Chapter 0: 41. Fur Flying
“Banwei.”
Glancing back at Ao Banwei, who was steadily following behind her, Qingyu pursed her ruby lips. “If anything unexpected happens later, you don’t need to worry. This venerable self has established an invisible connection with you. As long as you sense this, I definitely won’t miss and harm you. But remember, at that time, absolutely do not bring me back to Twin Fangs Mountain.”
“Yes.” The Little White Dragon suddenly realized, and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. So Qingyu also understood her situation; she had been worrying too much.
Although Deng Fengzhuo had described the situation as urgent earlier, by the time Qingyu and Ao Banwei arrived at the scene, they found that the so-called allied forces of the Three Sects consisted of only two Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators and a crowd of Dao Comprehension Realm cultivators, plus a large number of their disciples.
This was a fatal blow to Twin Fangs Mountain, but it was far from enough to impress a Dragon Saint of this generation.
“After Wan Lianxiao is gone, is Twin Fangs Mountain really without anyone?”
“To send two women to their deaths, how laughable!”
Mockery mingled with shouts of war.
Qingyu’s snow-white and gentle little face was serene and indifferent. Her aura had already returned to its natural state, and she didn’t find it surprising to be looked down upon by others.
“I do not wish to incite more bloodshed. Everyone, please return the way you came. At least for today, do not set your sights on Twin Fangs Mountain.”
As she spoke, centered around Qingyu, an unparalleled might that could shake mountains and move clouds, and pluck winds and leap through clouds, spread out madly, engulfing the sky like a great night, terrifying and chilling to the bone.
Except for Ao Banwei, everyone swept by this furious and ferocious aura turned ashen-faced, their hair standing on end.
The leading Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator realized with horror how foolish his mockery had been, and stammered, “Your… Your Excellency, who are you…” How could mere Twin Fangs Mountain hide such a killing weapon?
The.磅礴’s pressure from the green-robed woman before him was undoubtedly that of a peak Dharma Aspect Realm expert!
In the Dharma Aspect Realm, each minor realm represented a world of difference. A peak expert like this could probably sweep them all away with ease.
Qingyu did not reply. She opened her palm, and massive amounts of heaven and earth spiritual energy converged towards her.
“Go! Hurry and go!”
The allied forces of the Three Sects no longer dared to hesitate. Under the command of the two Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators, they rapidly retreated.
Seeing this, Qingyu nodded with satisfaction and gestured with her eyes for the Little White Dragon to leave with her. With a wave of her hand, she was about to dissipate the massive amount of spiritual power she had just gathered when her movements suddenly froze.
The spell was instantly interrupted by an accident. Qingyu bent over slightly, revealing a hint of pain.
“Ancestor!”
The Little White Dragon worriedly leaned forward to help Qingyu, asking with concern, “Are you alright?”
However, this scene was misinterpreted by the allied forces of the Three Sects.
“This person is actually seriously injured, and even making a real move is a problem?”
“Immediately use the ‘White Flame Hammer’ to attack them off guard!”
“What? That’s for the Mountain Guarding Array of Twin Fangs Mountain.”
“Who cares about that now? Twin Fangs Mountain has already hooked up with this big shot. Do you think they’ll tolerate us kicking them while they’re down today? When this woman recovers from her injuries and leads Twin Fangs Mountain to attack our mountain gates, it will all be over!”
“This is the best opportunity. This person absolutely cannot be allowed to live!”
The allied forces of the Three Sects, who had originally escaped, inexplicably returned.
At the same time.
Qingyu turned to Ao Banwei and flashed a proud smile that made her feel very unfamiliar.
“What did you just call me? How strange, for a noble Dragon Race adult to be so respectful to me?” Qingyu gently stroked the Little White Dragon’s cheek, smiling beautifully. “What beautiful silver-white scales. Esteemed adult, would you be willing to turn into my boot, just like that wretched dragon Ao Yi?”
