Seeing Lu Ye unhard, Warlord Geng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He is truly soone chosen by the Departnt Chief!
In such a dire situation just now, he dared to co here alone. Not to ntion anything else, just his courage surpasses the other mbers of his squad.
"Senior Brother Geng." Lu Ye softly called out.
Warlord Geng nodded, raised his eyes to assess the situation in the field, and furrowed his brows.
A similar question erged in his heart as Lu Ye's: why didn't Ning Hu flee?
He hadn't figured it out when he heard Ning Hu shout fiercely, "Senior Brother, at this point, haven't you seen through it yet?"
Ahn Mofeng had blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and covered his chest with a hand, saying, "No matter what, release Zih Yan first. You watched him grow up!"
The young cultivator held in Ning Hu's hand, nad Zih Yan, also pleaded arduously: "Great Elder, spare my life!"
Ning Hu slowly shook his head, looking at Ahn Mofeng with a mix of pain and disappointnt, "Senior Brother, you've let down too much! Back then, you and I had similar aptitude, but now I am Divine Sea, whereas you remain at True Lake. The cultivation resources within the sect were utilized more by you, but now I have higher cultivation, do you know why?"
Ahn Mofeng sighed, "The old Sect Leader once said that in terms of aptitude, you've got an edge over ."
"Nonsense!" Ning Hu angrily retorted, "That old fool is so blind, couldn't even see I am an undercover agent for Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, how could he judge anything correctly? I'll tell you today why I can advance to Divine Sea and you can't."
With these words, he took a sudden step forward, "Because you always pin hope on others, never considering fighting for yourself! Generation after generation, you've trusted that soone would advance to Divine Sea, leading Xianxia Mountain into the ranks of the upper three grades. But have you ever thought, seeking help from others is inferior to relying on oneself? Don't forget, you are the Sect Master of Xianxia Mountain!"
The thunderous and resonating rebuke made Ahn Mofeng slightly lost in thought, reflecting upon himself during the past decades, as if indeed he was just like Ning Hu described.
Once realizing that he couldn't ascend to Divine Sea, he entrusted hope to the disciples below, losing his spirit of striving and ambition.
Ning Hu spoke again, "The previous generation you placed hope on that boy nad Zhong, and what happened? He barely advanced to Cloud River but died prematurely; this generation you place hope on Zih Yan. His luck is better than Zhong's, now at Cloud River Level 3. But how can you guarantee he won't die prematurely too? Even if he steadily advances to True Lake Level 9, how can you guarantee he can ascend to Divine Sea?"
"I can, Great Elder!" the young Zih Yan shouted loudly, "I definitely can!"
"The future is uncertain." Ning Hu calmly responded, applying pressure with his hand, silencing Zih Yan imdiately, then he looked at Ahn Mofeng and said, "Senior Brother, you have the possibility to ascend to Divine Sea, but your spirit and resolve have been eroded."
Ahn Mofeng sighed, "What's the point of saying these things now?"
"Of course, it has aning!" Ning Hu suddenly chuckled.
Ahn Mofeng abruptly felt sothing ominous, asked in shock, "What are you doing?"
"Cut off the hope and longing in your heart, then you will have to rely on yourself!"
As soon as the words fell, Ning Hu exerted force with his hand, accompanied by a crisp crack, Zih Yan's neck bone was crushed, his eyes rapidly dimd.
Although Ning Hu previously slaughtered indiscriminately, killing dozens, nobody expected he would truly lay a rciless hand on Zih Yan.
Because in the past, the relationship between this pair of grandson and elder was excellent, Zih Yan could practically be said to have been raised and taught by Ning Hu, who was like half a master to him!
Yet, even so, Ning Hu killed decisively, ruthlessly leaving a shocking impression.
Throwing Zih Yan's corpse aside like a rag, Ning Hu sternly shouted, "Senior Brother, whether Xianxia Mountain can be preserved depends on yourself, act quickly!"
The mont the words fell, he charged into the densest part of the crowd, and the rampage of a Divine Sea realm strong cultivator, those Xianxia Mountain disciples couldn't resist, instantly suffering casualties in droves.
"Stop!" Several wounded elders beside Ahn Mofeng seethed with anger, ignoring the disparity in strength between them, rushing towards Ning Hu in an attempt to hinder him.
Ahn Mofeng himself, however, stood seemingly dazed, at the spot, his eyes chaotic and confused.
"Stop him!"
On the other side, almost at the mont Ning Hu acted, Warlord Geng shouted, leading the charge, with his squad closely following, imdiately joining the battle.
For a while, battles raged with spirit power surging.
Including Xianxia Mountain's True Lake Realm elders and mbers of A-3 squad, there were eight True Lake Realm in total, among them, Warlord Geng was even at True Lake Level 9. Such a lineup could barely contend with Ning Hu.
But still sowhat lacking as opponents.
The gap of a major realm is extrely terrifying, thus even with the nurical advantage on Lu Ye's side, the situation remained disadvantageous.
Fortunately, the few mbers of A-3 squad cooperated seamlessly, thereby preventing any casualties, especially the most powerful, Warlord Geng, who unleashed his strength, almost alone restraining thirty percent of Ning Hu's energy.
Lu Ye didn't share the tacit understanding with the A-3 squad, so he tried not to disrupt their coordination, and since his cultivation was the lowest, he wandered on the periphery from the start of the battle.
