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Looking at the young girl in front of him, Aotian felt a surge of emotion.
Aoyan clearly knew that Mo Jiu You was something she could not withstand, yet she still stood in front of him, protecting him.
Even if I die, I will die before you!
This was Aoyan's mindset.
Aotian's eyes glistened with a hint of red, and then he grabbed Aoyan's wrist, pulling her behind him.
Since you can die for me, then I can certainly die for you!
Aotian's eyes were filled with determination, and he looked at Mo Jiu You without a trace of fear.
"Aotian, you..." Aoyan stared blankly at Aotian's back.
His figure was not tall, but it seemed to block all the storms ahead.
"Sister Yan, don't worry. Unless I die, I will never let anything happen to you!"
The boy's voice was somewhat youthful, but it was filled with undeniable conviction.
Upon hearing Aotian's voice, Aoyan's eyes were already filled with tears, but she bit her lip tightly to prevent them from falling:
"If you die, I will never live alone!"
The girl's resolute voice was filled with deep affection, causing the boy's body to tremble slightly.
"Wow, what a touching scene!"
Mo Jiu You said with a wicked smile.
Aotian did not respond, only staring intently at Mo Jiu You.
"Kekeke, since you both want to die so badly, I shall grant your wish!"
As soon as Mo Jiu You finished speaking, a beam of blood light shot out from his fingertips, aimed directly at Aotian's heart!
The blood light surged forward, carrying a strong Bloodthirsty Aura that pressed down on Aotian with astonishing force.
At this moment, Aotian's face turned pale, sweat beading on his forehead, as if he were carrying a heavy mountain on his back, causing his knees to bend involuntarily.
The blood light seemed to pierce through space and in the blink of an eye reached Aotian. Just as it was about to stab into Aotian's heart, both Aotian and Aoyan closed their eyes tightly, a wave of despair washing over them.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Aotian realized that not only had the blood light not penetrated his body, but the pressure weighing down on him was also slowly dissipating.
Aotian opened his eyes in confusion, and a figure came into view.
Standing before Aotian was a middle-aged man, whose form appeared extremely ethereal, almost like a spirit.
Even so, the innate aura of disdain emanating from him still made one's mind waver.
"Teacher..." Aotian murmured upon seeing this figure.
“Aotian, do you know this senior?” Aoyan asked softly while standing beside Aotian.
Aotian smiled and nodded.
Aoyan's eyes flashed with joy, and he fell silent, quietly watching the development of the situation...
The surroundings were silent for a long time. After a while, Mo Jiu You finally exhaled and said, “Yan, you really didn’t die!”
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and replied, “I was fortunate to survive that great disaster.”
“Since you’re not dead, then today I will personally send you on your way!” Mo Jiu You said with a murderous intent.
“Heh heh, Blood Butcher, even your master wouldn’t dare to say such words lightly. Do you really think you have that qualification?” Yan, who is also Aotian’s teacher, said calmly.
“If it were during your prime, I certainly wouldn’t dare to speak to you like this. But now, Kekeke, let me make some contributions to the Dragon Slayer Association!”
As soon as Blood Butcher finished speaking, a blood-colored blade of light formed in his palm and flew towards Yan with terrifying malice.
At that moment, even the surrounding space began to distort under the radiation of the blood-colored blade.
The Flame Eye narrowed slightly, and then an invisible force surged from within, transforming into a massive barrier that blocked the blood-red blade.
With a loud bang, a tremendous sound echoed, and fierce shockwaves rapidly spread outwards. The space trembled slightly, and the ground around them cracked with alarming fissures.
In Aotian's astonished gaze, the fierce shockwave surged towards him like an enraged lion. In that moment, Aotian genuinely felt his own insignificance; he knew that if he were hit by this shockwave, he would undoubtedly perish!
However, it was clear that Yan would not allow such a thing to happen. With a wave of his right hand, the oncoming shockwave dissipated into nothingness as if it were a docile kitten obeying his command.
Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring Aotian's vision. Although he could not see what was happening in the arena, he could easily guess.
A gust of wind blew through, dispersing the dust and smoke.
In Aotian's line of sight appeared long cracks stretching thousands of feet and hundreds of feet wide.
The scattered flowers and grass that had once surrounded them had vanished, leaving only endless barren land.
Both Aotian and Aoyan gasped in shock, clearly not expecting the destruction caused by their battle to be so terrifying.
In this clash, Yan had evidently suffered some impact; his already ethereal form appeared even more insubstantial, as if he might vanish at any moment.
On the other side, Blood Butcher also looked pale, his clothes tattered, with some areas revealing slightly blood-red skin.
Clearly, neither side had gained a significant advantage from this strike.
Blood Butcher had a very dark expression, glaring fiercely at Yan. One hand slowly stretched out, instantly turning blood red, appearing as if blood was flowing from a distance. The space around him twisted in a bizarre manner.
Suddenly, Blood Butcher spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the originally blood-red hand developed tiny cracks.
"Weak humans! Weak flesh!" Blood Butcher cursed as he looked at his arm.
"What’s wrong, Blood Butcher? Do you want to continue?" Yan said with a slight smirk.
"Yan, don’t get too proud! Once I gather the three ancient dragon-slaying artifacts, I will definitely come for you!" Blood Butcher shouted at Yan.
Yan's expression darkened slightly as he snorted and replied, "By the time you gather those three deadly weapons, the new generation of Dragon God will have already been born!"
Blood Butcher cast a mocking glance at Aotian, saying, "Kid, this was originally none of your business, but who told you to cultivate the Dragon God Transformation Technique? Kekeke, our Dragon Slayer Association won’t give you any time to grow."
Taking a deep breath, Aotian said, "Although I don’t know what you are talking about, your attempt to erase my existence is undeniable. I believe that one day, I will personally bring you down!"
Upon hearing this, Aoyan, who was beside Aotian, had her beautiful eyes sparkle with excitement.
Yan also showed a look of approval in his eyes after hearing this.
Many martial artists, after witnessing such a devastating battle, often lose their determination to forge ahead, making it difficult for them to make any progress in the martial arts for the rest of their lives.
However, Aotian was quite the opposite; witnessing this kind of combat ignited his fighting spirit and propelled him forward.
These two completely different attitudes undoubtedly lead to two entirely different lives!
Blood Butcher's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he sneered:
"The strength you witnessed today is nothing compared to my peak. I hope that when we meet next time, you still have such bravado!"
Although Blood Butcher wanted to kill Aotian on the spot, Yan was nearby, and given his nature, he would certainly not stand by idly. Therefore, Blood Butcher had to suppress his murderous intent for now. Engaging in a life-and-death struggle at this moment would benefit no one.
With that thought, Blood Butcher snorted coldly and said:
"Kid, I remember you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Blood Butcher took off with the Dragon Slayer Dagger, transforming into a streak of blood light as he flew off in a certain direction.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon…
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