"Are you sure? Leaving the responsibility to withdraw from the entire battlefield on Ye Ruozai's shoulders!" Lin Junzhao asked, responding to Pei Yan.
"I'm sure! If Xia Yu chooses to withdraw, I will take on the attack from three people alone on the battlefield. Even though it's dangerous, I should be able to hold on until Old Zheng joins the battle!"
"Alright, I will convey your intentions to her. However she chooses, it's up to her!" Understanding Pei Yan's resolve, Lin Junzhao didn't argue further and left with just one remark, his voice fading from Pei Yan's mind.
Noticing Lin Junzhao slip away from his body, Pei Yan wanted to find ti to check on Xia Yu and the others, but realized that his fist froze mid-air. With a ntal curse, he suddenly plumted towards the ground.
"Pei Yan! You're still distracted while fighting two Children of Origin, this is your own fault!" Noticing Pei Yan's attack movents were no longer as aggressive under Moira's verbal assault, Flal saw his chance. He stroked the storage necklace on his chest and, as an item appeared in his hand, secretly threw it onto Pei Yan's body while he was off guard during the fight.
"Do you think such a thing can trap ? Open!" Pei Yan, falling towards the ground, suddenly noticed a thin Fire Silk Rope emitting a dark red glow had unknowingly wrapped around every joint of his body. Initially dismissing it, he shouted 'open,' causing his cha to expand dramatically. However, he discovered the Fire Silk Rope not only didn't snap under his force, but tightened along the gaps of his cha's engravings. While other areas could still hold, as it approached his throat, Pei Yan's breathing beca rapid.
"Pei Yan, using your saying, this is the consequence of being too noticeable, hehehe! Look at the other four realms, whose power isn't more substantial than your cornerstone realm? Yet, among the several realms' Children of Origin, who possesses as much fa as you? You've been in the lilight these days! Do you really think we're inferior to you? See this as a monkey show! I will let you taste the pain of exposing your strength too much!" Seeing Pei Yan's predicant, a aning of amusent flashed across Flal's face as he accelerated the technique on the Fire Silk Rope.
Pei Yan didn't respond, but Lin Daozi, who was watching the battle, widened his eyes. After staring for a while, his expression changed drastically, and he burst out in anger: "This is intolerable!"
"Young Master, am I wrong? Are you sure that's the item?" A cultivator, rather aged, beside Lin Daozi, followed his gaze and imdiately understood his anger. After scrutinizing with squinted eyes, he uncertainly said, "It looks similar, but I don't feel the essence of a Divine Artifact within it."
"It should be a fake artifact. The Magic Realm is ultimately not as ruthless as the Blood Chasa; they still maintain so decorum!" Lin Daozi, with a sharp brow raised, sneered coldly, "Is it that they don't even bother to cover it up in front of us? The Immortal Binding Rope, this ancient artifact has been lost for years, suspected to have fallen into the hands of the Magic Realm. When we demanded it, the three main councils kept denying it with flimsy excuses, hehe! Seeing this fake artifact now, I wonder what they'll say! Using it openly before us is a provocation to the Daoist Realm! Fine! This excuse is handed to us by Flal himself. Don't bla for joining forces with the Investigation Hall against you!"
Just as he was about to intervene, Lin Daozi was stopped by a jade-like arm, as Lin Xunrou said softly, "Brother, hold on. It's just a fake artifact. Even if you catch them in the act now, so what? They'll find a hundred reasons to evade you."
"So what? So suspicions alone are enough. Furthermore, there's evidence now. Weakening the Magic Realm through this opportunity, it won't create turmoil afterward! It also serves to draw in the Investigation Hall, having two birds with one stone is a win-win!" Lin Daozi was not angry at his sister's obstruction, just puzzled by her intention, so he questioned.
"Brother, of course you can take action, but the timing isn't right!" Lin Xunrou said, casting a glance at the battlefield where Xia Yu held Bedivere, preparing for a desperate fight, a subtle cut-throat expression flashed in her eyes as she sneered, "Their enmity isn't deep enough yet!"
Following his sister's gaze, Lin Daozi understood her aning and slightly smiled, agreeing to step back and observe.
Indeed! Only when the Investigation Hall results in fatalities, looking at it through Pei Yan's past personality displays, he will certainly not let the Magic Realm go unpunished. By then, when they beco sworn enemies, it will be the best ti to act.
Neither Xia Yu, determined to die, nor Pei Yan, trapped, knew they had beco pawns in others' eyes. But unlike Xia Yu, who was near despair in her fight to the death, Pei Yan's heart was filled with rage.
"You know my trump cards? Do you think you can trap with this? Hahahaha!" Due to the pressure on his throat, Pei Yan's voice beca sharp and thin, his cold laughter sending chills down one's spine.
Seeing Pei Yan still able to speak defiantly, Moira quickened her assault on Pei Jin while he remained trapped, as Flal turned his palm, channeling source energy into the rope and shouted, "Fire Infusion Art. Blazing Flail!"
Following these words, the rope ensnaring Pei Yan burst into fierce flas. anwhile, Azar took this chance to launch over a dozen Wind Blades targeting Pei Yan in mid-air.
The oncoming Wind Blades were swallowed by a radiance in midair. Before Azar could react, an iron hand erged from the void, grabbing his shoulder. Realizing the danger, Azar thought to evade, but it was too late as countless iron ropes sprung forth from the iron hand, entwining him. With a strong pull, both disappeared into the sky.
Flal didn't mind Azar's disappearance. From him, he already knew that Pei Yan had another potent chanical counterpart. He had confidence in Azar's strength. Even if Azar couldn't eliminate that puppet, at least he had the strength to stall it until their side won the battle. If he failed even at that, it would nullify his value in saving Azar.
The pressing matter now was to eliminate the huge problem that was Pei Yan. Flal didn't expect a re fake artifact to kill a Child of Origin outright. While holding Pei Yan hostage, he tore off a Magic Scroll hanging at his waist with one hand. Without incantations, he casually tossed it into the air, then summoned all five of his Power of Origin to strike the scroll with force. After completing this, he paid no more attention to the drifting scroll and pulled out another one from his Storage Ring!
User Comments
0 comments from readers