Xie Qilin’s smile grew even wider at the corners of his mouth:
"My dear, help your husband kill them!"
The Eight-foot Bride’s Ghost Qi surged all over her body, her form seemingly increased in size again, as she roared:
"Since it’s my husband’s order, Nuannuan will definitely kill these two thieves!"
Zhang Xiaoyi bowed, his voice slightly respectful:
"The last battle with you, senior, was quite morable. I have made so progress recently, and I hope senior will guide again!"
Zhang Xiaoyi still held great respect for the ancient mighty one from Hell.
As soon as he finished speaking, lightning snaked across Zhang Xiaoyi’s body, reaching its peak montum.
In the next second, thunder exploded beneath Zhang Xiaoyi’s feet, and he disappeared from his original spot in an instant.
His figure appeared above the Eight-foot Bride’s head, holding a cluster of lightning, aligning with the Eight-foot Bride.
’Ye Fan’ sighed:
"Such a brilliant technique! I can’t fall behind!"
’Ye Fan’ slapped his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Waving his hands, the blood in mid-air did not fall but gathered into a giant talisman.
’Ye Fan’s eyes turned blood red, and he shouted through gritted teeth:
"Go!"
The massive red rune blasted towards the Eight-foot Bride.
"Boom!"
A fierce explosion echoed in the air.
The Eight-foot Bride scread in agony, clutching her ears.
Her towering figure rippled.
Zhang Xiaoyi’s face lit up with joy.
What an opportunity!
This golden-haired kid managed to control the Eight-foot Bride for two seconds!
Zhang Xiaoyi threw the two lightning balls in his hands, quickly made a sealing gesture, his long hair fluttering as he shouted:
"Three Thunder Flower Sword Technique!!"
The two lightning balls transford into three giant swords of lightning under Zhang Xiaoyi’s control, piercing into the Eight-foot Bride’s body simultaneously!
Three holes appeared on the Eight-foot Bride, from which black Power of Death seeped out.
It was just like bleeding.
However, a mortal’s blood would flow to the ground, while the Eight-foot Bride’s ’blood’ floated in the air.
The Eight-foot Bride knelt weakly on the ground, roaring angrily:
"My husband ordered to kill you, why aren’t you dead yet!"
Xie Qilin spoke up:
"Nuannuan, co back."
"Husband?" The Eight-foot Bride looked at Xie Qilin in confusion.
Xie Qilin frowned slightly and said:
"You’re hurt, we should leave first."
The Eight-foot Bride shook her head, preparing to fight again.
Xie Qilin’s voice turned cold:
"Co back, it pains to see you injured."
Xie Qilin did not allow the Eight-foot Bride to continue fighting Zhang Xiaoyi and the others, not truly because of love.
A few days ago, Xie Qilin followed the Turtle Coin Divination Technique taught by the old abbot and discovered that two opportunities similar to relics would soon arrive.
He wanted to conserve his strength to seize these opportunities and couldn’t afford to waste the Eight-foot Bride’s power at this ti.
The old abbot truly had abilities, and after the battle with Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan, he had even more faith in the old abbot’s skills.
The Ghost Star’s Fate the old abbot ntioned was being fulfilled.
The Eight-foot Bride shuddered and said excitedly:
"Thank you, husband, for your concern."
The Eight-foot Bride transford into a red mist and vanished into Xie Qilin’s oil paper umbrella.
Xie Qilin gave a long look at the group, then got into his Rolls-Royce, started the car, and left.
Zhang Xiaoyi and ’Ye Fan’ did not pursue.
If they truly risked their lives, the two of them would not gain any advantage.
Mo Yulin, from within the Sea of Spirit, said:
"Don’t underestimate that young Daoist. He is a master who has touched his Lifebound Dharma Aspect, the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, show him so respect."
After speaking, he returned control of the body to Ye Fan, who awkwardly cupped his fists to Zhang Xiaoyi:
"I have t the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain."
Zhang Xiaoyi looked at Ye Fan with a complicated expression:
"Talisman Sect disciple?
Alas! It’s a pity about Sect Leader Mo.
In the battle at the ancient tomb, this humble Daoist greatly admired Sect Leader Mo’s deanor.
I didn’t expect a master of the Talisman Dao would be betrayed by a villain.
