Zing!
The sword was drawn.
Fang Yu quickly grabbed Xu Zhaopei’s finger, Gang Qi like a knife, slicing through her finger, causing blood to seep out.
Telekinetic control.
The Blood Pearl, crystalline and translucent, fell onto the Dragon Roar Sword.
Plop.
Howl!
A dull sound, seemingly the lanting voice of a tiny Divine Dragon, strongly disliking this drop of blood, let out a muffled howl.
Then the light dispersed.
The Dragon Roar Sword turned into an ordinary long sword.
The blade also lost its luster.
No matter judging by appearance or feeling its power, it seed like an ordinary sword.
The Ordinary Blood quickly scabbed, sticking to the blade.
Fang Yu nodded slightly, saying, "Indeed, the Ordinary Blood is miraculous! Even an Immortal Spiritual Artifact can beco an ordinary object."
Ye Wenjun was also surprised by the sight.
Xu Zhaopei quickly pulled out her finger, angrily saying, "Fang Yu, you bastard! You fooled , stole my heart... and now you draw my blood! Do you have any humanity left?"
Fang Yu stared at Xu Zhaopei, confounded.
It wasn’t the first ti Xu Zhaopei so bluntly expressed her feelings of love.
Even Ye Wenjun knew that Xu Zhaopei had always admired Fang Yu.
Only...
Such blatant candor in front of her was a first.
What did this make her, his legitimate wife?
"Key monts aren’t for jokes... Whether you can survive now depends on your Ordinary Blood..." Fang Yu shifted the topic.
Ye Wenjun asked puzzledly, "Even you can be subdued by the Ordinary Blood?"
Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I do not cultivate the path of the cultivator... this Ordinary Blood has no effect on ."
"Then won’t wielding the Dragon Roar Sword brush off this Ordinary Blood?"
"No... to kill soone, often the simplest thod is also the most effective... He is in the Void Saint Realm; cultivation-wise, it’s utterly impossible!" Fang Yu said.
Ye Wenjun and Xu Zhaopei nodded.
Fang Yu continued:
"So, Wenjun, you and Peipei should protect each other."
"Mm."
Xu Zhaopei naturally feared those ordinary people, or the Artifact Spirits of supre Holy Artifacts.
As long as those potential threats didn’t exist, no cultivator could harm Xu Zhaopei. Nor could they harm Ye Wenjun.
Thus, the two protecting each other was the best strategy.
"Let’s go!"
The three followed along.
After passing through a narrow passageway and walking a few minutes, they saw the main contingent ahead.
Zhou Qirong and others were smugly smiling, seeing Fang Yu indeed dared to follow them.
Yang Qiu had no response, seemingly expecting this, standing confidently with arms behind his back.
The journey was made easier with a Void Saint pioneering the way.
They cleared away quite a few monsters; so simply dared not show themselves.
"Ahead is the Faith Hall of the Moon Breath Ancient Land," Yang Qiu stood and said with arms crossed behind his back.
Everyone else stood still, watching him speak.
At the scene, only he had the credentials.
"Elder Yang... Have you been here at the Moon Breath Ancient Land?" Zhou Qirong asked with a smile.
"Back then, I ca to this place to complete a friendship with the Moon Breath Clan... Alas, it beca my last visit to the Moon Breath Ancient Land... Now, with the Moon Breath Clan missing, I feel this Underground Palace should remain guarded, as a gesture of friendship with an old companion."
This old fox is truly cunning.
No one can prove if he’s been here or not; he can say whatever he wants. Now, pulling relationships for an excuse, he can have more justification when competing for the Holy Spirit.
Fang Yu cursed silently.
Since Yang Qiu had already started laying groundwork for seizing the Holy Spirit, how could others not understand?
"Elder Yang! What is that?" Yang Wu suddenly asked.
Everyone followed the direction he pointed toward.
In front of the Faith Hall, there were two sculptures holding large blades.
