Chapter 1072: Chapter 1069: Sneak Attack Chapter 1072: Chapter 1069: Sneak Attack Shen Luo walked out of the canyon and suddenly the terrain opened up, revealing a vast plain. The horizon was dotted with clumps of low bushes, looking like little mounds of earth.
As he walked, he took out an Elixir and popped it into his mouth.
The battle just now had not been very draining, but Shen Luo decided to replenish his energy first, to keep himself in the best condition possible.
Continuing across the plain, Shen Luo didn’t particularly intend to look for Zhao Tong; he simply wandered around to see if there might be any opportunities or treasures to discover.
The Spring and Autumn Pavilion had not been rebuilt for long, and money was being spent like flowing water. Although Shen Luo had delegated the position of Pavilion Master to Qin Ming, how could he actually be a hands-off manager who didn’t take care of anything?
He still had to save up the necessary funds and earn the money that was to be earned.
If it hadn’t been for the Immortal Clan mber with a not-weak breath he had encountered earlier, who had at least a cultivation level of the Mahayana Middle Stage, Shen Luo would have definitely stripped off even the storage ring of that one-horned mber of the Demon Clan before leaving.
“Sigh, one doesn’t know the price of fuel and rice until they run a household…” Shen Luo sighed, clasping his hands behind his head and strolling leisurely.
So distance ahead, a sudden booming resonated and the Earth under Shen Luo’s feet trembled along with the sound.
The noise was significant; could there be another fight taking place?
As Shen Luo pondered this, he saw a golden light pillar suddenly rise in the distance, shooting straight into the sky.
Accompanying it was a surge of potent spiritual energy fluctuation, spreading out in all directions.
“Treasure!” Shen Luo’s eyes imdiately brightened.
Without any hesitation, his figure soared up, turning into an Escape Light that headed directly towards the golden light.
At the sa ti, several figures also dashed toward the light from the surrounding wilderness, two of which moved as swiftly as Shen Luo.
However, since Shen Luo was closer, he was still the first to arrive on the scene.
By the ti he landed, the sky-high golden light had already disappeared. Not far in front of him on the ground, a circular hole had been exposed, within which shimring ripples of water could faintly be seen.
He quickly approached and saw that within the hole there was a pool of water liquid about three feet in diater, from which spiritual energy wafted and at the surface of which a thin layer of mist floated.
“Is this… a Spiritual Spring?” Shen Luo was sowhat surprised.
In this Secret Realm where Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi were scarce, almost a forbidden land, how could there be a spring ford by accumulated spiritual energy?
“Nevermind, let’s collect it first and think later.”
Shen Luo shook his head without giving it much thought, raised his hand to take out several bottles and jars and began to use the Water Control Technique to guide the Spirit Liquid. It ford streams exiting the hole, flowing into the containers.
The surface area of the Spiritual Spring wasn’t large, and the accumulated Spirit Liquid inside was limited, so Shen Luo soon extracted it all.
Just as he was about to leave, a whooshing sound ca from behind, and a gloomy purple arrow tearing through the Void reached his back in an instant. Its speed was so fast that he had no chance to dodge.
At that critical mont, golden light burst forth from behind Shen Luo and the sound of a Dragon Chant rang out. The Dragon Horn Cone materialized behind him, just in ti to block the arrow.
With a loud “boom,”
The gloomy purple arrow struck the Dragon Horn Cone, shattering the golden dragon shadow that had just erged on the Cone.
The Dragon Horn Cone also heavily slamd into Shen Luo’s back, sending him flying dozens of feet before he managed to steady himself.
Twisting around, Shen Luo looked towards the sky behind him with fury in his eyes.
The clothes on his back instantly frosted over, emanating waves of extre cold. The Huangting Technique within him imdiately started circulating, as a warm current spread along his spine, gradually dispelling the chill.
Between them, an attractive man clad in light armor was suspended in the air, accompanied by a long-tailed woman with fuzzy facial features, unmistakably the formidable mbers of the Demon Race, Seventh Killer and Flower Fence, the cat demon.
