Imdiately, Tai Yisheng felt his body beco heavy. He looked down and found countless petals appeared beneath his feet, wrapping around his lower body, immobilizing him.
"It’s actually a Pupil Technique."
Pupil Techniques are very rare and exceptionally difficult to cultivate.
"Buzz."
Blood flowed from Luo Yan’s mouth as she saw Tai Yisheng trapped. She threw a flying knife from her hand.
At the sa ti.
Mu Yufei again said, "Furious Fire."
The purple substance on the long knife erupted into violet flas. Tai Yisheng’s hand sizzled like grilling at.
Instinctively, he let go.
Mu Yufei seized the opportunity and slashed.
The cooperation of the three won was surprisingly seamless, stunning the onlookers.
Tai Yisheng roared, his long hair standing on end. Once graceful, he transford into a Death God.
A dark golden barrier appeared around him.
It deflected the flying knife.
Blocked the long knife.
The petals around his lower body vanished as well.
The three won were thrown back by the domineering evil qi.
Tai Yisheng slowly levitated, hair standing up like a porcupine’s spikes, a fierce gaze with blood-red pupils.
Tai Yisheng licked his blood-red tongue and looked down at everyone, saying, "Who do you think I am? To dare challenge ."
Tai Yisheng’s evil qi was terrifying, his clothes fluttering without wind, like a true Death God.
Diao Chan’s face was serious, saying, "Perfect Drought Fiend."
Drought Fiends vary in strength, and a Perfect Drought Fiend is a king among them, with a body as strong as steel.
Everyone’s hearts pounded, and the weaker ones couldn’t help but tremble. This was a ntal suppression.
Especially the Mao Mountain Disciples; their leader and elders were all killed by Tai Yisheng, deeply understanding the opponent’s terror.
Diao Chan sighed, "Sisters, quickly lead the people away, I’ll hold her off."
Luo Yan and Mu Yufei knew they were too inexperienced to face such a monster as Tai Yisheng.
Tai Yisheng laughed coldly, "In my presence, who can escape?"
Suddenly, Diao Chan crossed two fingers, and her pupils changed again, showing six distinct petals.
"Demonic Art, Thousand Flower Realm."
Ti seed to co to a halt.
The next mont, Tai Yisheng noticed the scenes and spaces around him changing.
He looked around and found himself in a sea of flowers, colorful and exceptionally dreamy.
Tai Yisheng said solemnly, "Such a powerful Pupil Technique, but! Can it stop ?"
The ground of the flower sea trembled, and countless petals flew into the sky, forming a massive humanoid figure, identical to Diao Chan, over thirty ters tall.
The flower giant raised its hand and pressed down heavily.
"Roar."
Tai Yisheng roared like a beast, shaking the heavens and earth.
In reality, Tai Yisheng’s roar left everyone dizzy and disoriented.
Diao Chan’s mouth also started bleeding.
"If only I could cultivate the Nine Flower Pupil, I would surely suppress him. Sadly, my cultivation is too shallow," sighed Diao Chan.
"However."
Diao Chan ford seals again, emanating a terrifying aura.
"Demonic Art, Thousand Flower Nation."
The earth veins trembled, and from below them crawled out strange creatures, ford of withered wood, humanoid tree monsters, hurling themselves at Tai Yisheng.
Tai Yisheng swung his hands, his sharp nails slashing into the army of monsters.
Ten minutes later.
Tai Yisheng looked at the ground filled with vines, and upon seeing Diao Chan and the others gone, sneered, "Where do you think you can escape to?"
"Are you alright?"
On the escape route, Luo Yan noticed Diao Chan’s pale face.
Diao Chan shook her head, saying, "Just a little dizzy."
After she spoke, Diao Chan passed out, leaning forward. Luo Yan caught her.
Just out, Diao Chan’s cultivation was already quite high, but she did not expect to et such a formidable opponent, and casting two powerful Demonic Arts exhausted her greatly.
Luo Yan carried Diao Chan, her expression sowhat grim.
Mu Yufei looked at the others and sighed, "You go, I’ll hold him off."
Mu Yuxun cried, "No, sister, you’ll die."
Mu Yufei knew it too, but there was no alternative.
Finally, Tai Yisheng caught up from behind, causing everyone’s face to drastically change.
"Run, we can’t escape." A Mao Mountain Disciple spoke fearfully.
Tai Yisheng sneered, "Looks like I’ve been too kind to you. Let’s kill one for fun first."
Seeing the unconscious Diao Chan, he smiled coldly, thinking that no matter how beautiful she was, it didn’t matter.
Kill her.
Seeing Chu Hao devastated would be incredibly satisfying.
He lunged, sharp nails descending straight down.
"Luo Yan!" Everyone was shocked.
Luo Yan’s face turned ashen; the opponent was too fast, and with Diao Chan on her back, she had no ti to dodge.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared, shielding Diao Chan and Luo Yan.
"Puch."
Blood splattered, the sharp nails piercing through the tall man’s chest.
"Brother Cheng!"
"Old Cheng!"
"Si Cheng!"
The one standing in front of Diao Chan and Luo Yan was Yu Sicheng.
Yu Sicheng spat a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes, sweat dripping from his forehead. He turned back with a tragic smile.
"Wife, brothers, I’m leaving first."
"Ah!"
Wenmi scread, trembling all over, seeing her man die tragically in front of her, she fainted.
Yu Sicheng.
He ca from the countryside.
A shy, introverted man with dreams of the big city.
eting Chu Hao changed his life.
When his brothers and sisters faced life and death, he stood in front, unafraid of death.
Everyone was stunned.
"Interesting."
Tai Yisheng withdrew his hand, blood-stained, his expression indifferent.
Yu Sicheng collapsed, the ground stained red with his blood.
Wang ng trembled all over, rushing over desperately, holding Yu Sicheng tightly.
"Brother, brother, no, brother no, no."
Wang ng cried loudly.
"Si Cheng, Si Cheng."
Wenmi slowly awoke, calling Yu Sicheng’s na, her pupils vacant, devoid of color.
"Ah! I’ll fight you to the end."
The honest man Ankang Mo picked up a large rock, charging at Tai Yisheng.
"Don’t go." Mu Yufei was too late to stop him.
"Puch."
Tai Yisheng raised his hand, his nail slicing across Ankang Mo’s throat, and Ankang Mo fell forward, the rock dropping to the ground.
Ankang Mo’s throat was left with a huge gash.
"Old Mo, wailing... Old Mo."
Wang ng cried like a child, holding Yu Sicheng, reaching for the fallen Ankang Mo.
Ti seed to pause.
"Wenmi, don’t."
Suddenly, Wenmi climbed up, grabbing a stone beside her. She gripped it so tightly her fingernails bled.
This handful of gravel, she hurled at Tai Yisheng.
"Get lost."
Wenmi was kicked directly away, her head hitting a large stone, and she lay there motionless.
Luo Yan was dumbfounded as well.
Wenmi was her best friend.
Everything happened too quickly.
In an instant, three people died.
Tai Yisheng was extrely indifferent. He had killed too many people, these ants simply couldn’t pique his interest.
Wang ng cried like a child, staring hard at Tai Yisheng.
"I won’t let you go; I will kill you, kill you."
PS: The update will resu soon, don’t worry everyone. Actually, I’m even more anxious than you. Just got married, feeling bewildered, need to sort out the plot. Two Chapters for today.
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