At this moment, the world in Deng Yutang's eyes seemed like a slow-motion scene.

Deng Yuxiang, coughing up blood.

The Night-slaying Great Saber, desperately pushing its master, trying to flee.

And the plummeting North Wind Divine Blade...

Deng Yutang was distraught, his body weakening.

Am I going to die?

Is my kin going to perish under this blade?

Bai Manni clutched her boyfriend tightly, eyes closed, not daring to watch.

"Lu..." Hu Jiaojiao stepped forward, her expression a mix of fear and joy.

For a moment, she truly thought it was time to collect her best friend's body.

Outmatched in skill, nothing much to say.

But Hu Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling sorrow, even a trace of resentment.

Why?

Why fight to the last breath, why not surrender?

Her grandfather had just said: In this world, there always are those who would rather die than submit.

Why bother?

Is anything really that important compared to life?

Really that... sigh, perhaps.

Da Xia, having faced hardships, stands steadfast even now because of armies of those "who would rather die than submit."

The resplendent camellias, after all, went nobly into battle, proudly blooming until their final chapter.

Fortunately, he was there.

He said she wouldn't die.

Wouldn't die...

"Ah!!"

"Who is that?"

"That is..." From everywhere in the Cedar Forest, startled cries were heard.

Including Hu Jiaojiao, many North Wind Believers saw that speeding figure darting by.

Was that an Immortal Hoof?

A Believer of the Immortal Sheep?

So fast,

Dreadfully fast!

Fast enough to snatch a life straight from the hands of Death under the rapid slash of the North Wind Divine Blade!

The Divine Weapon, Night-slaying Great Saber, just a second ago was frantic, near despair.

In the next second, it was hit by a tremendous force!

A figure embraced its master, with both the person and the blade, rushing in a different direction.

While overhead, the North Wind Divine Blade, constantly adjusting its angle, sharply chopped down on the ground!

"Boom!"

The earth shook and the mountains trembled!

Fierce gales, along with frost and snow, surged chaotically in both directions.

"Whoosh!"

Under the terrifying gales, pine trees were snapped, their cracking sounds never ceasing.

Just one slash!

The earth was cleaved open, the spectacle so grand it was like a chasm created by the heavens.

On either side of the chasm, the pine forest was flattened!

North Wind disciples were tossed about, their screams echoing continuously.

There was a problem!

Lu Ran was just beside the chasm.

Yet he was only holding the "blood person" in his arms, staggering about and had not been thrown away.

This...?

In the Snow Forest, the elder beside Hu Jiaojiao closed his eyes, listening intently.

He furrowed his brow slightly, barely perceptible.

Meanwhile, up in the sky.

"You!!" Liao Wushuang's eyes widened in shock!

At the last moment, by relying on absolute strength and the help of the Divine Weapon, she moved sideways over ten meters, dodging Deng Yuxiang's North Wind Divine Blade.

As for being controlled by the tornado...

It was less of Liao Wushuang being imprisoned by the storm, and more of her going with the flow, luring the enemy into attacking.

Even the Night-slaying Great Saber could carry Deng Yuxiang and lunge several meters inside the tornado.

Naturally, Liao Wushuang's Divine Weapon could do it even more effortlessly.

But what surprised her was that someone dared to wreck havoc, to interfere?

Liao Wushuang had been watching Deng Yuxiang being severely injured, finally about to meet her end...

And now, Deng Yuxiang was saved?

"You've got some nerve!"

Fury filled Liao Wushuang's eyes!

She clenched her ring-handled saber, slashing fiercely!

Divine Weapon Domain, activate!

"Zing! Zing!"

"Zing..."

Below, at the Martial Arts Arena, beside the North Wind Divine Blade.

Countless sword energies appeared out of nowhere, tearing wildly.

Lu Ran, with immortal fog swirling underfoot, moved swiftly, rushing and stopping abruptly.

He held the "blood person" in one arm, retreating and advancing, rocking from side to side.

Sword energies came at him from every direction.

Surrounded within the Domain, the young man was quickly moving away from the center.

