The cloud that blocked his fatal blow was the last bit of Great Xia's fortune lingering in Xia Daoyun's body.
.......
The woman in the way had fallen, and no one was obstructing Lu Qingshan's path.
Series of unexpected events seed to have worn out Luohu's patience.
He walked towards Lu Qingshan at a slow pace, ready to personally end Lu Qingshan's life.
Though it was said to be a slow pace, every step actually spanned hundreds of miles.
Luohu walked within Heaven and Earth, each step silent, yet each stride weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
At this mont, Heaven and Earth were extraordinarily quiet.
But there were people, a lot of people.
On the city walls, many cultivators from Heavenly River were witnessing the battle firsthand, personally observing the "futile struggle" of two Sword Immortals, personally witnessing Luohu advance towards Lu Qingshan.
Next, they would personally witness the death of Lu Qingshan.
...
They were terrified, their legs trembling, their teeth chattering.
In the crowd.
A man with a rectangular face bit down hard, making his teeth creak.
He was a Sword Cultivator from South Sword Pavilion, bearing a very ordinary na, Luo Tong.
This na had no significance or origin.
And now, South Sword Pavilion had ceased to exist.
In the battle at Dragon City Pass, the great cultivators of South Sword Pavilion defended the south city wall without retreating an inch, all perishing.
Since then, South Sword Pavilion ceased to exist.
Later, the Sword Sect arrived, and later, the Central Spirit Domain was defended.
However, he did not choose to remain in the Central Spirit Domain but left the place where he was born and raised and ca to Heavenly River City.
His cultivation wasn't considered high, and he was even more inconspicuous among the cultivators in Heavenly River City.
But he had experienced the battle of Tigerhead City.
Facing the Demon Race army behind and the Spirit Sea Tide in front, he witnessed how the Sword Sect cultivators stood up against a demon army numbering thousands or tens of thousands tis their size to protect the Central Spirit cultivators, knowing how they fought bravely to earn the most precious ti.
These, for him, were not hearsay or stories, but firsthand experiences.
He was deeply indebted to the Sword Sect, using its cultivators as examples, which is why he had co to Heavenly River City.
Who would have thought, not dying on the battlefield, but yielding to intangible pressure.
Why? Why!
With a crunch.
He unexpectedly ground his teeth to pieces!
The pain felt like being scorched by fire.
This sensation was hardly pleasant, but it awakened him.
"I am a Sword Cultivator too..." he murmured.
He finally understood what he was doing.
He was bowing his head, hiding.
A strong sense of sha erged, surpassing the physical pain, pushing him to the brink of madness.
A fervent passion filled his heart.
He raised his head proudly, staring into the abyss-like Luohu, a faint red glow in his eyes.
He shouted in anger, "F*ck your mother!"
Of course, he didn't know whether Luohu's mother was still alive.
But that didn't matter.
The important thing was his fear suddenly diminished, although it hadn't completely disappeared.
"Without the Sword Sect, I would have been dead for decades already!"
He soared into the sky, charging towards Luohu.
Boom!
Without even a glance from Luohu, a cloud of blood exploded in the sky above Heavenly River City.
Blood splattered into the seawater.
Evidently, a South Sword Pavilion cultivator alone could not stop Luohu's advance.
This was not his fault.
In fact, an entire South Sword Pavilion couldn't stop Luohu in the slightest.
However, the fiery blood burned into everyone's hearts.
The square-faced man standing next to Luo Tong, full of whiskers, stared wide-eyed at the blood.
He was a native cultivator of Heavenly River, not from the sa sect as Luo Tong, and their cultivation levels were clearly polarized, thus they were not familiar with each other, rely coincidentally standing together.
However, on the battlefield, all were comrades.
Comrades stained in blood, but what about him?
He already had the answer.
He also flew out, charging forward, trying to stop Luohu.
Another blood cloud exploded.
Then, another cultivator flew up.
Not just one cultivator.
Countless Heavenly River cultivators.
The mont before, Heaven and Earth were silent, suddenly becoming noisy.
The mont before, Heavenly River cultivators had their heads down, avoiding, suddenly lifted their heads, flas burning in their eyes.
They were afraid, they dreaded, hence placed all their hopes on the outco of the battle between Lu Qingshan and Luohu.
When Lu Qingshan failed, they chose to bow, dared not look into the abyss.
But now, at this mont.
Everyone lifted their heads.
They wanted to protect the Human Race, to defend Heavenly River City, and also wanted to protect Lu Qingshan.
Thus, Heavenly River cultivators, one after another, regardless of their cultivation level, rushed out, stood in the path of Luohu's advance.
They were scared, but they still chose to face it head-on.
Because, there was a fervor in their hearts.
Perhaps, even they found it hard to understand what that fervor truly was.
But they knew, if they did not stand before Lu Qingshan at this mont, they would despise themselves, even if surviving by luck, they would be ashad for the rest of their lives.
Sha was the source of courage.
Facing death, Heavenly River cultivators seed so impatient.
What is there to fear from being annihilated?
Comrades were waiting for them!
Blood flowing freely, unnoticed, dyeing a sea red.
.......
The struggle of ants would not stir the heart of a lion.
For Luohu, crushing these ants was rely a difference between one step and two, the utmost boredom.
In Luohu's eyes, it was just like Lu Qingshan's earlier stubborn persistence, the most aningless thing in the world.
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