It was precisely because of the desperate need that Yang Chuan hurriedly arrived, pressing his palm against Yang Chuan’s top of the skull.
Is it all over?
The root of Yang Chuan could be traced to Pu Shizhong, while the equatorial connector was placing their palm on Yang Tianling.
Liu Hai and Fu Qing both let out a long sigh.
They felt at ease once they saw Yang Chuan’s condition align with their expectations.
Yet, they felt as if everything was coming to an end. After all, as inhabitants of Blackstone Star, Yang Chuan’s fate under the Red City Immortal was all too familiar!
At that ti, several powerful warriors either succumbed due to Pu’s overwhelming might or beca her slaves.
The na of the woman known as the Red Threader could finally be spoken aloud. Primarily because it was like the piercing of a needle!
Now the enemy in Yangchuan District was even more dangerous than Mahe of Jin Yan’er. Yet, lowering their defenses, visually succumbing to poisons along the main line, Han Xin counted on Pu being just effective enough. Barely advantageous.
Will there be another burst of electricity after this severing ends?
Liu Hai, thinking of this, even started to sink into a state of despair!
Ultimately, with Yang Chuan being reduced to a slave under the Red Winged Good Man, could he possibly spare the Red-Browed Good Woman and Qingming?
If they waited any longer, the next step would be slaughter!
At that thought, Liu Hai turned to Fu Qingming and said, "Aren’t you going?"
"Should I go?"
Failing to comprehend Liu Hai’s words, Fu Qingming shook his head and responded, "Do you have any ans to save the great lord?"
"Have you found a way? How did you manage it? If you don’t act now, we’ll be stuck here forever!" Liu Hai exclaid imdiately.
These words caused Fu Qingming to struggle as he finally grasped Liu Hai’s intentions!
To be honest, how could the issues with my hair—
But at this mont, Fu Qingming’s hand inadvertently brushed against a ring he had chanced upon. At the sa ti, the Universe Sect ca to mind, and he recalled an auction scene where Yang Chuan’s discarded rchandise, Dandan, had been forsaken by soone else in attendance.
This artifact was bound to Yang Chuan; under the guise of Yin Yang, it wasn’t just ant for cultivation but also had lured those enchanted by its dual nature!
This imnsely valuable object, from Fu Qingming’s perspective, seed petty for a trivial matter, yet Yang Chuan had granted him such a gracious favor.
For just a mont, a storm of emotions surged within him!
"Oh, how may Yin and Yang stream through Qingming’s creek?" he murmured inwardly. Struck by a profound sense of duty amidst the dire straits of seniority, he burst forth and exclaid, "When the elders are in danger, how could I possibly concern myself with trivial matters at such a ti?"
"This..."
Just as Fu Qingming’s hair seed rigidly in place, he suddenly appeared inexplicably stiff. "But..." he began to interject.
"There’s no need to linger on such words! Go alone!"
anwhile, without hesitation, Qing Da took his stand, swiftly moving toward Yang Chuan.
It was evident that his resolve was firm, yet he was more aware than anyone that what he was about to do could very well cost him his life!
As Qingming gazed ahead, exhaling a long breath tinged with helplessness, he watched Yang Tian’s retreating figure cloaked in black chiffon. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Because that shadow belonged to Yang Tian!
But didn’t Yang Chuan just escape from Red City Immortal’s Pu Wangzi?
Hadn’t this runaway been marked as a soulbound slave by Shi Dazhe?
Why had Yang Tian suddenly appeared before him, not only retrieving treasures but also coming to his rescue?
In truth, the questions hung heavy in his mind. And beyond his puzzlent, even the applause that had drifted toward Yang Chuan carried an unresolved tension, directing itself now toward Chi Dan Zen.
To him, it seed Yang Chuan had the capacity to withstand the attack of the mountain-dwelling opponent, yet his rival was none other than the mighty contender Lu Ruo Yuanma!
Was Yang Chuan’s appearance a sign that he would disregard such a formidable adversary?
Only when he scrutinized the scene did the sight render him speechless in utter shock!
At that instant, a red aura overtook the surroundings, forcing the practitioner to clutch their head in disbelief, sitting collapsed, frozen by terror, their face plastered with fear, crying silently like a frightened maiden. Such overwhelming oppression seed unreal!
"This..."