As Shen Luo looked at Seventh Killer, Seventh Killer was also sizing up Shen Luo, his brows furrowing slightly, as if puzzled.
“He actually blocked Lord Seventh Killer’s Dragon Roaring Cold Water Bow, and Lord was intent on a kill with that strike just now,” Flower Fence couldn’t help but exclaim with her hand covering her mouth.
Seventh Killer paid her no mind. The silver-purple curved bow in his hand was drawn again, and a phantasmal arrow made of Mana and glowing with a ghostly purple hue erged upon it, aid directly at Shen Luo’s forehead, with its tip’s radiance gathering into a spiraling airflow.
This arrow was closer and tapped into more Mana, with its power fully marshaled.
“Indeed, it is the Late Mahayana Stage…”
In an instant, Shen Luo felt as though all his vital energies were entwined with the arrow, causing his brow to furrow tightly.
He even had the feeling that if the arrow were to be loosed, he would have no chance to dodge it whatsoever.
Shen Luo snorted coldly, his hands coming together in front of him as the Dragon Horn Cone radiated intense golden light. A dragon’s head erged from the tip of the cone, coiling around the shaft as if it too was gathering strength for that bursting strike.
“Whoosh”
A gust of wind howled sharply.
Without prior agreent, Shen Luo and Seventh Killer unleashed their killing moves simultaneously.
The ghostly purple arrow was even faster, reaching Shen Luo in an instant, while the Dragon Chant from the cone shook the heavens. The original patterns of the Dragon Horn beca clear, eting the arrow with no reserve.
A loud “bang” resounded.
The ghostly purple arrow and the golden light of the Dragon Horn exploded simultaneously, blooming like a brilliant firework.
“Cloud dragons gather cold water, and rivers and seas turn to ice.” As if a prophecy, these words humd softly from Seventh Killer’s lips.
Within the exploding light of the arrow, a massive cloud dragon phantom burst forth, spewing chilling breath. The cold instantly froze the Dragon Horn Cone and its burst of golden light.
The frigid power of the void spread rapidly, and within an instant, the ground within a hundred feet was covered in frost. Shen Luo stood rigidly in place, his garnt’s edges and hair tips also frosted white.
“Excellent…” Flower Fence imdiately applauded upon seeing this. At this mont, outside of the secret realm, in the Vermilion Bird Square, several giant Suspended Sky Mirrors in the central region displayed the scene of Shen Luo clashing with Seventh Killer.
Surrounded by a sea of people, cheers thundered all around. Betting parlors seized the mont to urge people to place their bets on this battle.
The odds for Shen Luo against Seventh Killer were one hundred twenty-one to one for victory or defeat, thirty-three to one for life or death, and one hundred five to one for a draw.
To these people, it seed easy to determine a victor, the probability of life or death was not high, and the possibility of a draw was even more negligible.
Bai Xiaotian, who had just been joking with Lu Huaming, couldn’t help but beco a bit anxious.
Earlier, the Suspended Sky Mirror had focused on several fierce battles, two of which involved Seventh Killer. The demon cultivator and the two cultivators from the Immortal Clan who had faced him previously had all been beheaded.
His view, like those feverishly betting, was that Shen Luo stood little chance.
Upon the high platform, Cheng Yaojin’s brows also knitted tightly at the scene.
He had not been in favor of holding the Three Realms Martial Arts Conference, but since the other three tribes were strongly pushing for it, and National Master Yuan Tiangang had also agreed in principle, he had ultimately compromised.
Yet, he had not anticipated that Shen Luo would participate in it, and he could only sigh inwardly.
Below the Martial Arts Stage, Chen Shi Yuan and Yu Hai were also in the crowd, eyes fixated on the Suspended Sky Mirror, cursing inwardly.
They resented that Shen Luo might die at the hands of Seventh Killer even before he found Zhao Tong.
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