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Was that the problem? Zhang Liuyuan gestured towards Yi Dong's leg, suddenly pointing at Gan Yuan. A fierce deep green pillar of Spiritual Energy erupted from his fingertip as he shouted loudly, "Of course, I won't let you die!"
The sound of breaking air did not reach Gan Yuan's ears before the pillar of Spiritual Energy was already in front of him. Feeling the immense power, Gan Yuan closed his eyes. His previous injuries had not healed, and at this moment, he found himself unable to move. If he were struck, he would undoubtedly die; it seemed that his life might end here.
However, after waiting for what felt like an eternity, Gan Yuan felt nothing. When he opened his eyes again, hot blood splattered across his face. Zhang Zhao, blood in his mouth, managed to force a grim smile at him.
He is older than me; I call him senior brother.
Gan Yuan staggered forward a step. Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, he still embraced Zhang Zhao tightly.
"Senior brother," Gan Yuan whispered into Zhang Zhao's ear. He understood that Zhang Zhao was reminding him of his identity—he was the one hundred sixth disciple of Feiyuxuzong, Zhang Zhao.
Meanwhile, Mu Yu snapped back to reality and crushed a protective Talisman. Although facing Half-Step to Godhood, the Xuan-level Talisman proved ineffective.
Zhang Liuyuan slightly lifted his right leg, and the barrier formed by the Talisman shattered as if struck. Its power was overwhelming; killing three people was as easy as crushing ants.
The moment Zhang Liuyuan appeared, the outcome of the battle was already sealed. The resistance on the ground was futile against him; Mu Yu's Talisman seemed like mere stones thrown by a child. To him, it felt more like a cat playing with a mouse; he was merely venting the frustrations of over forty years of patience.
Live on! No matter what, I must survive! I am different from him; I am the future of my Sect, while he...
Zhang Zhao wanted to laugh but could only spit out blood continuously. His spirit had been completely shattered by that ferocious blow; now he awaited his fate like a trapped animal.
In the Ninth Underworld, he watched as those around him died one by one until someone told him to come to the World of Mortals and help complete a task so that he could control his own destiny. That person was his master, Shan Ming Dao Ren. He came here; he survived; his mission was accomplished; he survived... Now it’s my turn.
As Zhang Liuyuan approached step by step, Mu Yu felt that any resistance was futile; the shadow of death was inching closer to the two remaining individuals.
What should we do?
For the first time, Gan Yuan felt such despair. Even the encounter with the Nine Nether Cultivator transforming into a monster years ago did not feel as hopeless as this moment. There was no trace of hope left, and they could only watch as death approached.
Stop, Dong Lai.
Mu Yu looked at Gan Yuan in disbelief as he halted his movements. The first stone wall talisman had already been shattered by Zhang Liuyuan, and there was not a single talisman left that could withstand even one of Zhang Liuyuan's strikes. There would be no miracles.
Their gazes met; just moments ago, they had been discussing matters of concern, but now the issue of life and death lay before them, and unfortunately, it seemed they had no choice in the matter.
The little girl thought it was absurd; death wasn’t as terrifying as she had imagined. After being exposed to death for an entire month, she understood what truly defined the meaning of life.
Hearing Zhang Liuyuan's boastful words, Mu Yu looked at him with some confusion before uttering two words: Red Fool.
Seeking death.
Mu Yu's words successfully provoked Zhang Liuyuan. With a fierce motion, he thrust his right leg toward Mu Yu from a distance. The Spiritual Energy manifested in the leg of a Half-Step to Godhood cultivator was more terrifying than any spell. In an instant, it struck Mu Yu and sent him crashing next to Gan Yuan.
Did I know? He once said that people always seek to live; living is always better than dying.
As he spoke, blood gradually trickled from Mu Yu's mouth. A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could barely withstand a single strike from Zhang Liuyuan, and it was evident that Mu Yu's foundation was solid enough to endure such an injury.
If he were truly in that situation, he would never allow me to be so helpless.
Gan Yuan said self-deprecatingly, recalling the battle he had fought with Gu half a month ago. Although there weren't many participants in that fight, the strength revealed during that encounter was such that even Hong Yulong would not underestimate his capabilities.
Well, the game ends here.
Zhang Liuyuan drew out his spiritual weapon, Willow Leaf Sorrow. From the hilt to the blade, it was intricately engraved with patterns resembling willow leaves. The hilt was crafted from ancient willow wood, imbued with immense vitality. However, under the cruel ritual of the Ninth Underworld Spell, this life-giving treasure had transformed into a deathly weapon capable of claiming lives—cruel and merciless.
Outside the secret realm, the disciples of Moon River Sect hung their heads in shame. They understood that although Zhang Liuyuan had already severed ties with Moon River Sect, he was still a product of their training. Such an act of nurturing a tiger only to have it turn on them filled them with profound embarrassment.
The disciples of Jade Void Sect were already in tears. They had not expected that one of their own, regarded as a potential future leader, would be killed by a traitor. Even more shocking was the loss of an unassuming yet exceptionally talented disciple right here—it was simply unbearable to accept.
As the wind howled fiercely, there was no trace of fear in either of their eyes. Gan Yuan suddenly thought that perhaps what they said wasn't wrong; living was indeed better than dying.
Look!
Just as despair enveloped everyone, a pale pink sword light suddenly surged forth, blocking the path before Mu Yu and Gan Yuan. Yi Dongzi had closed his eyes, yet everyone remained fixated on the scene, afraid to miss anything.
It's Xuanming Senior Brother; he has finally arrived.
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