“Damn it, damn it, damn it!”
“Why?! Why?!”
Some of the ancient freaks could not accept this outcome. They were clearly about to win, clearly about to eliminate Long Zitian. Why had someone saved him?!
“There! There are still disciples of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect over there!”
Someone in the crowd shouted, spotting Gongyi Lingren and Wenren Jing, who were still bitterly resisting. It was as if they had found an outlet for their rage.
“Flame Breath!”
Yan Gong of Huoyun Mountain spoke, his words instantly manifesting as magic. Magic power gathered in his abdomen, and a scorching flame erupted from his mouth, sweeping toward the two without the slightest hesitation.
“Ah!”
The flames burned not only Gongyi Lingren and Wenren Jing, but also the ancient geniuses besieging them, as well as the contemporary cultivators who had set foot on the Dao Discussion Platform.
Yan Gong no longer distinguished between friend and foe.
“Yan Gong!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Son shouted in anger. However, Yan Gong showed absolutely no mercy. Runes of a secret technique swirled around his hands as he bellowed, “Flame Fist!” and unleashed a strike toward him.
The scorching flames closed in rapidly.
“Madman!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Son cursed. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, raising an ice mirror before him to block the scorching heat.
As the ice and fire clashed, thick white mist billowed up, obscuring their vision. Just as the Yinyang Valley Holy Son tried to use this moment to recover some of his strength, Yan Gong charged forward once more.
“Thousand Fire Incineration!”
Pillars of fire rose, bursting through the white mist. Yan Gong's entire body was cloaked in flames, his surrounding spiritual energy violently chaotic. He unleashed his malice in all directions, indiscriminately throwing fire.
Thousands of tiny sparks appeared around everyone, then expanded and exploded!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out across the entire Dao Discussion Platform. Thousands of flashes of fire pierced through the thick white mist until it was completely blown away.
Pfft!
Gongyi Lingren took two steps back. Clad in white, his body was now drenched in blood, and his sword was chipped and no longer sharp.
Besieged by a group of geniuses of the same realm, he truly could not contend. Had Wenren Jing not drawn away some of the attacks, he would have likely perished long ago.
And Wenren Jing's condition was no better. She was bleeding from her seven orifices, her limbs were numb, and her eyes—usually a bit dazed—were now filled with despair.
“I just want to find Junior Brother Xuanyi... I want to eat... I don't want to fight...”
Wenren Jing's eyes welled with tears. Her aggrieved look was heartbreaking, but the people around her were like a pack of wolves, radiating unbridled malice.
“Hmph, since Long Zitian escaped, we'll start with you!”
An ancient genius spoke coldly, pinching a hand seal and striking out immediately.
Boom!
Gongyi Lingren shielded Wenren Jing, swinging his blade to block the attack with a sharp clang. However, this completely exhausted his remaining strength, forcing him to one knee.
“I think this little lady is quite nice. Why don't we...”
“Scram!”
Hearing the crude words, Gongyi Lingren tried to stand, but his legs refused to obey. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get up.
“Hehehe, then I'll do it right in front of your face...”
Pfft!
Lyu Wu, who had not been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared behind the man. His hand pierced straight through the man's chest as he said coldly, “That is something I've set my eyes on. How dare a piece of trash like you dream of touching her?!”
“Lyu! Qiuwu!!!”
Gongyi Lingren's face contorted with rage, his bloodshot eyes filled with a ruthless glare. He wished he could tear him to shreds on the spot!
“Why are you shouting so loudly? I can hear you perfectly fine.”
Lyu Wu pulled out his bloody hand and slowly walked out from the crowd. Coming to a stop in front of Gongyi Lingren, he patted the youth's handsome face and said, “Tsk, tsk. What a fine face, and your physique isn't bad either. I recall that the Hehuan Sect has quite a few who enjoy the companionship of men. Once I'm done enjoying beauties like Wenren Jing and Wen Sining, I'll find someone to favor you.”
“You betray your fellow disciples like this! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!”