But Lu Ran, burdened with another person in the intense energy of the Divine Weapon Domain, couldn't possibly remain unscathed.

He often had to shield them with his body!

Every unavoidable sword energy, he bore it himself.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..."

The sounds of the blade being torn apart resounded.

The Night-slaying Great Saber was 2.8 meters long; it had a large surface area to be attacked.

Any contact from the sword energies sent it flying chaotically.

"Night, Night-slaying..." Deng Yuxiang's eyes brimmed with tears.

Tears cleansed her bloodstained face.

"Crack! Crack!"

The Night-slaying Great Saber, buffeted about and slashed repeatedly by the sword energies, fractured into pieces.

"Huff~"

Suddenly, the Night-Slaying Blade Spirit emerged.

She bore a similar visage to Deng Yuxiang and gazed at her master's silhouette, a smile on her face.

As though... a smile of relief.

This battle was never decided by Deng Yuxiang alone.

Facing the challenge,

The Night-Slaying Blade Spirit was far more tenacious than Deng Yuxiang!

Now...

Having fought with her life, let it be.

"Night-slay... pfff..." Deng Yuxiang coughed up blood, staining Lu Ran's shoulder.

"Crack!!"

The Night-slaying Great Saber, covered with crack marks, was severed by a blast of sword energy.

The spiritual link between the Divine Weapon and the master, mystically shattered.

Deng Yuxiang's gaze dulled, as she let herself be held by Lu Ran, making erratic moves.

"Snap" went a crisp sound.

Lu Ran suddenly surged forward over ten meters, audaciously grabbing the hilt of the Night-cutting Blade.

To be precise,

It was a broken blade.

The hilt was cut off by almost half, and the remaining small piece of the blade, covered with cracks.

"Zap!"

Lu Ran paid the price for his rash action!

His sleeve was torn in an instant, and his forearm suffered a slash wound.

The water flow armor on Lu Ran, after being damaged and shattered, naturally took some time to regather.

"Stop! Cease the fight!!" Hu Jiaojiao shouted loudly, "Someone broke the rules!

Senior Liao, please stop!"

Stop?

Liao Wushuang's face darkened to the utmost.

You want me to stop?

As long as Deng Yuxiang remains alive, I can't rest easy!

And that person who suddenly appeared, trying to save her, no matter who you are, you are dead meat!

You want to save someone from under my blade?

How audacious!

Then you shall join her in death!

"Whoosh!!"

Liao Wushuang not only didn't stop but put even more strength into her move.

With an outstretched hand, a tornado was flung directly below Lu Ran's feet.

Hu Jiaojiao's face froze!

Keep in mind, the Divine Weapon Domain was still active.

Lu Ran, dodging the dense sword energies while holding Deng Yuxiang, was already a hair's breadth from death.

Now, Liao Wushuang released another tornado?!

In such a fearsome gale, how could Lu Ran maintain his stance?

A single misstep, a tiny mistake, would spell doom!

"Hisss..."

"Senior Liao is really furious, she's going all out now!"

"Not holding back at all, planning to take them both down."

"Heh, why should she spare them? It's that person who broke the rules first, disrupting the life and death battle. If you dare enter the fray, you should be ready to face the consequences!"

"Is this Immortal Sheep Believer... Lu Ran by any chance?"

"Must be! Besides Da Xia's genius, what other Believer of the Immortal Sheep could do such a thing?"

"Shit, can't be Lu Ran, right?"

"Ah??"

A group of North Wind Disciples was uncertain because the Martial Arts Arena was in utter chaos.

The previously fallen North Wind Divine Blade had whipped up fierce gales.

Though the snow on the ground was blown away, dust and debris muddied the air even more.

With their sight impeded, the North Wind Disciples had to rely on listening.

But as they listened, something felt off.

"Grandfather!" Hu Jiaojiao hurriedly grabbed the elder's arm, "Quickly make Senior Liao stop, please take control of the situation!"

The City Lord of Hu brusquely raised his hand, silencing Hu Jiaojiao's words.

This high and mighty City Lord, who was always composed.

His expressionless face only showed a caring smile when facing his granddaughter.

