Published: March 8, 2025
The fierce wind howled, rushing towards Mo Tianji and Gu Duxing's hearts!
If this strike landed, it would undoubtedly shatter their hearts!
Mo Tianji smiled faintly, exchanging a glance with Gu Duxing. In their final moments, they saw regret in each other's eyes!
Unfortunately, they ultimately failed to fulfill the promise to their boss!
They were supposed to accompany the boss, Dance of the Wind and Clouds, Ling Tian, and Proud World of Nine Heavens!
But today, they had no choice but to express their regret.
Yet, at this moment of certain death, both felt regret in their hearts, but no remorse.
They looked at each other and smiled faintly, closing their eyes in unison. Their faces were calm!
Brother, let us meet again in the next life! Together we will laugh proudly in the Nine Heavens!
Take care, boss!
Brothers, take care!
……
At the moment Lan Buhui made his move, his feelings were extremely complex. It was hard to tell if it was pity, respect, or something else. In any case, this strike was purely a manifestation of power, devoid of any killing intent!
Just as his words fell, a streak of sword light flashed like a shooting star, and a voice calmly said, “If you want to kill my brother, you’re not worthy!”
As the voice echoed, a sword light like a silver dragon turned in midair, completely intercepting Lan Buhui’s palm wind! Then, a sharp and piercing sword aura suddenly filled the entire space and sky!
Gu Duxing’s black dragon sword let out a resounding sound, automatically unsheathing half a foot, exuding an excited sword intent!
Supreme of Swords!
A figure descended with the sword light, quietly landing in front of Lan Buhui, holding a long sword that shimmered like autumn water.
The tall and elegant figure stood like an indestructible mountain, shielding Gu Duxing and Mo Tianji behind him!
Mo Tianji and Gu Duxing suddenly opened their eyes, filled with astonishment.
In that instant, their hearts felt at peace!
The boss has arrived!
We don’t have to die!
Although Chu Yang’s cultivation level was clearly much weaker than Lan Buhui's, at this moment, both men had a similar thought arise in their hearts. It seemed that as long as this figure was present, their brotherhood would be unbreakable!
Even if the sky fell, they could hold it up!
If you want to kill my brother, you’re not worthy!
This was what their boss said.
Ninth rank supreme. Not worthy! A gleam of light flashed in both pairs of eyes. Yes, you are not worthy! Even if you are… ninth rank supreme!
Lan Buhui retracted his hand, stepping back three paces, filled with intense anger as he said, “It’s you!”
“It is me!” the person snorted.
“Turns out it’s you! You are the nine calamity sword master!” Lan Buhui's killing intent suddenly surged.
Before him stood a person wearing a grotesque golden mask!
Lan Buhui had a vivid memory of this mask!
The extremely ugly ninth rank supreme who invaded the Lan family was this golden mask, just one sentence from it had taken lives!
So this is the nine calamity sword master!
“I am the nine calamity sword master... Is that so strange?” The golden-masked Chu Yang smiled coldly, “However, it’s too late for you to know now!”
“Late?” Lan Buhui let out a loud laugh, “Just because of your supreme third tier cultivation level? Don’t you find that ridiculous?”
Chu Yang didn’t make a move, so Lan Buhui couldn’t gauge his cultivation level, but just now, when Chu Yang struck, it immediately revealed all of Lan Buhui's strength.
So this bastard is only at the supreme third tier!
“Lan Buhui, dare you engage in a life-and-death battle with me?” A different voice came from behind Lan Buhui.
This voice was incredibly unpleasant, sounding like a duck with a sore throat, mixed with a mouthful of sand, making it grating to hear...
Anyone would feel their hair stand on end upon hearing it.
Lan Buhui was absolutely familiar with this voice.
Turning around like a whirlwind, he saw a person behind him.
This person had one eyebrow raised to the heavens and another drooping to the ground; one eye wide open while the other squinted; one ear pointed as if catching wind while the other was almost flat against his head.