Cre-eak.
Cre-eak.
The dust on the sculptures fell off.
Rustle.
The dust was so much that it fell like sand, rustling down.
"What’s happening?"
"They’re moving... They’re moving... My heavens, have we seen ghosts?"
"Resurrection! Is this resurrection?"
Everyone could not help but take a step back. A bit panicky.
Fang Yu, Ye Wenjun, and Xu Zhaopei were naturally at the back and not afraid.
At this mont.
Yang Qiu said aloud, "These are relic guardians... Back then, the Clan Leader of the Moon Breath Clan used the essence of the sun and moon to forge two grand puppets, stationed in front of the hall. After the disappearance of the Moon Breath Clan, a small clan appeared in the Cultivator World called the Heavenly Vein Clan, skilled in puppet control, rumored to be descendants of the Moon Breath branch..."
Puppets?
Heavenly Vein?
Of course, Fang Yu knew the Heavenly Vein Clan, one of the Ten Great Bloodlines.
Currently, of the Ten Great Bloodlines, only Heavenly Vein, True Phoenix Clan, and Tianyin remain.
It seems this old fellow truly has so experience.
Yang Qiu continued:
"These puppets possess tenacious will, indestructible bodies, and extrely fierce combat power. To defeat them requires cultivation above the Void Saint... The entire puppet is made from ten-thousand-year Mystic Iron, with Array Patterns inscribed by Array Masters, giving extrely high defense. Head-on confrontation is unlikely to succeed!"
"Elder Yang, what should we do?"
"Have soone draw their attention; the rest bypass direct combat and enter the hall directly!" Yang Qiu said.
"Is it really that simple?"
"Yes, just that simple."
However simple, Fang Yu still felt the puppets were not so simple. A grand Ancient clan would not set such guards lightly.
Thus, Fang Yu gestured subtly for the two won not to move.
Yao Tianzhao was purely a bystander, hardly noticeable.
Zhou Qirong said, "You two draw their attention."
"Yes!"
Being veterans from the battlefield, they were fearless, saluting as they charged forward.
The puppet guards saw two humans charging forward.
They slowly raised their large blades and swung them.
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
The wind howled fiercely!
The two were quick-witted, imdiately dodging!
As they dodged.
The large blades crashed down, swoosh!
Bang!
An aggressive Gang Wind erged from the blade tips, fanning down in a wide arc.
How to dodge?
"Oh no! Too late!"
Bang!
The two great puppet guards slashed directly down. The two sent by Zhou Qirong were smashed into minced at.
"This..." Yao Tianzhao shivered with fear.
Zhou Qirong’s eyes widened, "Elder Yang... You intentionally sent my n to their deaths?"
Yang Qiu replied indifferently, "Lacking in skill, can’t bla others... These two puppets have countless Combat Skills Type Array Patterns inscribed; not even I... know how many Combat Skills they have mastered! That fan-shaped attack, unavoidable, is understandable."
The move was unexpected, clearly a blade, yet it felt like a fan.
Zhou Qirong, furious, eyes bloodshot and yet powerless!
"General Zhou... why not send two more up... Only with sincere cooperation, can we have a chance to enter!"
"Impossible! You go if you want..." Zhou Qirong refused outright.
No one could fall for the sa trick twice.
The old one is trying to deplete the Great Zhou Royal Family’s forces.
"That’s the statent I wanted..."
Zhou Qirong imdiately regretted it.
This Holy Spirit is indeed a spirit, whoever sees it first may first possess it!
At the mont of seizing the Holy Spirit, Yang Qiu had more pretexts.
But at this mont.
Fang Yu spoke up, "A pair of trash puppets, acting like it’s a death sentence... Wenjun, Peipei, since they won’t go, we’ll go in first..."
Everyone couldn’t help but be astonished, watching Fang Yu leading the two won toward the Faith Hall.
The two puppet guards moved—
Clunk, clunk!
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