northernbook Chapter 158: Better Luck
Chapter 158: Better Luck
Bang!
The Black Stone Demon is extremely difficult to kill, not only because it has the ability to create clones, but also because it can transform in countless ways.
More importantly, he was a saint!
But now, a saint was instantly cut into pieces by a Heavenly Realm expert.
The Black Stone Demon didn't even utter a sound before turning into fragments.
Swish!
Duke Jinghai sheathed his sword and glanced at her hesitantly: "Miss, didn't you say that Young Master Su was in danger?"
"Where is the danger?"
They carried out their missions, hidden within military tallies.
They appear immediately upon hearing a strong emotional call.
But after coming out, I felt lost. Where was the danger I was promised?
Qingman opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
A saint, gone just like that?
The terrifying monster, held in the young master's hand, was like a rubber snake, posing no threat whatsoever!
He was killed by the general with a single sword stroke, yet he still asked where the danger lay.
Qingman was confused. Was the young master in any danger?
Or perhaps—he is the greatest danger!
Boom!
Xiang Shuying's head sank, and she completely fainted.
Ruined!
If I treat the young master of the Su family this way, won't I be held accountable later?
Lin Ying'er was stunned, unable to suppress her expression.
Did the Demon Lord begin to wield divine power at this age?
He hasn't even started cultivating yet!
In his previous life, it would have taken at least ten more years for the Demon Lord to even begin to learn the Dao.
Due to the influence of the Chaos Poison, there were many more twists and turns in the process. It took him more than ten years to fall into demonic possession before he gradually rose to power.
In this life, the Demon Lord, whose talents have been fully preserved, is surprisingly powerful.
Lin Ying'er clenched her fists, her heart filled with unspeakable bitterness: "I was here first..."
She was wrong; she should have helped the Demon Lord, not the Chosen One!
In his previous life, the Demon Lord always held the upper hand over the Chosen One, except before the final battle.
With such formidable talent, why bother seeking something far away when it's so readily available?
Just because the chosen one will ultimately win, does that mean we ignore all the previous circumstances?
Lin Ying'er looked at Qingman, that foolish maid, who didn't even know that she possessed a sacred weapon and a military token.
She was just a maid, and she only went on a short trip, yet she was able to obtain such a treasure.
When she gets back, she might foolishly return it.
If it were me following Su Yun, all those treasures would belong to me!
Xiao Qingchen felt an indescribable sense of loss; he had a feeling that everything was over.
The Black Stone Demon couldn't do anything to Su Yun, so he must have some kind of extraordinary treasure.
It can either protect you or reduce your strength.
He clenched his fist tightly: "All the opportunities should have been mine..."
Wow!
Upon seeing the suddenly appearing general, Venerable Blood River knew that all was lost.
"The people of Tianyuan Realm are indeed not to be underestimated."
"Without an emperor, such cunning has been cultivated."
"I admire you, I'll take my leave!"
Wow!
Without hesitation, the Blood River Venerable retreated along the original path.
Upon seeing so many generals, King Mochen was momentarily stunned: "Your Majesty, this..."
"You...your armor is the same as theirs?"
"Your Majesty, do you truly control this realm, or..."
His eyes widened as he spoke, his mouth growing increasingly bitter: "Or... do they control you?!"
Xiao Qingchen wore military armor, which was of the same origin as the golden armor worn by those generals.
Because of his lower rank and fewer soldiers under his command, he wore armor of a lower rank.
Mo Chen Wang isn't stupid; with a comparison, he would immediately realize that Xiao Qingchen was actually working under this group!
The mighty Emperor has been controlled!
Xiao Qingchen's face darkened: "This has nothing to do with you. You only need to obey my orders."
He doesn't need to be treated with special courtesy if he's not bound to the Immortal Servant Talisman.
Mo Chenwang gave a bitter smile: "So what Xuehe said was right, Your Majesty... you never intended to give me that great emperor's opportunity."
No wonder Blood River Venerable, who risked going to the Heavenly Origin Realm in the early stages, chose to betray them.
And yet, he himself was being used as a pawn, foolishly fighting against them.
Now I've gained nothing but injuries.
