In the blink of an eye, the situation slipped out of control.
Good heavens, a sure-win, hugely advantageous game, and you still managed to throw it for me?
Like lightning igniting earthly fire. Yun Liu’s face was full of question marks, his scalp itching. Every time those two idiots met, it was, “You two always manage to come up with some new trick for me.”
He rubbed his brow and glared at Ji Shiyu and Xiao Ran.
Whether Ji Shiyu or Xiao Ran got the Dragon Pearl did not really matter, as long as it was not Jie Lin.
Yet troublemakers can always find the hardest route to mess around on!
Even from far away, the speechless gaze of Master (Young Master) could be felt. The two crestfallen clowns pinched their ears, faces flushed red.
Not only did they fail to help, they also caused trouble.
At the thought that her little butt might get the Mister’s paddle again, Xiao Ran actually felt a little anticipation. If making a mistake could win back the Young Master’s gaze, she would not hesitate at all.
It’s not like I’m the one getting married anyway. Ji Shiyu lowered her head guiltily, unable to bear looking at Mu Shaohua’s expression.
“It’s all your fault. You only ever make things worse. You even set my boobs on fire!”
“W-who told you to speak rudely? You should have just obediently given it to me.”
“Why should I? I didn’t provoke you this time. You were the one who started fighting me for it!”
“Heh heh, finally admitting you were the one who made the first dirty move before?”
“Mm, I never said that. You’re just useless. You can’t keep either Master’s body or heart. Bleh bleh bleh!”
Little Yellow Hair stuck out her tongue, with a cloyingly fake sweet air.
Two jade rings stirred up bursts of astral wind. The pale-faced scholar smiled slightly, rubbed his hands together, and the demonic patterns all over his body seemed to come alive.
The two shifted blame back and forth. Just as they were arguing, another cry of shock arose. Wu Lei held nothing back, decisively brought out his trump card, and summoned the Soul-Seizing Banner Sect’s banner from his sleeve.
Jie Lin glanced at Yun Liu, face full of provocation, seemingly hoping he would follow and add a little suspense to the game.
“The Dragon King may go ahead. I am enough here.”
Black characters flowed around Can Ye Shusheng’s body, wriggling like tadpoles, especially ghastly.
“The Soul-Seizing Banner Sect’s demonic cultivator arts are bizarre and cunning. This kid is acting on impulse; I fear he may even lose his life.”
Before the two sides even exchanged blows, White Whale had already made his judgment. Knowing the times may not be a compliment, but it can preserve one’s life.
Can Ye Shusheng formed seals before him with both hands like flower buds, his ten fingers rhythmically slowly blooming. Ink condensed into a Demonic Eye that stared fixedly at Wu Lei.
“Don’t look!”
An experienced Heavenly Sound Workshop cultivator couldn’t help but warn him, but it was already too late.
Just as Wu Lei raised his hand, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the Demonic Eye and swallowed into another world.
“Spiritual Sense Attack.”
In that strange realm, Wu Lei’s heart tightened. He hurriedly guarded his Sea of Consciousness, and his Jade Palace summoned a somewhat frail, crying infant.
But countless “words” suddenly fell from the sky, each weighing over 1,000 catties. Soon they crushed him until he could barely breathe and could not even lift his head.
A false Nascent Soul. His Divine Soul realm was far inferior to that of a Soul-Seizing demonic cultivator at Golden Core Peak.
Luo Xiu of Penglai Island chuckled and shook his head, as if mocking Wu Lei for overestimating himself. Not everyone had the extraordinary Divine Soul of an Elixir Cultivator.
In a Divine Sense clash, victory and defeat are decided in an instant.
His body had already lost all feeling. Wu Lei was dumbstruck, his mind shattered, and traces of blood seeped from his nostrils.
In a Divine Sense clash, victory and defeat are decided in an instant.
Can Ye Shusheng’s eyes were bloodthirsty as he casually flung out two characters.
“I gave you a chance.”
The characters were about to finish the opponent.
“Behead!”
The characters were like blades, slashing toward Wu Lei’s neck. At this moment, he could only be slaughtered at will.
The cruel methods of Demon Sect cultivators are known to all.
“Stop.”
