Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 870 - 369: The Ruthless King Qin and "So It’s You..." (Part 4)
"No way, what use do you have for it? You're not a supervisor of the Observatory!"
"Your Highness, since I've taken it out, naturally I can use it..." Before Song Zhong finished speaking, Dongfang Xinglan had arrived in an instant. She stood expressionlessly on the horse's head, held the long bamboo flute with a slight exertion of her palm, and the flute broke into two pieces.
Dongfang Xingshu's mouth twitched, she really wanted to chop up Song Zhong and feed him to the dogs.
If you can use it, why didn't you quietly use it, instead of babbling to Dongfang Xinglan?
You call yourself a Martial Saint and a Commander of the Jinyi Guard, and now you died from talking too much?
At this moment, Dongfang Xinglan pierced forward with her sword, but Song Zhong's expression, though fearful, was not panicked.
"Your Highness, you've been deceived!"
As the flute sound echoed from outside the Illusion Realm, Dongfang Xinglan endured the sudden pain, withdrew swiftly, and gained some distance.
Song Zhong also let out a breath of relief, finally arriving.
The piercing pain spread throughout her body, resonating with her core. Despite the Vigorous Force being vast, it couldn't suppress the 'Everlasting Song' against the Eastern Royal Family deployed by the Observatory.
Dongfang Xinglan's hand holding the sword trembled. Cold sweat mixed with rain slid down her face, her vision blurred due to the widespread pain, as if she might faint the next second.
Involuntarily, she braced herself with her sword, kneeling on one knee.
The chaotic Vigorous Force couldn't ignore the annihilating and absorbing power emitted by the purple flower; all senses seemed to vanish.
"Huff... huff..."
Dongfang Xinglan breathed heavily, refrained from making a sound, feeling her vision darkening, she suddenly pressed her lips tightly.
She raised her right hand holding the sword.
"Kill her!" Song Zhong shouted lowly. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The remaining three Martial Saints unleashed all their power and charged.
Dongfang Xinglan thrust the sword tip directly into her thigh and twisted it, blood spurting, the metallic odor spreading.
However, her vision cleared up.
Behind her, a Female Martial Saint with only one arm held a curved blade, slicing toward Dongfang Xinglan's neck.
Martial Saints from the Jiuli Dynasty cast spells, while another Martial Saint flung a flying knife.
Time seemed to freeze.
"A bunch of mongrels, die by the hands of this king!"
Dongfang Xinglan drew the Qin King Sword, Vigorous Force surged.
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"Hyah, hyah hyah..."
Amidst the torrential rain, hoofbeats thundered, splattering mud everywhere.
Boom──
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Lu Jin'an, wearing a bamboo hat and a cloak, suddenly pulled the reins: "Whoa──"
"Master?" Nestled under Lu Jin'an's cloak, Zhiyu peered out curiously, looking up at Lu Jin'an.
"This flute sound..."
Lu Jin'an's expression darkened slightly, he suddenly picked up Zhiyu, moving swiftly like a dragon, disappearing in an instant.
Iron Hoof Cloud hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly sped off, galloping with a seemingly disjointed rhythm.
Dragon Valley Ridge.
Carrying Zhiyu with one hand, Lu Jin'an swiftly reached mid-mountain at a speed invisible to the eye, leaped up, sighting three Female Supervisors from the Observatory dressed in black cloud-patterned robes, playing the flute.
"Someone's coming..."
One of the Female Supervisors saw the mask reminiscent of an Asura, her face changed, but before she could speak, Lu Jin'an descended directly with a slap.
The wind roared, all the raindrops turned into the sharpest blades, piercing the three Female Supervisors of the Observatory into sieves.
Blood stained the ground, Lu Jin'an swung around, darting toward the outskirts of Dragon Valley Ridge.
Though nothing was visible in his sight, he knew what it was.
'Barrier...'
The muddy sound continued endlessly, Lu Jin'an, holding Zhiyu, leaped again, his body descending while another palm struck directly at the top of the barrier.
The fluttering black garments rustled, and amid the swirling robe's hem, with one palm, the rain curtain dissipated into nothingness, the earth trembled, the barrier abruptly shattered, the invisible wind swept outward in all directions.
Inside the Illusion Realm, Dongfang Xinglan bent over, propped her sword, breathing heavily, surrounded by bodies.
A wound on her back, left shoulder blade pierced by a spear tip, yet in this moment within the Illusion Realm, only she remained standing.
Crushed beneath a dead warhorse, Song Zhong retched blood, eyes wide open, disbelief etched on his face as he looked at Dongfang Xinglan.
He never expected Dongfang Xinglan to be so ruthless under the 'Everlasting Song'.
Ruthless to others, even more so to herself.
Every act, whether her own sword stabbed into her thigh or the knife wound on her back or spear wound on her shoulder blade, were intentionally endured.
The goal was to maintain clarity.
Song Zhong raised his hand, but having been pierced along with his horse by Dongfang Xinglan, he had no life left.
Dongfang Xinglan took a deep breath, suddenly held it, the sound and astonishing force from above as the Illusion Realm shattered helped her endure her injuries, raising her hand, a spear falling into her grip.
Boom!
Vigorous Force swept again, she aimed the spear directly upward, the dazzling spear light sharp as a dragon.
In mid-air, Lu Jin'an's pupils contracted, does the Eastern Dynasty have a Martial Saint in the Tribulation Crossing Realm?
As he twisted his waist to dodge this spear, Lu Jin'an countered by kicking the spear handle aside.
In the instant of landing, first came a sudden punch, followed by the sharp spear tip.
Lu Jin'an, seizing the chance, placed Zhiyu aside, his left hand reaching out to clasp the incoming fist, right hand wielding the Netherworld Validation, simultaneously thrusting.
The next moment, his eyes froze, the sword blade paused at Dongfang Xinglan's neck.
Simultaneously, the Qin King Sword's tip in Dongfang Xinglan's hand halted, an inch away from Lu Jin'an's neck.
"It's you..."
Dongfang Xinglan's body swayed, the Qin King Sword in her hand dropped, her body fell directly into Lu Jin'an's embrace.
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Author (author): Still owe 118,000 words.