Being so thoroughly crushed by the Great Sage, it would probably take him more than ten years to heal himself.
Mo Chenwang glanced at the imperial coffin, then at the peculiar child.
Finally, filled with hatred and disappointment, he glanced at Xiao Qingchen.
He shook his head, suddenly rushed out, crashed into the broken part of the main hall, and retreated.
boom!
The main hall's supports finally collapsed upon impact.
The vast, boundless dome began to collapse, and the scenery inside and outside finally connected.
General Jinghai and others then realized just how dire the situation was.
There were actually two saints inside just now.
A cloud of black mist began to dissipate outside; he could barely be considered a saint.
Above, a sage, a cultivator of the Flame Dao who could melt all things and fiercely suppress the God of War, stood.
There was another being who hadn't yet made a move, but was constantly tearing through space and blocking the outside world—a saint.
There were five saints in total, how terrifying!
Duke Jinghai dared not confront the Sage head-on, but he could bully the weaker ones.
"You audacious villain, take this!"
The generals led their soldiers and charged suddenly toward the supreme expert who was covered in wounds.
These powerful individuals had already exhausted their spiritual energy and were at their last gasp.
Upon seeing the overwhelming military might, they immediately complained bitterly, as they were easily suppressed and sealed away.
Outside, the black mist continued to dissipate, emitting a bewildered sound: "No... what's going on? My essence is being lost."
"I'm dead? My original body is dead?"
The black mist was incredulous. Who could have killed him? What had happened in the mausoleum?
Just like last time in Qiandu, his thoughts could communicate, but under a stronger obstruction, the connection was severed.
It wasn't until his very essence began to dissipate and his body slowly died that he realized—he was dead!
Zhou Baijing's face was grim: "We failed."
The battle inside the mausoleum ended, and the Great Qian people took control of the situation.
There was a strange animal on the emperor's coffin, but he could no longer get close to it.
The Black Mist Saint dissipated, leaving only the Flaming Sun Goddess with fighting power.
There's no point in dragging this out any longer.
"Lord Lingxu, take us away!" Zhou Baijing shouted.
Lingxu Saint Monarch maintained the spatial rift, preventing powerful figures from the Great Qian Dynasty from getting close.
He frowned, dissatisfied that the trip had yielded nothing.
But now everyone understands that the situation has changed.
Something happened in the mausoleum that caused several saints to leave or disappear.
Now we have no choice but to retreat.
Buzz!
With a gentle tap, the half-saints vanished without a trace.
He is skilled in spatial laws, so he is not worried about the current situation at all.
Even the cunning supervisor couldn't stop him.
“And that person!” Zhou Baijing pointed.
Lin Ying'er and her apprentice must be taken away!
Zhou Baijing was furious; this woman had caused Hongxingya a great loss.
But the fact that she got every question wrong actually proved that she knew the correct answers.
For other opportunities, I have to take it with me no matter what.
With a gentle tap, Lingxu Saint Lord sent Lin Ying'er vanishing in a streak of light.
He exchanged a glance with the Goddess of the Blazing Sun; it was time for them to leave.
At this moment, Luo Hanjiang also stopped.
Everyone knows that if a sage wants to leave, it's virtually impossible to stop him, especially someone who has mastered the laws of space.
Zhou Baijing suddenly gritted his teeth: "Do me one more favor, kill someone!"
He pointed his finger: "That child cannot be left to the Great Qian!"
This child's talent is far too great; if left in the Great Qian Dynasty, he will surely become a future problem!
Immediately, everyone's expression changed.
Lingxu Saint Lord glanced at it without showing the slightest hesitation.
He was most adept at spatial manipulation; with a casual flick of his wrist, he created a rift, bypassed the crowd's protection, and landed beside Su Yun.
Luo Hanjiang's spear flashed like a dragon as he charged forward.
Lingxu Saint Lord showed no intention of dodging; this ample time was more than enough for him to kill the child a thousand times over.
The Great Path of Space is indeed unpredictable and dangerous.
He said arrogantly, "Next time, be lucky and don't run into me again."
Then, with a light tap of his finger, a streak of light fell down before everyone's eyes.
hum-
A mature voice rang out: "Be lucky next time, and don't run into me again."