Chapter: 1406

Altar Dragon retorted at him with a cold glance:

"Get out and settle your score with me later!"

Altar Dragon's face turned solemn, and he flew away on the wind, leaving only the flames lingering in mid-air to slowly dissipate. A red glow rose from Tang Cai's body below the clouds, quickly disappearing into the distance like a cloud. His armor began to darken, emitting black smoke as he rode forward with his head hung low, filled with both hatred and surprise:

"What kind of thing! This is just a few years of cultivation... I'm not sure if it's another Qiao Shentong... unless the circumstances are wrong, I should have killed him and left already! Now there will be trouble left behind."

He looked disheveled on the surface but quickly stabilized his injuries. After all, he had cultivated for a hundred years, and various skills were far beyond what young cultivators could match. He took an elixir pill and settled down at a mountain peak.

Until this moment, he finally had time to lift his head and gaze, looking out at the distant blue waterfalls in the distance, feeling extremely troubled, longing for the opening of the heavens to never close again, and spending one's life stuck here without ever leaving. "It's over... it's over..."

His eyes went blank, but suddenly refocused, and he swiftly drew out his long spear, his eyes fierce and cold, saying in a low tone:

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"Who?"

A figure emerged from the clouds, dressed in a green robe, with an emerald flute at his waist and a red cord fluttering about. A middle-aged man wearing a Daoist crown stood tall, holding his hands together, beaming at him with a smile:

"Does the Dragon's Halberd also have today?"

Tang Ce looked at him gradually changing his expression, then gazed at him again, speaking in a low tone:

"Sunken Brook?"

The green-clad man did not respond to him, instead drawing out his long sword and pointing it at Tang Ce. The feathers on his body emitted a green glow that collided with the white golden light rising from Tang Ce's body.

Even as the flames in the sky had yet to disperse, another burst of divine power erupted, shaking the clouds and mist away, revealing a vast expanse.

...The dragon-riding chariot chased after, Xiu Yong spirit then descended, and caught up with Li Yuan Jiao, using his powers to search for him twice, recovering each part of his body. Xiu Yong's face was smeared with fresh blood, looking somewhat disheartened.

Li Yuan Jiao's body had already been torn apart into seven or eight pieces, and he was barely holding it together with his spiritual power. The wound left by [Wu Yun] was still expanding, threatening to transform his entire body into a blood fog.

Xiu Yong used one hand to channel his spiritual power and the other to retrieve a pill from his sleeve. As a member of a prominent family, he had vast experience, but even a brief glance revealed that Li Yuan Jiao was beyond saving. Yet, he decided to administer the pill to Li Yuan Jiao anyway.

A golden light appeared in the distance, growing closer at an alarming rate. Li Xuan Feng hastened his approach, both hands bleeding and his bones exposed, with a few tendons dangling. He looked as if he had just reattached them.

Li Xuan Feng's bowstring was not like the Green Dragon Sword; it was a subtle, accumulated energy that he had cultivated over many years. It was so powerful that almost every time he shot an arrow, it threatened to knock him off his feet.

Despite his injuries, Li Xuan Feng ignored them and drew another arrow to shoot at Li Yuan Jiao's behalf, nearly losing his hand in the process. He hastily applied medicine and arrived just as Li Yuan Jiao was feeling a chill run down his spine.

The foundation-building monk, though not as powerful as a Recluse, still possessed a strong life force. Li Yuan Jiao's eyes blurred, and he vaguely heard Tang Ce's liberating laughter, Xiu Yong's angry voice, and Lu Long Quan's roar.

He felt only that his hands were icy cold, as if he had returned to that distant afternoon when Li Yuan Jiao was descending the mountain path covered in moss. The sky was drizzling with a faint, pale blue rainwater, and his hands were just as cold.

Compared to then, this chill was even more pronounced, but at least his hand was firmly grasping something, sufficient to pass on to one's predecessor.

"This situation is recorded in my accounts: step by step deception, borrowing power to kill Lu Long Quan, one technique after another encircling attack on Wuyue... I fear that Grand Uncle will see me and think that I have resorted to desperate measures, ruining my entire life." JrNovels.com