“Old… Ancestor, I am Banwei.” The Little White Dragon’s voice trembled. She had already confirmed that the reason her ancestor Qingyu was called the ‘Lord of the Sea of Blood’ had absolutely nothing to do with her frequent jokes about ‘excessive blood loss’!
“Banwei? No, you are marked with my protective spiritual seal, which means you are not an enemy. But why have I never seen you? Moreover, I was clearly fishing in the Misty Sea before, how did I suddenly appear here?” Qingyu shook her head in confusion. “Never mind, none of this is important.”
“In any case, these杂碎 (scum) must be my enemies.”
Looking at the vengeful allied forces of the Three Sects returning with murderous intent, a look of unrestrained fanatical excitement flickered in Qingyu’s eyes.
“The more battles I experience, the stronger I will become. One day, I will definitely be able to achieve that wish.”
The fierce and menacing allied forces of the Three Sects were unaware that they had changed opponents. When the two Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators jointly summoned a colossal White Flame giant hammer, the entire sky was twisted into an evil and unparalleled blood-red color by a strange power.
“This sky color…” everyone exclaimed in admiration.
“Ancestor, what is this?” Ao Banwei tilted her little head, her eyes filled with surprise.
“Boots are not allowed to talk.”
The Little White Dragon immediately covered her little mouth with a wronged expression.
Seeing this, the young girl, known as the ‘Sea Demon’, was amused instead. “Look at your dragon-like appearance! If you’re so curious, then listen up…”
“This move is called ‘Braised’! It’s my original creation.”
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Inside the Ceramic Jar Space.
Lin Jincheng, who was clearly more severely injured than Qin Gou, stood up faster than him. Not only that, her movement technique was even more rapid than before, her sword strikes reaching their target instantly as she surged forward.
The only possibility was that this Ceramic Jar Space was playing tricks again. According to its laws, Lin Jincheng had already been designated as the victor of this exchange.
Qin Gou’s mind moved, and his twin pupils were filled with a dangerous and fatal jade-green color. However, a sudden sharp pain erupted in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. This injury seemed to have been lurking for a long time, only to erupt completely the moment he made a move.
“I knew you still had a backup! I just didn’t expect my ‘Heart Breaking Palm’ spirit tool to have such power under the enhancement of this Ceramic Jar Space!” Lin Jincheng’s eyes gleamed with joy as she pursued her advantage, delivering a vicious knee strike to Qin Gou’s chest.
Qin Gou retreated rapidly. He was currently poisoned, his spiritual power nearly depleted, but he didn’t care about any of that. What truly made him feel ridiculous was that he was actually unable to move at this moment.
His hands and feet were completely unresponsive, as if he were a stone sculpture, and even his consciousness began to blur.
This Ceramic Jar Space absolutely would not allow Qin Gou, a variable whose strength and realm did not match, to disrupt its laws! It would protect Lin Jincheng at all costs, forcing Qin Gou to accept his doom.
“What? Scared witless already?”
Seeing Qin Gou completely still, Lin Jincheng couldn’t help but let out a chilling, seductive laugh, and once again propelled her palm towards Qin Gou’s heart from a distance.
“Bang!”
Qin Gou was blasted flying, crashing into something unknown, and falling to the ground, unmoving.
“Trash.” Lin Jincheng sneered, and with a charming demeanor that flowed like the wind, she stepped forward, chuckling amusingly. “You’ve actually fainted? Then I’ll sever your limbs first, to eliminate future trouble!”
Having said that, Lin Jincheng took out a long saber, licked her red lips, and slashed down without mercy.
However, at this moment, Qin Gou’s eyes instantly snapped open.
“Who are you going to cut?”
In the Ceramic Jar Space, where there were clearly only Qin Gou and Lin Jincheng, a third voice suddenly echoed.
Shedding her usual sweet and gentle voice, it was filled with hateful sorrow.
From the black shadow beside Qin Gou, a small, jade-like white hand tightly gripped Lin Jincheng’s blade, and a pair of bushy cat ears emerged.
