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Three years ago, he had said that kind of cliché was unacceptable. Three years have passed, and I don't deny it—there has been no progress at all. What good can he say about us?
Hong Yulong charged at Mu Qinglong, his spear suddenly twisting in mid-air, the tip pointing towards the space behind him. Their faces were almost touching, and they could even feel each other's breath.
But in Mu Qinglong's eyes, it wasn't just Hong Yulong's handsome face that caught his attention; he was also very much like Lu Chen Zhou, who had been caught off guard and was now bleeding from a wound inflicted by the spear.
When did I realize this?
Lu Chen Zhou rolled over and leaped back into the battlefield from the snowdrift, asking Hong Yulong. He was extremely confident in his concealment methods and genuinely wondered how he had been discovered.
From the moment I stepped onto the battlefield, I had been under his gaze. When I wasn't in his line of sight, I was mostly behind him; he could only guess, and even if he guessed wrong, it wouldn't be fatal.
As he spoke, Hong Yulong's arms trembled, and the Jade Dragon Armor suddenly glowed brightly. It was clear that it sought to surpass the Ruby Dragon Spear. An ancient spirit emerged from the Jade Dragon Armor, swirling around Hong Yulong.
Three years ago, he wanted to fight me on equal terms, but back then, I don't deny it—I had two powerful artifacts and a foundation built on a pseudo Golden Core. If he thought he could win against me with just one leg to stand on, then after so many days of fighting against overwhelming odds, I wondered how long I could maintain that state.
Mu Qinglong was caught off guard by Lu Chen Zhou's ambush. Although surprised, he didn't expect to land a killing blow. He smiled casually and pointed towards Hong Yulong's position. The nearby Golden Core Cultivators rushed over once again to overwhelm him with numbers, even willing to sacrifice their pride for a wheel battle against the Cursed Ruby Dragon to exhaust Hong Yulong.
I was wrong; I knew it. Tomorrow's protagonist is actually him.
When the Ruby Dragon Spear clashed with the Azure Wood Gourd, Hong Yulong also sneered in disdain before turning to confront Wei Wuyou, who was rushing over from behind.
Although seven people were surrounding Hong Yulong at this moment, there was no advantage to be found. Rather than saying they had trapped him, it would be more accurate to say that Hong Yulong was holding them back.
However, Hong Yulong didn't seem eager to escape like Mu Qinglong and the others; his demeanor showed no signs of urgency at all. This behavior truly puzzled Mu Qinglong.
Mu Qinglong suddenly remembered something and let out a roar, wanting to call for a retreat. However, he found himself unable to shake off the entanglement with Hong Yulong. The situation, which had been evenly matched, began to tilt in favor of Hong Yulong due to Mu Qinglong's anxiety.
He vividly recalled the siege against Chongming Guang three years ago. Hong Yulong relentlessly pursued Mu Qinglong, even as Fei Qian and others attacked. With a loud shout, he invoked the Dragon Soul.
"Retreat!"
Hearing Hong Yulong's roar, Mu Qinglong attempted to command his people to fall back, but all he heard was the sound without sensing any fluctuation of spiritual energy. It dawned on him that he had been deceived. His face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
It was true; he believed what was said.
Hong Yulong turned and rushed toward the higher battlefield, ignoring Yan Dong and the other Golden Core Cultivators.
What should they do? Should they pursue?
Wei Wuyou also wore a grim expression. The battle from three years ago had left him with deep psychological scars. If he couldn't shake off Hong Yulong now, it would be difficult for him to tread the path of immortality for the rest of his life.
"No, we can't go there."
A clear voice interrupted Mu Qinglong. Golden runes began to appear around this Nine Nether Cultivator. Some Nine Nether Cultivators attempted to use their spiritual artifacts to destroy those runes but found that their artifacts were instead severely damaged.
In that moment, everyone was at a loss for what to do, all eyes turned towards Mu Qinglong.
When Mu Qinglong saw the person slowly floating over, he exclaimed in surprise, "Is it me?"
Had he ever seen this person before?
The Book of Radiant Path, hahaha.
Suddenly, Mu Qinglong looked at Gan Yuan, who was also present, and burst into laughter. When he glanced at Gu Ping for a brief moment, he felt a twinge of sadness. How pitiful it was that his group of cultivators from the Five Great Sects could be outsmarted by a mere mortal. Wasn't that truly sad? I don't deny it. What a lamentable situation.
Three years ago, I should have died.
"Ah, my friend, you must have mistaken me for someone else."
After speaking, he made a few gestures with his mouth, silently communicating with Mu Qinglong.
Mu Qinglong squinted his eyes. He clearly saw Minghong say those few words to Gu Ping; perhaps that was a matter of life and death.
He believed that if they met again tomorrow, it would still be a matter of life and death for him.
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