Witnessing a figure resembling that of an enemy ship, rooted in place and staring blankly, he couldn’t quite place what was unfolding.
Who was this before him?
Could this truly be the lord of Blackstone Star, the ruler of countless won’s fates?
How could an Immortal, stripped naked, display such fear?
And shed tears like a child?
Even Fu Qingming, who had been rescued earlier by Yang Chuan, now stared at Yang Chuan with newfound awe, perhaps because he, too, had seen the sa devastating expression shrouding Red Winged Fairy’s countenance.
Though disbelief colored his thoughts, this mont affird a singular truth: only Yang Chuan could stand tall against the enemy here and now.
Yet no amount of guessing could allow Fu Qingming to fathom how Yang Chuan had accomplished this.
Yang Quan gazed at him with sapphire eyes and said nothing.
How had he done it?
It had to be the hand of God, employing unrivaled Divine Skills—possibly the majestic 5th form of Spirit Ma Xun’s annihilation technique!
The black horse that led enemy forces to engulf and strip their magic power, dragging them into darkness!
In past battles, Yang Chuan had been encircled by blazing gods, annihilating the Eight Gods in the Bright Moon Venerable’s ruins with a single decisive blow!
Now, standing in the Demon World, he faced enemies far stronger than those on Earth, sharpening his blade against extraordinary foes.
But even so, the might that crushed enemies now pulled the heartstrings of the "Enemy City Pioneers," transforming their heedless spirit at last.
Yet Yang Chuan himself understood that, despite swaying the mind of the Red Winged Good Man, his journey was far from over.
As a result, this equatorial connector served as a trial fueled by inner Heart Demons from the Assembly of Three Elders, elevating him into uncharted realms.
Therein lay the possibility for Yangchuan Team to press the Zen of the "Enemy City" into his Heart Demon, ultimately making one last attempt to unravel its "Magic Power."
Unquestionably!
Monts later, after the practitioner’s tear-streaked face recovered its clarity in an instant, a heavenly wrath overtook them. Rising to their feet, they scread at Yang Chuan: "You vile mongrel and ant! Damn you!"
Trial round!
The combatant’s rallying cry echoed: "Shallows—Lu Wuxuan, truly!"
Ao Dama and the proud Han Yuan of the Han clan, under Ao Dama’s lead, broke down in agonized tears, a humiliation beyond compare!
Their earlier ferocious personas turned utterly unrecognizable from the day prior, stripped bare.
Under the blood-red flas of practice, shrill reprimands tore through the air, lashing like blades cutting through layers of clouds!
All strength seed exhausted to the ground’s last powdery remnants, exposing raw, barren earth!
"Haha! Has your aesthetic dominion already eroded?"
Yang Chuan, witnessing the fiery practitioner grow crimson in rage, remained undeterred. Yet, by a blade’s swift arc, he was slashed decisively in return.
Suddenly, the massive black Dian River surged ahead in person, converging onto the battlefield with undeniable weight.
"Open!"
Standing firm against the gashing moonlight, those on the opposite shore mocked Yang Chuan’s seeming helplessness, stretching out bare arms to disperse its radiance.
But the mont their skin t the moonlight, their expressions shifted drastically, their hands fumbling between tactics, striving to stave off its forwards charge!
Even so, the Yangchuan Team’s current assault fell short of breaking through.
Several delicate droplets cascaded down from a warrior’s palm with an enticing sound.
Who dared to challenge the blade-sharp Yang Chuan unscathed?
What strength could asure up?
Palms bloodied, the opponent’s moonlit scars lit up in humiliating surprise.
The Demon Eight Forms? Self-immolation.
Upon hearing the cry, Yang Chuan suddenly flared in red flas; the scarlet threads pierced into action as a cold sneer erged from the other side. "Ant, no words will save you now..."
Before the words could fade, even Yang Chuan’s audience froze in disbelief.
Because at that mont, Yang Chuan imrsed his fiery crimson presence into full blaze!
As flas roared higher, Yang Chuan’s breath intensified with it.
Yuanma Middle Stage, Late Yuanma, Yuanma’s Peak Period.
The atmosphere thickened as Yang Chuan’s cultivation soared, yet the reddened gaze of his opponent began revealing a deep sense of dread!
Perhaps now, the precarious tipping point had been eclipsed.
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