Not out of self-preservation, but waiting for an opportunity.
The opportunity to use the exotic treasure in hand!
Ning Hu had not been urging his ntal consciousness, not because he couldn't, but because even as a Divine Sea Realm cultivator, using ntal consciousness consud a great deal of energy. Especially since he was only at Divine Sea Level 2, he had already exerted himself earlier to break free, using his ntal consciousness power to the fullest, so at this mont, he wouldn't recklessly deploy his ace.
This gave everyone the opportunity to entangle him.
But the battle couldn't go on like this indefinitely. In less than half a cup of tea's ti, two elders of the True Lake Realm from Xianxia Mountain had already fallen, their life or death uncertain.
On the A-3 squad's side, Warlord Geng was bleeding from all seven orifices, Kang Yuanqiao looked pale, Xiao Ruyun's aura was weak, and Shangguan Qiu was suffering from the backlash of magic and spells, with his spirit force in chaos, rendering him ineffective. Muk Zheng, the female cultivator, was even worse off, having the lowest cultivation in the squad besides Lu Ye.
Unware for a mont, she was struck in the abdon by Ning Hu and flew twenty zhang away, now leaning against a wall while continuously coughing up blood, clearly unable to fight any longer.
Ironically, the least cultivated Lu Ye was in the best condition.
Firstly, he had been maneuvering on the outskirts, never clashing head-on with Ning Hu, not giving him the chance to inflict serious injury, and secondly, relying on his Moon Return and Defense Spirit Runes, he could at least protect himself from the after-effects of such a fierce battle.
The eagerly awaited opportunity hadn't arrived, yet their own formation was first to crumble.
Once Warlord Geng and the others were severely injured to the point of not being able to retaliate, everyone else might just have to clean their necks and wait for death.
"Captain, if the personnel summoned by the Justice Departnt don't arrive soon, I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave first," Xiao Ruyun shouted angrily while battling furiously against Ning Hu's wild attacks. Suddenly, a crisp sound ca from his arm; it was a broken bone.
Though he had advocated for imdiate retreat before, even stopping Lu Ye with his guard token, once the battle began, he fought without reservation, blocking several attacks aid at Lu Ye.
"Hold on a little longer; they're already on the way," Warlord Geng responded.
Seemingly feeling the threat from those words, Ning Hu frowned, losing his desire for continued conflict. In the next instant, his ntal consciousness surged forward, transforming into an invisible force, headed straight for Warlord Geng.
At the mont Ning Hu launched his ntal consciousness attack, Lu Ye's eyes lit up. He also activated his ntal consciousness, firing a nearly transparent, hiltless small sword.
ntal Consciousness Destruction Sword!
This exotic treasure, which Lu Ye had exchanged for two thousand six hundred battle rits, was the reason for his confidence to face Ning Hu.
ntal destruction, its target is ntal consciousness itself!
Uncertain of the extent of its power, and coupled with the vast cultivation gap between himself and Ning Hu, Lu Ye dared not use it hastily, instead waiting patiently.
Waiting for the mont Ning Hu activated his ntal consciousness!
The ntal Consciousness Destruction Sword transford into a sharp beam, instantly moving before Ning Hu, severing his ntal attack.
Ning Hu couldn't help but groan.
This is the danger of ntal consciousness clashes at the Divine Sea Realm. Although Divine Sea cultivators possess ntal consciousness, they seldom use it in combat, fearing exploitation by opponents.
Ning Hu hadn't anticipated the lowest cultivated kid present had counterasures against him. In a mont of misjudgnt, his ntal consciousness was broken, causing sudden pain in his mind.
Initially, his ntal attack targeted Warlord Geng. Had it been fully unleashed, regardless of Warlord Geng's substantial cultivation, he'd surely have been dazed on the spot, his fate uncertain.
However, once his ntal consciousness was severed, Warlord Geng felt only slight dizziness, then returned to normal.
On the contrary, on Ning Hu's side, enduring the pain of fractured ntal consciousness, he raised his hand to seize the ntal Consciousness Destruction Sword.
Witnessing this, Lu Ye's heart sank.
This was his reliance against Divine Sea cultivators, an exotic treasure for which he'd spent two thousand six hundred battle rits from the Hall of Battle rits, harboring great expectations for it, only to have them dashed.
Just as he thought the ntal Consciousness Destruction Sword was unworthy of its na, a tiny sword light suddenly cleaved from the exotic treasure's body.
The sword light struck Ning Hu's forehead but caused him no harm, seeming intangible, vanishing upon contact.
Yet Ning Hu felt as though he'd been hamred head-on, his head jolting backward, his body staggering, involuntarily releasing the ntal Consciousness Destruction Sword's body, hence screaming terribly.
While everyone was baffled by the sudden change, it was clear that the exotic treasure Lu Ye had wielded was responsible.
Warlord Geng's grasp of battle timing was exquisite, almost instantly advancing as Ning Hu retreated, both fists launching, spirit force vibrating.
With a resounding boom...
Ning Hu's frail body flew, spewing fresh blood in mid-air.
Beams of sword light followed like stars chasing the moon, which was Kang Yuanqiao's flying sword.
Lu Ye also took his blade in hand, unleashing a Myriad Stars attack.
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