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Then shouldn't we ask Mu Brother about it?
He was eliminated in the first round, defeated by the siege led by his fellow disciples, a victory that lacked true merit.
Oh? With Gu Changchang raising his voice, how could that be called a victory without merit? Could it be Divine Cultivator? Speaking of which, even a child could defeat Bu Luo, and even if he came, it probably wouldn't be Si Ma Senior's fault for tripping. I mean, I don't deny that.
No, Bu Luo was somewhat curious about how Jiang knew so much about the operations of the Nine Nether Group. It was something that caught him off guard.
Bu Luo felt like someone was missing and out of curiosity asked a couple of questions; he didn't have that much patience. He was even well aware of Mu Brother's situation.
In that case, it might be Bu Fou Money Tower, perhaps it’s not far from Sky's End Tower. Truly, it lives up to its reputation.
But I wonder what Mu Brother plans to do then?
While the two were silent, the two above had already exchanged dozens of moves. Each time in the Imperial Capital, they vanished without a trace, never allowing Sima Wuduan to catch sight of them. Bu Luo and Sima Wuduan remained calm; perhaps they wanted to fight against Night Emperor while recovering their strength to prepare for the thunderous strike that could come at any moment from Night Emperor.
Xiao You found it strange. Logically speaking, a quick battle would be the most advantageous strategy for him at this moment, but why did he insist on dragging the battle into a stalemate? It made one ponder over Minghong.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. shook his head; he couldn't understand Minghong or Yan Dong in that battle, and even more so couldn't grasp what Minghong and Night Emperor were trying to achieve with their current actions.
That guy was particularly easy for me to read; anyone could understand his behavior. I don't deny that he had already been captured by the Great Qin Ying Clan.
That might be true. I wonder how Ye Youluo sees it?
Fei Xiao Zhang walked beside Ye Youluo, and Yan Dong had gained another ally, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Bu Luo had no intention of minding the immortal Ye Youluo; it felt more like meeting an old friend, willing to exchange a few more words.
That kid called Night Emperor had ulterior motives. He didn’t engage directly with his senior brother nor did he use any thunderous leg techniques, which kept his senior brother on guard against him. His senior brother was aware that Jie Donglai’s combat would take the opportunity to recover Revitalizing Power. However, while recovering Revitalizing Power, he also needed to be wary of Night Emperor’s leg techniques. This divided his focus and consumed his mental energy. A person’s mental capacity was limited, and that guy seemed intent on being the last straw that broke the camel's back. Bu Luo appeared to be quite effective in this regard.
Am I not worried at all?
Hong Yulong approached as well. Although he didn’t know Gu Cuo’s evaluation of Ye Youluo, having seen him in action, he wouldn’t deny that Ye Youluo was impressive. Hong Yulong was also curious about what kind of person Ye Youluo truly was, especially since Master had fallen into the hands of the Eastern Wind.
What is there to worry about? I don’t deny it; I have never lost. A child may fall but can stand up again. How could a High Leg from the Divine Realm not be able to stand?
Hong Yulong looked at Ye Youluo’s tense face but saw no trace of emotion. Though his tone resembled that of a familiar elder, the expression devoid of joy or sorrow made it hard to connect those words with him. It felt as if two unrelated people were standing there.
Do you know, Ye Youluo, sometimes when one falls, they may not be able to get back up?
No, Ye Youluo raised an eyebrow at Yi Dong and then returned to his usual demeanor, slightly lifting his head and taking a deep breath before continuing. In the Ninth Underworld, if a child falls and doesn’t learn to get up by themselves, they might never have the chance again. Cultivators are no different; they have already grown accustomed to it.
Sima Wuduan furrowed his brow tightly. After half an hour of entanglement, he finally sensed Night Emperor’s intentions, but it was already somewhat late. At this moment, Sima Wuduan leaned against his heavy Dull Sword for support to avoid collapsing. It was evident that Sima Wuduan had reached a certain level of exhaustion; at this rate, not only could he not stop Night Emperor, but even a casual Peak of Nascent Soul cultivator could breach his defenses. How could Sima Wuduan accept such a fate?
Am I forcing myself? Have I already lost?
I didn’t expect there would be cultivators like me in the Dust Realm—how amusing.
In that realm, there is nothing I cannot imagine.
The Night Emperor swaggered over to Sima Wuduan's side, their shoulders barely a fist's distance apart. Yet, Sima Wuduan found it increasingly difficult to block the Night Emperor's intrusion.
It was true that the bright moon could not hinder him; after all, he was merely strong. One day, no one would be able to breach his defenses. In the battle of the bright moon, he expressed his gratitude for the teachings of his friend.
The Night Emperor cast a deep glance at the refined young man beside him, whose demeanor was as gentle as jade. Though both favored black, the Night Emperor's black was akin to the darkness of night, while Sima Wuduan's black seemed to be an absence of all light, perhaps mixed with other shades that made it even darker.
As the Night Emperor walked past Sima Wuduan, he clearly heard that familiar voice echoing in the night sky of Liangxiaoshan behind him.
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