Zuo Xiaoluo also did not order a pursuit, still concentrating on arranging a bloody heart.
The Imperial Guard in the camp looked at each other in dismay.
Several of them began to avoid Zuo Xiaoluo's gaze.
Apparently frightened by her earlier actions.
Once the final gap was filled, Zuo Xiaoluo let out a long sigh, contentedly looking at her masterpiece, preparing to give it to Zhao Yi after the battle.
At this moment, an elderly figure, leaning on a cane, slowly emerged from the shadows of the valley.
Zuo Xiaoluo suddenly looked up.
Seeing the old figure, her face showed a serious expression for the first time.
"Tier Nine Saint King Realm?"
With these words, all the Imperial Guard in the camp changed color instantly.
The old man's left foot was not well, so he walked with a limp, hobbling along.
He looked at the bloody scene on the high platform, his brows furrowed: "Such a vicious girl! It's one thing to kill, but why such humiliation to my disciple's corpse?"
The old man sighed, raised his cane, and pointed towards Zuo Xiaoluo.
Zuo Xiaoluo only felt the air around her suddenly drawn away, her body almost bursting.
Zuo Xiaoluo's expression changed.
"So this is Tier Nine Saint King Realm, truly formidable!"
Then, her wrist moved slightly, and with a gentle swipe of the kitchen knife in her hand, she easily broke the old man's confinement.
Huh?
The old man let out a surprised sound.
Although he had only used three-tenths of his power in the attack, it was not something that someone in the Tier Eight Ascension Realm could break through.
"Not bad, young lass!"
The old man's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, then he regretfully shook his head: "Pity, you are just a dog of the Zhao clan, I must leave you here."
After speaking, he raised his cane once again.
Zuo Xiaoluo, with a solemn expression, raised her knife to prepare for battle.
At this moment.
An ethereal voice suddenly came from the void.
"Who am I?"
These words immediately brought a look of confusion to everyone's faces.
As if their souls had been seized in an instant.
Lost, they even forgot who they were!
The old man was the quickest to regain clarity.
He raised his cane, his expression serious, his tone filled with hatred and unease.
"Mad and deranged, stealing souls!"
"Which lunatic from the Zhao clan is here?"
"Hiding in the shadows, do you dare not show yourself?"
The old man's voice was loud.
It seemed like a vent of furious curse, but also as if to bolster his courage.
Influenced by the old man, both Zuo Xiaoluo and Miaoyin quickly sobered up.
Miaoyin was quicker to clarity than the Black Flood Dragon.
Taking advantage of the Black Flood Dragon's unawareness, she raised her hand and directly broke its giant tail with a strike!
The Black Flood Dragon let out a miserable cry, instantly awakening, plunged into the river with a splash, and disappeared in an instant.
Miaoyin did not concern herself with it.
She looked toward the camp, urgently shouting: "General Zuo, it's Prince Zhi who's here! His obsession with seeking the ultimate truth of the universe drove him mad, forgetting who he is! Quickly seal everyone's six senses; do not listen to his voice, or you'll lose yourself completely! If someone cannot seal them, knock them out immediately! Hurry, it might soon be too late!"
Zuo Xiaoluo acted with extreme decisiveness.
After Miaoyin's words, she didn't hesitate, her aura violently erupting, knocking all the Imperial Guard in the camp unconscious.
Then, in a flash, Zuo Xiaoluo appeared by Zhao Yi's side.
Standing on tiptoe, she gently covered his ears with her fair little hands.
The little poison blinked.
Seeing Zuo Xiaoluo looking at her, she gestured that she understood.
Then, swiftly turning around, she rammed her head into the carriage frame.
Bam!
She passed out cold!
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