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Ared vine pierced through the air, heading straight towards Zhao Fengxian.
It was extremely fast and the angle was extremely tricky.
Although Zhao Fengxian, who was caught off guard, was alarmed and moved immediately, his left arm was still penetrated.
Pu!
Fresh blood spurted out.
The corporeal red vine took root on his left arm and quickly sprouted. Red-brown spots spread up and down his arm.
Roar!
The furious Zhao Fengxian let out a low roar as the hammer in his hand smashed down fiercely, breaking the red vine.
Then, his entire left arm bloomed with golden light, covering everything from his fingertips to his shoulders.
Boom!
Zhao Fengxian released his aura to the maximum. A terrifying might detonated the air, producing a visible shockwave that swept through the fifth level.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Everywhere it passed, dull explosions resounded.
Half of them were released when Su Jingxing, Pu Mingyue, Bu Qing, and the others blocked the shockwave.
Half of it when a silvery-white energy barrier centered around Yue Dongliu’s body with a radius of ten meters suddenly appeared and blocked the shockwave. The two collided and produced a series of loud bangs.
At the same time, a huge round moon emerged from the top of Yue Dongliu’s head and floated in midair, illuminating most of the underground space as if it was daytime.
Zhao Fengxian, who was brandishing his Martial Art True Intent hammer, and Xia Zhilan, who was controlling her red vines to block and retreat, were clearly exposed under the silver moonlight.
As the crowd watched in shock, disbelief covered their faces.
Xia Zhilan!
The person who had ambushed Zhao Fengxian, striking his heart with the Martial Art True Intent of the red vines and only hitting his left arm because he dodged in time was actually Xia Zhilan!
Didn’t the Crimson Moon Martial Sage not leave behind any legacy?
There were no treasures either.
‘Why was Xia Zhilan ambushing Zhao Fengxian now?
“Is there a grudge between them?” murmured Lu Wuchang.
As he spoke, he subconsciously moved away from Pu Mingyue.
Previously, Pu Mingyue and Xia Zhilan seemed like they were as close as sisters.
Who knew if Pu Mingyue would suddenly go crazy after Xia Zhilan’s surprise attack.
Pu Mingyue naturally knew this. With a cold expression, she gritted her teeth and said, “I have nothing to do with her!”
“That’s for the best.”
Gu Zhanlin shouted coldly, “Old Fan, keep an eye on her. I’ll go help the General.”
With that, Gu Zhanlin charged towards Zhao Fengxian and Xia Zhilan at lightning speed.
Even though Zhao Fengxian, who had lost the use of an arm, still had Xia Zhilan retreating, he couldn’t kill her immediately.
This was Xia Zhilan’s red vines were poisonous!
At this moment, the poison was constantly corroding his left arm and leaving his shoulder to rush towards his neck.
Half of Zhao Fengxian’s energy was channeled into circulating his true essence. He focused his attention and gathered his soul power to resist the poison.
That’s right, the red vine poison also had the ability to corrode the soul.
No one knew this trait before.
Zhao Fengxian had known Xia Zhilan for more than ten years, and he had never thought that she would attack him.
Because of this, Zhao Fengxian was filled with rage.
The Martial Art True Intent hammer swung harder and harder each time.
However, he couldn’t use his full strength. Coupled with Xia Zhilan’s agile and elegant movement technique, she dodged again and again.
Gu Zhanlin chased over and blocked Xia Zhilan’s escape route.
Roar!
The gray leopard grew bigger. With a roar, it released its pressure and enveloped Xia Zhilan, pinning her to the ground.
“Die!”
Zhao Fengxian growled and leaped up. The Martial Art True Intent hammer in his hand smashed towards Xia Zhilan’s head.
Buzz!
The air trembled.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
‘The sound of rushing wind suddenly sounded.
Swish!
A mental arrow pierced through the air and attacked Zhao Fengxian, who was smashing down with his hammer.
The cold killing intent carried an eerie chill. Just by approaching, one could not help but shiver.
Even someone as powerful as Zhao Fengxian was forced to change the target of the hammer in his hand.
With a turn, his hammer moved upward. It left Xia Zhilan’s head and ruthlessly smashed the mental arrow that had come close.
Bam!
Amidst the thunderous explosion, a ball of white light bloomed in the air.
An invisible but substantial mental shockwave pushed Zhao Fengxian backward.
Gu Zhanlin, who had pinned Xia Zhilan down, had no choice but to ride his gray leopard and dodge quickly.
Swish! Swish!
The sound of rushing wind approached.
More than ten black-robed figures arrived beside Xia Zhilan and gathered together. They escorted a tall and thin man towards the center.
“Hahaha, we have troubled all of you to scout the way for us. Now that the mission is completed, you can go home. We will personally visit and thank you for this great favor in a while.”
As the lanky man spoke, he approached Yue Dongliu’s body.
“Stop right there!”
Riding on the gray leopard, Gu Zhanlin blocked the way and shouted, “Who are you people!”
Zhao Fengxian said nothing. He only stared at the thin man with a solemn expression.
Among this group of people, only the tall and thin man gave him a faint sense of threat.
First-grade!
The tall and thin man was a first-grade martial artist.
‘There were more than ten people following behind him. Even though their auras were different, their suppression was not weak. All of them were experts in the top ranks.
They were either in the second-grade or third-grade.
With a first-grade martial artist as the leader, and a dozen others in the top ranks. How could ordinary factions possess such strength!
“Ghost Ride?”
Fan Qi’s gaze flickered as he stared at a tall figure beside Xia Zhilan. He shouted in a low voice, “General, they’re from Ghost Ride!”
“Ghost Ride? Lass Xia joined the Ghost Ride organization?” Huang Xinghai’s face darkened.
Pu Mingyue’s expression was also ugly. “I didn’t expect you to join Ghost Ride, Lanlan.”
Xia Zhilan was expressionless as she ignored Huang Xinghai and Pu Mingyue’s comments.
Bu Qing gripped his spear tightly and stared fixedly at a short and fat figure.
“I knew the Ghost Ride wouldn’t be willing to wait.”
Lu Wuchang cursed softly.
He moved his feet and approached Pu Mingyue and Huang Xinghai.
The moment Ghost Ride’s members arrived, the nine of them… No, the eight of them had subconsciously gathered together to confront the dozen or so people on Ghost Ride’s side.
‘When competing for the Martial Sage’s legacy, they were rivals.
However, when facing a powerful enemy, they instinctively teamed up.
Su Jingxing’s heart tensed up immediately and he stood ready.
Ghost Ride had mobilized a dozen people in the top ranks, and they were led by a first-grade martial artist.
Their motives were clearly not simple.
Xia Zhilan’s sneak attack on Zhao Fengxian was clearly to reduce their risk.
“The legacy is fake. What are you doing here?”
Zhao Fengxian warned in a low voice.
“Fake? Of course it’s fake!”
The tall and thin man laughed heartily. “Because Yue Dongliu did not leave behind any legacy at all! The so-called legacy stone tablets are only three keys, the key to opening the underground palace!
“You all have helped us greatly by successfully opening and entering this place.
“To express my gratitude, I sincerely urge my friends to leave quickly and hide as far away as possible.”
“If you don’t leave now, stay. Stay here forever!”
“What are you doing?” growled Zhao Fengxian.
No one was a fool. Given the lanky man’s words, there was clearly a problem, a big problem.
Leave?
“Could it be…”
