Chapter 21: For the Sake of My Sister

With a bang, the door flew open. Ning Lu was just about to bite Lu Sui when the person before her was suddenly yanked backward by an unseen force.

“Damn it!” Lu Sui roared as he crashed to the floor.

Lu Hongyu pinned Lu Sui down and struck him several times in succession, a trace of crimson darkening his eyes.

“Are you fucking insane?” Lu Sui seized Lu Hongyu’s arm and stopped him from striking again.

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According to Murong Qianhe, Murong Baili had not returned to River City but had gone straight to provide support. If so, why had he failed to appear in the Great Desert for so long? And how had he happened to show up in Dragon City afterward, conveniently missing both the melee in the desert and the Twin Monsters of Dragon City? He had arrived far too late—and far too coincidentally.

This time, two figures appeared together, treading upon their swords. Without the slightest hesitation, they joined forces to confront the tribulation lightning.

Wang Sheng naturally had no such concerns, nor would he expose the matter. An advantage like this might prove useful someday. Wasn’t that precisely why everyone now had to set up camp?

A knife lay on the young man’s table. Its sheath was already mottled with rust, while the blade itself was as black as ink. His left hand rested upon it, utterly motionless.

The aircraft could be rebuilt if it was lost, but if the pilots were gone, it would be difficult to train such elite replacements in a short time. The loss had dealt them a severe blow. Everything had been fine during the inspection—so why had the aircraft exploded the moment it took off?

Those three days had truly exhausted the apparent purchasing power of all the great clans. Just think—even a nation like Xia had begun selling off some of its industries when it tried to gather five hundred million gold coins. As for the other feudal states, how much better could they possibly have fared?

Jiang Hao smiled and shook his head. With a slight movement of his thoughts, the Flying Waterfall Sword appeared in his hand. Its quality was still quite impressive, having reached the level of a high-grade innate spiritual treasure. Even in a place like the Heavenly Court, there were immortals who wielded weapons of this rank.

Chu Yi and the Fatty let out furious shouts, swung the Sun Star and the Yin Star, and smashed them violently toward the beam of light.

“I obey the decree of the Buddha!” Bodhisattva Samantabhadra pressed his palms together, departed from Spirit Mountain, summoned his mount—the six-tusked white elephant—and rode upon the clouds straight toward the Eastern Victorious Divine Continent.

“Mm, I’m awake. How many days have I been cultivating here?” Hua Xinyue asked lazily. In her estimation, at most five days had passed.

That was not a lie. Lu Wanyue knew her maternal family’s foundations very well. They did possess considerable strength and could offer support at any time. Besides, the two families were related by marriage; as long as he did not go too far, they would certainly lend him a hand.

Seeing He Qing fall, the bald elder had already stepped forward and caught him with gentle force. At the same time, he waved one hand and dispersed the remaining fire poison—but in doing so, he also ignited the fury of the people from the Kun Fist Manor who had been watching the battle.

It was not until after nine that night that Ben Neng and the surrounding onlookers, who had spent the entire day exposed to the freezing wind, their bones stiff with cold, finally had no choice but to pack up in dejection.

“Uncle Qingyun, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for taking care of my mother.” Ye Suman politely shook Qingyun’s hand.

After roughly fifteen minutes, Bailing’s soul was finally separated from her physical body.

“Does Her Majesty the Dowager Empress have any other words for you to convey?” Shen Nian raised her eyes to look at Eunuch Huo.

“Old Fish, let’s go together!” The instant he shouted those words, he also knocked the man’s dagger away. At the same time, Old Fish seemed to understand his intention; clenching his left hand into a fist, he slammed it viciously into the empty air before him.

Everyone could clearly see Chu Xinghan’s body bend sharply at that moment. Evidently, he was being crushed by the pressure of another force.

The thought of such a treasure filled Ximen Feng’s eyes with greed. In his view, any treasure capable of resisting a powerhouse who was about to enter the Spirit King realm had to be extraordinary. How could he not desire it?