Wu Baozhu sighed in disappointment. A yellow pouch flew from his mouth into the air, swelling with wind and vibrating, drawing the demonic patterns into the bag. He pulled Wu Lei out of the storm’s range and conceded on his behalf.
Fang Ya broke into a cold sweat and thought, ‘That was close. If I hadn’t run just now, I’d probably be even more humiliated now.’
Can Ye Shusheng clapped his hands. Apart from Dongfang Shuo, he did not take anyone else seriously. Come to think of it, he still had to thank those two little girls who had come to make fools of themselves.
He turned with a smile and looked at the last person.
“Mr. Yun, sorry to keep you waiting.”
Kept waiting?
From the time Wu Lei made his declaration until now, he had lasted less than ten breaths. His courage was commendable, but his strength was somewhat lacking.
Jie Lin acted as if no one else was there, driving the waves to climb step by step to the top. Yet his eyes were fixed on his unfaithful wife, seemingly enjoying the traitor’s helplessness.
“This is bad, this is bad. What are we going to do?”
Qing Li sobbed softly, extremely indignant.
Even Senior Brother Luo admitted he was no match. Placing hope in Mr. Xiao Yun was clearly unrealistic.
One against two, and the opponents were the number one in Evil Spirit Demonic Cultivator Harbor and the Dragon race’s new king. No matter how you thought about it, there was no chance of victory.
The arrogant Sea Demon nearby bared its fangs and claws, mocking the weak landlubber.
“Today Qiongxiao Palace will change owners!”
Mu Shaohua shook her head in despair, without even time to curse the stinky Huangmao. If the Dragon Pearl fell into Lord Father’s hands, she might as well die.
Yingluo Madam’s face turned ashen. She was already prepared to tear all pretenses apart. Even if she had to break the agreement, she could not let Jie Lin succeed.
She suddenly regretted driving Ji Shiyu out a little. Girls being with girls was better than incest…
Everyone’s eyes fell on the White-robed Youth, and none were very optimistic.
What’s done is done. Although the outcome had not yet been revealed, Mister was a Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master; it would not be worth sacrificing himself.
Ruan Yu looked at the eerie demonic creature and secretly compared them, also finding little chance of victory. Can Ye Shusheng was one of the current Demon Sect’s Eight Banner Colonels. Among the younger generation of the Heavenly Concord Alliance, those who could match him were very few; he might not be weaker than Jie Lin.
“Will you go down yourself, or shall I, this humble scholar, personally invite you?”
Can Ye Shusheng seemed polite but was actually arrogant. He did not know whether Ling Banner Master had other instructions for the East Extreme Pavilion Master.
Yun Liu, however, did not even look at the scholar. His gaze was locked firmly on the Dragon King, as if weighing things, and he showed no intention of retreating.
“If you put me on the same level as him, that would be very troubling.”
“Oh?”
Can Ye Shusheng’s eyes flashed with sharp light.
Elixir Cultivators have powerful Divine Souls and have always been formidable enemies of the Soul-Seizing Banner Sect, leaving no way to strike.
I wonder how the East Extreme Pavilion Master compares to the Master of Penghu Island’s personal disciple?
Xiao Ran watched anxiously, hating only that she was not born a man.
“Young Master, be careful…”
‘No, how could a man marry Xiao Yun? Forget it!’
She prayed secretly. The scheming Mistress also swallowed and worried more about another matter.
‘God bless, Master, don’t fall for the Demonic Person’s trick. Do not try to be brave. What if you win? I worked so hard to chase off that Trash Fish!’
‘God bless, Master, don’t fall for the Demonic Person’s trick. Do not try to be brave…’
The Dragon Maiden’s Tear is an epic-level quest item and Mu Shaohua’s Love Token. It significantly increases damage against Chaoji, the Water Lord.
If Jie Lin got it, would something happen to Mirage City? Yun Liu did not know, but he did not want to take that risk.
If he lost the Trial of Fate, the three strands of Fortune he had painstakingly accumulated would all flow to Ghost Axe. They were both fathers; how could he swallow this?
The only plan for now…
It was because he could not stand the arrogant looks of those two, especially that demonic creature covered in demonic patterns. Yun Liu’s gaze darkened, and he suddenly looked at Qin Xiang, blinking in request for instructions.
Qin Xiang pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly, acknowledging that the current situation was special, extremely…