And at this moment, the elder's face was stern, eyebrows tightly furrowed!

The City Lord tilted his head slightly, clearly straining to listen, as if trying to confirm something.

The City Lord, ever so dignified, wouldn't be disobeyed by his anxious granddaughter.

Hu Jiaojiao had to exert herself in casting a spell, likewise straining to listen.

In the next moment, Hu Jiaojiao's complexion changed completely!

This...?

What on earth is this?

Lu Ran was holding Deng Yuxiang, actually advancing step by step within Jiang Pin, North Wind Roar?!

Lu Ran wasn't blown away by the tornado or wrapped up in the gale, spinning uncontrollably.

Despite stumbling, he could still dodge the sword energies and walk out from the tornado!

Hu Jiaojiao was utterly stunned!

Liao Wushuang was also stunned!

All the slightly stronger North Wind disciples were dumbfounded.

Why?!

Even Jiang Realm Great Power, Deng Yuxiang, had to rely on the Divine Weapon's assistance, both the master and blade united, to break free from the tornado's control.

Why could this Immortal Sheep Believer do it?

Simply because...

Lu Ran is the Evil Demon Lord!

He commands a powerful Evil Sculpture—The Barbaric Woman.

Her Evil Technique, Wilderness Power!

This technique boosts the caster's strength, drawing it from the ground.

The Barbaric Clan is closely connected with the earth, countering many skills.

They fear neither lightning nor thunder,

And can stand firm and laugh amidst the roaring gales!

Remembering when Lu Ran first encountered the Barbaric Woman, he faced her along with the "blood person" in his arms.

That Barbaric Woman laughed loudly within the tornado cast by Deng Yuxiang.

If even a servant could be so brazen, what more the Evil Demon Lord?

If not for the fact that the Barbaric Woman's Evil Sculpture was currently River Realm, meaning she could only cast River Grade, Wilderness Power, Lu Ran wouldn't even stagger!

Of course, his ability to advance like this also had another two powerful supports!

Dawn Blade, Silent Night Blade!

Two Divine Weapons on either side of Lu Ran, moving with his thoughts, aiding their master to maintain his stance.

"Is it really Lu Ran?"

"Ah?"

"Da Xia's Heavenly Pride, Da Xia's number one Heavenly Pride!!"

"I said it, who else could showcase such splendor, to fish Senior Sister Deng from amongst blades and flames!"

"He... this, but he broke the rules!"

"Damn awesome! What the hell?"

"Shit! Divine Weapon Domain, on top of North Wind Roar, and he just broke out like that??"

"Stop it, Senior Liao, that's Lu Ran!"

As Lu Ran dodged sword energies and walked out of the tornado, the scene erupted into pandemonium.

Surprised cries burst forth.

Liao Wushuang's complexion turned particularly unsightly!

Lu Ran walked out?!

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, he did just that, came out unscathed!

At that moment, Lu Ran was still dodging sword energies!

However, he had already distanced himself from the center of the Divine Weapon Domain, where the number and frequency of sword energies greatly reduced.

That effortless figure, in stark contrast with his extremely disheveled appearance, seemed paradoxical.

Lu Ran held the "blood person" in his arms, covered in bloodstains.

His down jacket ragged, Lu Ran's body was riddled with blade wounds.

"Pause." The elder in the Snow Forest spoke calmly.

High above, Liao Wushuang held the ring-handled saber tight, her body shaking.

"Liao Wushuang." Again, the elder called in a low voice.

Suddenly,

The sword energies vanished, the fierce wind abated.

Lu Ran, covered in cuts, holding the blood-soaked Deng Yuxiang, came to a halt.

His right cheek bore a slash wound that revealed the white of his cheekbone.

Blood continued to pour out.

Within and outside the Martial Arts Arena, a hush fell.

Lu Ran's face expressionless, his left arm encircled Deng Yuxiang, supporting her neck with his palm, letting her face press into his shoulder.

In his right hand, he held a broken blade.

He slowly raised his right hand, using the back of his hand to wipe blood from his face:

"Lu Ran,

Pleased to meet all the senior members of the Human Clan!"

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