Luckily, Sect Leader Mo had a talented disciple like you; it provides so solace to his spirit in the heavens."
Ye Fan was taken aback.
The Sect Leader of Shu Mountain knew his teacher and seed quite familiar.
The teacher was betrayed by a villain?
Why hadn’t the teacher told him about this matter?
What kind of place is the Talisman Sect, and who is the villain that betrayed his teacher?
Ye Fan continued:
"Thank you, Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, for your concern for my teacher, and thank you for your assistance."
Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head and said:
"I also did it to save my sister."
Zhang Xiaoyi walked to the front of the car, looked at Zhang Qian, who was still in shock, and said:
"Aren’t you going ho?"
Zhang Qian snapped out of her daze:
"Oh, oh, okay, let’s go ho."
Zhang Xiaoyi pointed at Ah Hui and Ah Chao lying on the ground, and said to Ye Fan:
"They’re fine, just passed out. They’ll be okay after a few days of rest; sorry for the trouble."
Then he got into the passenger seat of the Ferrari:
"Drive."
Zhang Qian stole a glance at Zhang Xiaoyi’s handso profile.
Her eyes were no longer filled with disdain, but with admiration.
This brother was truly amazing, really amazing!
Is he an immortal?
He can fly and summon lightning!
The car started and drove off far away.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyi’s face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Leaving the battlefield in such haste was to avoid showing weakness; he had sustained considerable injuries in the recent battle.
Zhang Qian imdiately braked and exclaid in shock:
"Brother, what’s wrong?!"
Zhang Xiaoyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a bitter smile:
"No wonder they are ancient mighty ones.
Even with most of their cultivation and intelligence worn away, their combat power is terrifyingly strong.
They’re not sothing us ordinary folk can compare to."
...
Xie Qilin returned to the Xie Family mansion with a gloomy expression.
Xie Youlin had just co back as well, with a woman with a heavy air of dust.
Xie Qilin rembered this woman nad Jiaojiao was snatched away by Xie Youlin from a small ruffian.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing and asked Xie Youlin:
"What was the na of the golden-haired kid you kicked out the day I returned ho?"
Xie Youlin, a little afraid of his gloomy younger brother, swallowed nervously and said uneasily:
"His na is Ye Fan."
Xie Qilin’s eyes shot open wide upon hearing this:
"You said, he’s called Ye Fan?"
Xie Youlin felt even more uneasy inside and awkwardly smiled:
"Bro... Brother, that kid is just an ordinary thug, why are you so concerned?!"
Xie Qilin clenched his fist tightly, his fingertips turning white.
The old abbot’s words were gradually being fulfilled.
He went back to the house with the oil paper umbrella, silent, making Xie Youlin even more anxious.
Xie Youlin grasped Jiaojiao’s hand:
"Tell the truth, what exactly is Ye Fan’s background?"
Jiaojiao shook her head blankly:
"I... I don’t know... I really don’t know..."
...
A few days later, in the South Sea, Great Western Sea.
The sun dyed the clouds red, and a small boat lingered at dusk on the boundless sea.
The old fisherman cast his net into the depths below.
Once again, he caught nothing.
The old fisherman sighed, started the engine, and ventured further into deeper waters.
Suddenly, he saw sothing that made his eyes widen in disbelief.
On the shimring sea, a whale swam against the setting sun, creating large ripples on the water’s surface.
The old fisherman rubbed his eyes.
It seed like there was soone on the whale.
The old fisherman murmured to himself:
"Could it be I’ve encountered an immortal?"
He imdiately knelt on the boat, clasped his hands towards the whale, and silently prayed.
The divine figure riding the whale entered the front sea area, turning the sea turbulent, with many small whirlpools appearing.
The old fisherman’s face turned fearful.
A storm was approaching!
How could it be?
The storm arose in an eerie manner, suddenly stirring up monstrous waves, making the small fishing boat like a drifting leaf in the sea.
The old fisherman quickly cried out for help and prayed in the direction where the whale had disappeared.
A colossal figure appeared on the crest of a wave, the vanished whale.
"Boom!"
The whale plunged into the sea, scattering the massive waves.
The sea water parted to the sides of the small fishing boat.
The wind subsided, the old fisherman knocked his head twice, and quickly turned the boat, speeding towards the east.
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