If his guess was true, the Ice Castle might not last long.
With such deep ties, his fortunes and misfortunes would be bound with it, making it even harder for him to break away.
He continued to speak, "Therefore, if I could form my Core on my own, my association with the Ice Castle would beco relatively independent. An honored guest, that’s all!"
Chu Kui seed contemplative.
"Moreover, you say you’ll stay on the battlefield alone to find opportunities. But how do you know that once this chance is gone, there will be another?"
Chu Kui was taken aback, "What do you an?"
"So things lose their aning when spelled out completely. Let’s go!"
With a faint sentence, Luo Chen had already stepped ahead.
The wind and sand howled; Chu Kui stood behind, his expression alternating between cloudy and clear.
Monts later, he gritted his teeth and resolutely followed Luo Chen’s footsteps.
...
The main battlefield of The Eighth Mountain had beco a genuine at grinder.
Every inch of ground was fiercely contested, no concessions made.
Such a brutal war had exceeded everyone’s imagination.
Rogue Cultivators wanted to retreat, vassals wanted to retreat, even several Golden Core Great Sects tried to call for a temporary ceasefire.
But under the high pressure from Luo Yun Sect and Yu Ding Sword Sect, no one could retreat.
Luo Chen and Chu Kui no longer had the composure of a Grim Reaper that they had when moving through the battlefield at the start.
Hunting the enemy had beco increasingly difficult.
Those who had lived until now were all strong.
Each had rich experience and was keenly alert.
At the slightest sense of wrongness, they either bombarded from a distance or fled miles away in an instant.
When Luo Chen finally managed to kill a Middle Stage Foundation Establishnt Sword Cultivator after much difficulty, trouble arrived.
Their retreat was cut off!
A man wielding a faint black longsword stood alone, blocking his and Chu Kui’s path.
"Dan Chenzi, Tian Kuizi?"
Chu Kui moved closer and cautiously asked, "Who are you?"
The man’s face was stern, "My na is Jiang Cheng."
The na was sowhat unfamiliar.
However, neither Chu Kui nor Luo Chen dared to underestimate him, because he emitted the dense Spirit Power Fluctuation of Ninth Level Foundation Establishnt.
The corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth lifted slightly, "They call Flash Thunder Sword, perhaps you’re more familiar with that title."
Flash Thunder Sword!
As soon as these three words were spoken, Luo Chen and Chu Kui’s expressions drastically changed.
Without any hesitation, the two imdiately retreated, their speed astonishing.
But they were fast, Jiang Cheng was faster!
The longsword in his hand transford into a streak of lightning, enveloping him, and thunder seed to roar in all directions with his every step.
In a few strides, he had closed to within a hundred yards behind them.
"You two are well-known to , one a Rogue Cultivator leader, the other a Pill Refinent Grandmaster, acting so lowly, truly the way of fiends and demons."
"Today, I shall eliminate the demons and defend the righteous way!"
As he spoke, he manipulated his sword technique.
His body cycled through black and white colors, with faint traces of thunder perating the air.
The clouds above gathered in response to him, as if in communication with the elder.
Flash Thunder Sword, one of the few existences at the Foundation Establishnt Stage that should not be provoked on the battlefield of Accumulated Thunder Ninth Mountain.
His reputation even surpassed that of Yan Leizi and Shan Ling ’Er.
Ordinary people would run as far away as possible upon encountering him.
Luo Chen and Chu Kui, who normally instilled fear in ordinary Foundation Establishnt True Cultivators, seed to be doing the sa.
Jiang Cheng looked at the two fleeing in a sorry state and had a look of disdain on his face.
However, in the next mont, he swore loudly.
"Despicable villains!"
Dozens of vines sprang from the ground, blocking his forward charge.
The ground beca soft and marshy, with two grueso brown hands reaching out to grab him.
"Slash!"
"Slash!"
The black and white sword light circulated and easily dissipated the two attacks.
Yet what was truly frightening were the two figures that had returned.
An Equal Heaven Stick slamd down thunderously, and a great sword, like a shooting star, hurtled towards him.
His eyes bulged, and sword light flared all over his body.
Boom! Boom!
Successive explosions rang out, kicking up countless dust clouds.
Within the smoky haze, a figure suddenly flew out, fleeing towards the way they had co like a bolt of lightning.
The more arrogant his entrance had been, the more pathetic his escape.
Chu Kui gripped the Equal Heaven Stick and said with a tinge of regret, "This fellow is rather special, worth a thousand rits, what a pity."
"He wasn’t so easy to kill; after all, he is a Yu Ding True Disciple. We only managed to catch him off guard and made him underestimate us," Luo Chen assessed as he checked the Thorn Flower Seeds remaining in his Storage Bag.
For a full force display of the Vine Technique, he likely had enough for about ten more tis.
"Let’s go!"
He said casually as he turned around.
However, in the next mont, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Maybe we shouldn’t leave."
A hoary voice carried through the air, sounding incredibly ancient but containing a resonance like the clashing of tal.
In the distance, a weathered elder approached step by step, his murky eyes filled with endless sorrow and rage.
As he neared, Luo Chen’s heart pounded wildly.
A faint Fla Imprint suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Initially dim, it brightened as the man got closer, turning fire-red as if flas were dancing, causing a burning pain.
Looking at the Fla Imprint, the old man halted his steps.
"It’s indeed you, Luo Chen!"
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