Nangong Family!
"No wonder Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister didn't want to co. They'd rather die than drag down..."
Watching this scene, Zhou Qing's eyes flashed with cold light.
Is it really never-ending?
At this mont, the Taoist of the Nangong Family stood with his hands behind his back, his dark golden robe spotless, a cold smile hanging at his lips, enjoying the struggle of trapped beasts.
"Do you know why I haven't killed you all yet?" Nangong Lu spoke lightly.
Ghost Mastiff didn't answer, just gripped the Black Scale Spear tightly, the spear tip trembling slightly, emitting a low hum.
He had reached his limit!
The Blood Battle Path Intent Realm is a path of slaughter that becos fiercer in battle, but once spiritual power is exhausted, it will backfire.
And now, his ridians were beginning to rupture, blood seeping between his fingers, dripping on the ground, turning into scarlet mist, constantly rging into the precarious realm sky.
"Normally, I would perform a Soul Search, but considering your caution, it's likely you've sealed that mory and information. If I search your souls, it might be futile."
He stepped forward with hands behind his back, his dark robe moving without wind.
"So, let's be straightforward. Call that Mr. Ji here, and I'll deal with the rest with him."
"After all, you only killed Nangong Xiao, that worthless scum. Other matters... I can decide, let bygones be bygones, what do you say?"
Facing Nangong Lu's words, Ghost Mastiff directly spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
He slowly raised his head, bloodshot eyes, yet a grim smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Nangong's dogs... so much nonsense."
The Black Scale Spear buzzed and trembled, the spear tip pointed straight at Nangong Lu's throat!
"If you want to kill, then kill; if you want to chop, then chop. If I furrow my brows, I'm not Ghost Mastiff!"
Nangong Lu squinted his eyes, his smile gradually turning cold.
"You refuse to drink the toast, preferring the penalty drink."
He lightly raised his hand, a wisp of black fla danced at his fingertip, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and even the scarlet mist in the air started to condense into ice crystals.
"The more you do this, the less I et your wishes!"
Nangong Lu suddenly chuckled softly, his gaze passed Ghost Mastiff, falling on the figure behind.
"Interesting, the more you desperately protect her, the more it indicates a problem. That masked one, judging by the lying posture, should be a woman, is she your mistress?"
"I'm your dad's mistress, son, call mommy!" Luo Lingling suddenly sat up, wiped the blood from her mouth, and provoked.
Nangong Lu's killing intent suddenly turned icy.
"Good, good, really good, since it's like this, let see whether your savior is more important or your mistress!"
Before his voice fell, he flicked his finger, and black flas darted forth like a snake towards Luo Lingling.
Ghost Mastiff gritted his teeth, the Black Scale Spear blocked horizontally, the spear shaft's blood blaze surged, forcefully resisting the black flas!
"Boom——!"
The two forces collided, Ghost Mastiff groaned, his knee slamd into the ground, his arm muscles tearing apart, blood flowing down the spear shaft.
But he didn't retreat!
"Blood Battle Path·Soul Burn!"
He growled, the blood fla around him suddenly turned dark red, his aura soaring again!
"Using the soul as fuel?"
Nangong Lu slightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "That's ruthless enough."
Ghost Mastiff grinned ferociously, blood spilling from his mouth, yet pure madness in his eyes: "Nangong family scum... Even if I die today, I'm taking so down with !"
His words hadn't fallen, he suddenly erupted, the Black Scale Spear like a raging dragon out of the sea, the spear thrust shattered the air, aiming directly at Nangong Lu's throat!
Nangong Lu's expression was calm, even with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
"A dying struggle."
He waved his hand, black fla condensed at his fingertips, forming a gloomy long sword, casually eting Ghost Mastiff's spear tip!
"Boom——!"
Spear and sword clashed, shock waves exploded, the ground cracked inch by inch!
However, Nangong Lu's brows suddenly furrowed—because his sword pierced right through Ghost Mastiff's body!
"Huh?"
He scrutinized, only to see Ghost Mastiff's form quickly fading, colors draining, finally turning into a light paperman, gently falling to the ground.
"Is this... paperman substitution? When did this happen..."
Nangong Lu's pupils narrowed, suddenly turning to the direction of the masked woman.
It was clear the previously dying figure also began to beco transparent.
"A bunch of big fools!" The masked woman raised a middle finger to everyone.
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