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Whether it was the Night Emperor or Wen Ren, everyone had unleashed their strongest powers in that life-and-death crisis. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, was no exception.
Hong Yulong had already used a secret method to forcibly enhance his cultivation before the battle began. However, despite his efforts, he could not break through the Heavenly Boundary and had only reached the Peak of Nascent Soul. With the powerful defense of his Jade Dragon Armor and the Azure Leaf transformed into a green dragon, he struggled to entangle his opponents.
On the other side, Wen Ren, who had been at a disadvantage against Zhang Liuyuan, found himself gaining ground as two more Ying Cultivators from their army joined the battlefield, tipping the scales in favor of the Eastern forces.
Leng Gucun, Jiang Anbo, Tan Siyuan, and others were barely holding on, knowing that defeat could come at any moment.
"Do you think someone will come to rescue us?"
Zhu Xian Mountain, who had always been taciturn and seemed only to know slaughter, suddenly spoke up after a brief exchange with Tenglan. This caught Tenglan off guard and made him pause.
In that fleeting moment of distraction, Tenglan realized he had fallen into a trap and found himself unable to grasp the rhythm of the battle.
Seeing that Tenglan remained silent, Zhu Xian Mountain continued to wield his sword with great skill while speaking. "Surely someone will come to save us? I believe they will. Ever since I heard about that desolate mountain establishing a stronghold, I’ve been planning for this. Killing is essential; it’s pointless to slay ordinary people. Killing a group of average cultivators won’t make me stronger. It’s those talented individuals that are worth targeting; don’t you think?"
Upon hearing Zhu Xian Mountain's words, Tenglan's pupils constricted in shock, nearly causing him to lose control of the spell he was about to unleash.
"Will they come or not?"
"Of course they will!"
Zhu Xian Mountain laughed heartily, his blood sword becoming increasingly fierce as it gradually tore through the defenses of the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword.
One was a madman who only knew how to kill; the other was a maniac obsessed with slaughter. Neither seemed like someone capable of strategizing. Wasn’t it obvious?
Everyone knew that the Nine Nether Leaf Oil Demon was behind the planning of the Two Realms War. Did I find it strange? Not at all.
I have never seen someone who schemes behind the scenes step into the spotlight to act as a shield.
Everything had already been predetermined; Ye Youluo was doomed to die, and he would become the one who took that crucial step for Tian Di Dong, hoping that the war had not yet ended.
He was skilled at slaughtering the heavens, and those high-ranking individuals knew that they were actually powerless.
The words Zhu Xian Mountain were destined to be etched in that war, marking the space between heaven and earth.
With a loud clash of two magical swords, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, found it hard to keep up with the increasingly frenzied pace of Zhu Xian Mountain. He was shaken to his core, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips.
Surely someone would come to save us, right? He knew someone would come. But where had all the other Transcendent Practitioners from the Ninth Underworld gone? He felt they could hold on for now. How many Great Masters at Integration Stage had come from Nine Nether Sect?
Hahaha.
With every word spoken by Zhu Xian Mountain, Tenglan's heart sank a little more. No one knew that coming to the Ninth Underworld concealed a madman like Zhu Xian Mountain. Underestimating the enemy might just be their greatest mistake.
Tenglan regained his composure and once again raised the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword, looking at Mistake with an expression that Zhu Xian Mountain would find difficult to comprehend.
I said it wrong; someone would definitely come to save them. I said it wrong.
Boom!
Another strike of the Void Punch fell from the sky, sending Wen Renyuanqi flying to the side.
Watching the three of them surround the Eastern Wolf in such a pitiful state, Zhang Liuyuan couldn't help but want to burst into laughter.
Hahaha, he made me look down on him, but why should I? He left his parents at the age of nine and was sent to the Moon River Sect while I was playing in the mud by the riverbank.
Why should I look down on him? Do I know what it’s like to be covered by the Nine Nether Cold Qi? What kind of suffering did he endure in the depths of the Blazing Sun?
I look down on him, thinking he has never faced death?
One hundred and thirteen children under ten endured baptism in the depths of the Blazing Sun, and only three survived initially—three.
I have no idea how long he waited that day. Seventy-four—exactly seventy-four. Finally, that day arrived. Heaven treated him not unfairly; Heaven has eyes, Heaven has eyes.
Wen Ren steadied himself and mockingly looked at the incoherent Zhang Liuyuan. Perhaps there is a saying that those who are pitiful must also have something to be hated.
I know nothing.
Feeling Wen Ren's pitying gaze, Zhang Liuyuan suddenly realized how powerless his spell felt, followed by an overwhelming surge of anger.
I pity him; he knows nothing. But what do I know?
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