Zhu Xuanji’s pupils reflected the crimson flas, and the wind chis in his heart kept ringing!
With one glance, he had already seen through the situation in the secret chamber.
"The karmic fire is burning. This is the retribution of using forbidden techniques." Zhu Xuanji sneered in his heart, "Ning Zhuo, for you to end up like this, it's truly your own fault."
Just as this thought surfaced, he heard a roar.
A blood ape in heavy armor, Dasheng, with a physique similar to his, rushed forward, crashing into him and wrapping its arms around his waist, charging away from the battlefield at full speed!
If it were any other chanism, this would have been impossible. Only Yuan Dasheng, having reached the stage of spiritual intelligence, could analyze the situation and act independently.
Zhu Xuanji’s face turned red with anger. He swung his elbow, striking the back of the blood ape Dasheng with each blow, leaving small craters.
Yuan Dasheng, however, paid no attention, using all his strength to take Zhu Xuanji away from Ning Zhuo.
Sun Lingtong reacted imdiately, protecting Ning Zhuo at his side.
Everything had happened so quickly.
The door opened, Zhu Xuanji, shrouded in golden light, appeared, only to be knocked out by Yuan Dasheng.
Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother and the others surrounded them once again.
"It's done! Hahaha." ng Chong laughed.
Following ng Kui’s orders, he occupied the entrance and quickly moved the wooden blocks, piecing together the final part.
Ning Zhuo had already completed most of it. ng Chong, with the support of his immortal essence, finished the last steps in just over a dozen breaths.
The content was accurate, the door opened, and a radiant light shot into the sky, making the secret chamber look extraordinary.
Inside, a vortex resembling the starry sky ford, and without hesitation, ng Chong rushed in!
"Not good, he went inside!" soone shouted.
"Stop ng Chong, quickly!"
"The position of the Lord of the Lava Immortal Palace... is mine."
In an instant, more than half of the people who had been attacking Ning Zhuo shifted their focus.
They were captivated by fate, but when it ca to imnse benefits, greed clouded the crimson flas in their eyes.
Only Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother, Ning Xiaoren, and Ning Ze continued their assault on Ning Zhuo.
Sun Lingtong struggled to defend, dodging left and right, soon covered in blood.
His combat style was usually agile and mobile, but to protect Ning Zhuo, he had to abandon his strengths and focus solely on defense!
His previous injuries had not healed, and he was far from his peak condition.
The most critical issue was that his fighting spirit had faded, and he had developed a strange aversion and resentnt toward Ning Zhuo. This mindset left him weak and unmotivated, lucky to even muster thirty or forty percent of his strength.
In contrast, Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother and the others were clearly empowered by the use of forbidden techniques. Their strength had multiplied several tis beyond their peak!
"Sun Lingtong, you outsider, stay out of this!" Ning Xiaoren shouted.
Ning Ze added, "Ning Zhuo is ungrateful, a heartless ingrate! He doesn’t even care about his blood relatives! I shouldn’t have raised him."
Sun Lingtong cursed angrily, "You are the outsiders! What raising did you do?!"
Taking advantage of the commotion, Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother, like an eagle, swooped toward Ning Zhuo.
The flas in her eyes burned the fiercest!
“You little brat, born but never raised! Give back my Xiaohui!!” She struck at the defenseless Ning Zhuo rcilessly.
Teleportation Technique!
At the critical mont, Sun Lingtong hurriedly turned and perford the signature technique of the Unbounded Sect.
However, this ti, he didn't cast it on himself.
Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother was hit by the Teleportation Technique, disappearing from her spot and being sent to the next chamber.
Distracted by this, Sun Lingtong was severely injured by Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren, kicked into the corner.
The door that Yuan Dasheng had just knocked open remained wide open.
The shadowy demon cultivator and Chi Dun fought fiercely as they rushed toward it!
Stone Heart Pacification!
Listone Heart Technique!
Chi Dun’s fist, covered in a gray aura, struck the back of the shadowy demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator countered with a cloud of black smoke, releasing dozens of ropes that wrapped around Chi Dun.
Bound by the ropes, Chi Dun, carried by his own montum, slamd hard into the wall.
The shadowy demon cultivator, struck by the heavy punch, accelerated and charged toward the chamber door.
"Hmph, after being hit by my Listone Heart Technique, you will..." Chi Dun’s eyes widened in shock.
For in the next mont, he saw the faint yellow Buddhist light flickering on the demon cultivator’s body, rapidly dispelling the gray aura from his back.
The shadowy demon cultivator let out a raspy laugh and rushed toward the door.
Although the light was that of a Buddha, it felt like demonic energy to those around!
...
Martial Arts—Mountain Strikes, Mountain Strikes, Mountain Strikes!
Zhu Xuanji delivered a series of palm strikes.
Even though Ning Zhuo had temporarily reinforced Yuan Dasheng's internal structure, the blood ape in heavy armor could not withstand the Golden Core-level attacks and was once again shattered into pieces.
Yuan Dasheng still wanted to resist, but Zhu Xuanji stepped back, creating distance, then stretched out both hands, his ten fingers digging into the blood ape’s chest, pulling forcefully to both sides!
Disembowel!
The blood ape in heavy armor knelt on the ground, its resentful head held high, but it was thoroughly subdued under Zhu Xuanji’s imposing presence.
"Pitiful, tragic, lantable." Zhu Xuanji's face was expressionless, but his tone was filled with emotion.
He had recognized Yuan Dasheng’s spirit.
However, just as he was about to step over Yuan Dasheng and rush into the chamber, he suddenly paused.
He saw the shattered fragnts of the chanism’s core, and the unlit fire persimmons.
The quality of the fire persimmons was extrely high; most were thousand-year-old fire persimmons, and there were even so that were ten-thousand-year-old.
In an instant, Zhu Xuanji felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
He froze in place, his heart skipping a beat, gripped by a terrifying realization!
All the clues ca together at this mont.
The truth was revealed!
...
"My Xiaohui, my Xiaohui!" Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother had lost all reason. After being teleported away by Sun Lingtong, she madly charged back.
Just before reaching the door, she encountered the shadowy demon cultivator.
With a casual wave of his arm, Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother’s head was separated from her body, a fountain of blood gushing from her neck.
She was dead.
This terrified Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze, causing cold sweat to pour down their backs. The intense desire to survive overpowered the crimson flas in their eyes.
The two of them retreated simultaneously.
Sun Lingtong, dragging his severely injured body, reached Ning Zhuo’s side. Just as he was about to pull Ning Zhuo away, he looked up and saw the shadowy demon cultivator standing right in front of him.
A powerful sense of oppression crashed down like a mountain.
Sun Lingtong’s eyes widened in shock, his pupils shrinking in disbelief.
At that mont, he heard Ning Zhuo softly call out—
"Mother."
(End of Chapter)
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