Chapter 133: The Dead End

“Luo Hao, where do you think you’re going!”

Just as Luo Hao, dragging his broken body, was about to leave, a thunderous shout rang out. At last, someone in the crowd could no longer restrain himself and made a move.

Whoosh!

An arrow of light shot forth, tearing through the void and flying straight toward Luo Hao’s chest. Danger descended. A murderous glint flashed in Luo Hao’s eyes. He turned with difficulty, then thrust out a bloodstained palm and seized at the incoming arrow.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out. The arrow shattered, while the bones in Luo Hao’s hand split open. His entire body was sent flying hundreds of meters, blood continuously spilling from his mouth as the cracks across his body rapidly spread, as though he might disintegrate the very next moment.

“Everyone, this is our chance!”

“As expected…”

Seeing that her support had arrived, Wang Yilin hurried over to Old Eagle’s side and pointed at Du Hao.

Black Star arrived as well. After hearing Jian Yang’s words, she frowned and sniffed around, yet detected no scent other than theirs.

And yet Du Hao was clearly standing at the mouth of the tiger’s den, but he appeared completely unaffected by the pressure of their combined presence.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples surrounding them were all silent as cicadas in winter. Their uncles and elders, normally so powerful that they seemed beyond imagination, could not withstand more than a few exchanges before this young man. Just moments ago, they had thought he would die miserably beneath the Seven-Star Sword Formation. What they were witnessing now, however, was an arrogant and invincible young man.

As the sound of the bicycle drew nearer, Li Xiuxiu grew exceedingly nervous. She did not dare move an inch, staring wide-eyed through the gaps between the branches and weeds at the road leading to Shamao Village.

Bei Shanheng furrowed his brow. If he had not encountered Gongsun Mu here and learned the whole story, then after returning home and quarreling with his mother, this marriage would certainly have suffered further complications.

“Jian Yang and I are both sorcerers. There is a kind of witch insect on this island that every sorcerer yearns for. That is why I came here,” Huo Bi said.

Just make up some excuse. As long as they stopped bothering him, that would be enough. He still wanted to reminisce with Classmate Wang. These two third wheels were truly annoying.

“Boss, when Old Yao comes back, give him the money on this table.” There was some money that Constable Lei would never take.

Thus, the two of them were happy to enjoy some leisure and began discussing at home how to assist Luo Wen in rescuing Black Star.

Of course, Augustine came out as well. Although he was only at the eighteenth level of the Great Dao, his talent was extraordinary, which was why he had been made patriarch of the vampires. There were many cultivators among the vampire families, but how could cultivators at that level have the time to serve as patriarchs?

“Thank you for your concern. Even if I bleed myself dry, I will still see how you are beaten into a dog and sent rolling off this platform! A piece of trash like you has actually made it into the final four. That is an insult to our Everlasting Sect and the greatest desecration of the cultivation world of the Immortal Fate Continent!” Shen Xuyi declared with righteous indignation.

Li Fei smiled and saluted Lao Dan, then lowered his eyes. Lao Dan thought highly of him and nodded inwardly.

“Why not give it to them… Brother Ye, we can always find another opportunity in the future,” Liang Hongzhuang said hesitantly.

At the end of this sentence, Walter Xie raised two fingers in a gesture. Faced with this sudden bit of mischief from their homeroom teacher, many students from Class One could not help laughing knowingly.

In truth, Li Fei had sensed below that Xuanxuan was about to strike. Each time he evaded her sword, he passed within a mere inch of its edge.

His elder brother, Fang Baoliang, had gone out with everyone else the day before yesterday, carrying several wild-animal carcasses and sailing a fishing boat to another place to sell them.

A scattering spray of sword blossoms flew toward Wuji. An explosive roar rang through the air.

Boom!

Wuji sneered. “I know this move too.”

Thud… thud… thud…

Their strength grew greater and greater, and the wall’s agonized groans grew louder and louder. The sound made her want to flee, yet her feet seemed nailed to the ground and could not move at all. Clutching her head, she struggled amid the people’s increasingly vicious curses.

“Why did you suddenly ask about that?” Duanmu Xi set down the potato in his hand and looked up at her in confusion.

The deep-blue divinity of the Drowning God was as faint as an inconspicuous flame burning at the tip of a slender candle. It had been kindled on the tip of Lan Li’s right index finger, wavering slightly beneath his gaze.