she stirred to the point that she barely managed to flutter her pretty little eyes.
Upon opening them all the way, her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "...Are you the 6th Young Master…? What are you doing out here?? Y-You must run…! They are coming…!"
The injured woman clung to Lucifer's robes and warned him with a grievous tone. She completely ignored the blood trickling down her lips, also conveniently ignoring the blood she was getting on his clothes…
'This little slob… What the hell is wrong with all the won in this Household!?'
Lucifer forced the most convincing smile he could muster, all while tenderly holding onto the smooth shoulders of the Jade Milf Beauty.
"Listen, Aunt Bigbutt, you don't need to worry about anything anymore. After all, I am here to save you," Lucifer whispered sweet notes into her ears, even as he struggled to rember her na.
Of course, he failed terribly, but he managed to cover it up with a valiant exit. In his mind, he must've looked dope as fuck.
However, the woman, whose na was Fu Wen, was far too distracted by the sudden presence of her nephew to care about anything else.
Despite her confusion, she knew there was no way that he stood a chance against the people who had brought her to such a state.
It was for this reason that she tried to warn him, crying out, "D-Don't go-!"
THUD!
Before she could finish her warning, the exhaustion of the last hour overwheld her at once, forcing her unconscious without any hope of resisting.
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anwhile, on Lucifer's side.
Following his gallant display of the epito of chivalry, he walked away from the unconscious Jade Milf Beauty.
His destination was none other than the dozen or so Peak Core Formation Realm Existences, who were charging over the top of a mountain range.
"Ti to gang bang so loot bags," he muttered, a cold smile creeping across his handso face as he vanished from his spot, speeding up to et them head-on.
Upon making it to the top of the mountain, he found himself surrounded by white, fluffy clouds and a group of Peak Core Formation Realm Cultivators from the Water Nation.
They were all well into their stages and would likely allot Lucifer a good amount of loo- Clone Essence…
"Who are you, boy!?" an old man snarled, his expression livid, brows knitted in anger.
This old man was known as the 'Lead Executioner' of the Water Nation's 7th Advance Battalion. His na was Ping Yin.
He had long white hair and an even longer beard as well as a number of warts and lumps on his weirdly shaped face and body. Add that to the terrible posture he possessed, and a bonafide creep was born.
"...So… Do you know anything about a Lord, so rings, and a wizard? Just curious…"
Lucifer's question reached Ping Yin's ears, eliciting a confused gaze from the old man.
"???"
Although he had no idea what any of those words ant, from the young man's tone, Ping Yin unmistakably understood that he was being mocked. A deep frown ford on his face as his aura began to expand with imnse force.
WAAA!
"Do you really wish to get in our way, boy!?" Ping Yin inquired, his voice oozing imperiousness, his posture suddenly straightening up like a freshly sharpened pencil.
"Oh? Forget what I said. Surprisingly, you are quite lively for your age, but what doesn't appear to be in proper function is that little buddy down there. I feel bad for whoever was unlucky to marry your toad-looking ass!"
Lucifer ridiculed the Dumbledore-looka-like moron with one of his hands covering his mouth and the other pointing at the miniature 'shroom' in Ping Yin's pants.
He's clearly on the prowl, the sa as these other geezers. And their target was likely none other than Fu Wen.
'Not that I care either way. But I did put on that whole cringy-ass play just a second ago, and there's no way in hell I will let her get touched before I get my dues!'
With this thought in mind, Lucifer's face darkened, and his smile widened.
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
All of the Peak Core Formation Realm Experts sensed that sothing was up with the young man's expression. They were soon proven to be correct when the young man in question vanished from their view in a blur.
Lucifer's first target was the seething old Ping Yin. After all, he was the strongest of the bunch and would most definitely be the toughest to bring down.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Innurable sonic booms reverberated behind Lucifer's elusive figure as he zipped through the speed stream.
"Courting Death!!!" Ping Yin roared with an enraged voice, his aura instantly surging a thousandfold!
RUMBLE!
The mountain peaks quaked and crumbled as the wizard-like old man vanished from his position, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake!
"It seems like you've got so fight in you, huh, old dude?" Lucifer's face slipped out of the speed stream as he unsheathed a pitch-black Eastern-style sword.
SWISH! SWISH!
His strikes were swift and precise, each one incorporating the full extent of the power of the Peak-Common Rank Sword Slash.
"You think these little party tricks will have even the slightest effect on soone like !?"
Ping Yin unleashed his own powerful attacks, drawing a long, intimidating Low-Mortal Rank halberd out of his Storage Ring.
He wielded the dangerous weapon like a true professional, swinging it around with the skill of a kung fu master!
After his flashy little display, he stopped the spinning halberd and pointed it in Lucifer's direction. Raising one of his legs to the height of his chest, he spun around and kicked forth, bringing the full power of the halberd down!
PHEWWWWWW
The halberd moved so fast that a distinct whistling sound followed as it slamd downward!
"Let's see how you like my |Rising Water Dragon Plunge|!!"
Ping Yin's annoyingly loud voice bood out after the downward slash of his halberd, and his smirk only grew ever more complacent.
He truly had all the confidence in the world, certain that there was absolutely no way that the young man in front of him could hope to thwart the power of his Rising Water—
SPURT!
"Your naming sense sucks d*ck! Just look at my Sword Slash! It's in a completely different league compared to your pathetic excuse for a technique!"
Sohow, Lucifer had appeared behind the overconfident Ping Yin, and in his hands appeared the sa black blade, now dripping with the crimson blood of the once arrogant Dumbledore.
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