“Divine retribution? You mean that illusory concept? I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. But if I get to enjoy them first before divine retribution strikes...”
Lyu Wu leaned close to Gongyi Lingren's ear and smiled cruelly. “Then to me, that wouldn't be divine retribution, but salvation from the Heavenly Dao.”
Just then, a dozen ancient freaks arrived. Behind them, they dragged the half-dead bodies of Zhu Huai and the other two, tossing them in front of Gongyi Lingren. They sneered, “One at the fourth layer of Foundation Establishment, one who has just broken through to Foundation Establishment, and another at the ninth layer of Qi Refining. Defeating them was child's play.”
“Hahaha...”
Lyu Wu looked at the despairing Gongyi Lingren and laughed out loud, thoroughly enjoying the expression on his face.
To him, what Ancient Immortal Realm, what Perfect Foundation Establishment, what achieving immortality—none of it compared to the pleasure of indulging in his desires in the mortal world.
“Who would have thought that during the centuries I was asleep, the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect would produce so many beauties? No wonder the old man kept me around until now. It turns out it was to carry on the family line.”
Lyu Wu spoke shamelessly, his gaze sweeping over Wenren Jing and the other three girls with naked lust. Every single one of them was a top-tier beauty of this generation, not at all inferior to the favored daughters of heaven from his era.
“Y-You... let them go.”
As the only one still conscious, Wenren Jing stood in front of the others. Even though her magic power was nearly depleted, she still spread her arms, refusing to back down in the slightest.
She did not know where Junior Brother Xuanyi was, nor why he had not appeared on the Dao Discussion Platform. But she knew that Junior Sisters Huo Huang and Zhu Huai were family to her junior brother, and she could not let anyone hurt them.
Slap!
Lyu Wu slapped Wenren Jing across the face, sending her collapsing to the ground, and spoke filthily, “It seems you can't wait to throw yourself at me.”
Tears streamed from Wenren Jing's eyes, and half of her cheek was already swollen and red. Yet, she stood up once more, shielding the others with unwavering determination.
“Hehehe, I like them stubborn.”
Lyu Wu smiled lewdly.
“Hahaha!”
The ancient freaks watching the show behind him laughed as well. They were also curious to know what a favored daughter of heaven tasted like.
Lyu Wu was the strongest among them, so naturally, they had to let him have the first taste.
“Lyu Wu, I will hand over my immortal inheritance. Let Wenren Jing go.”
Gongyi Lingren said, holding back his fury. This was the only bargaining chip he had left.
“We can talk about that after I'm done sleeping with her. I have no use for it right now.”
Lyu Wu gave a perfunctory reply, then untied his sash, intending to set up a barrier so he could enjoy a charming fruit like Wenren Jing to his heart's content inside.
Outside the realm.
The fury of Shen Shi and the others could no longer be described with words. Mo Yan and Su Qian, in particular, had been silent for a long time.
After resting for a short while, Long Zitian and Leng Ning'an learned of the entire situation from Xiao Hongye's explanation, and they saw the scene of Lyu Wu slapping Wenren Jing on the light screen.
At the same time, the two understood why Shen Shi and the others looked so displeased.
The reason was that Long Zitian had been too high-profile, drawing far too much hatred. In the end, while the two of them escaped unharmed, those left behind in the realm had suffered the consequences.
The Ancient Immortal Realm.
The Ten Thousand Immortal Mound.
Wang Xuanyi sat quietly before the light screen. He saw the scene where Wen Sining, in order to protect her two junior sisters, was suppressed by more than a dozen cultivators working together.
He saw Huo Huang and Zhu Huai, determined to rescue Wen Sining, charge into the crowd without hesitation, only to be beaten half-dead and ruthlessly mocked by a dozen people.
He saw Senior Sister Wenren Jing, trying to protect everyone, insulted and slapped by Lyu Wu, who even intended to defile his pure senior sister.
And Senior Brother Gongyi Lingren...
Although Wang Xuanyi understood that the cultivation world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and the victors reigned supreme while the losers fell...
But a group of self-righteous ancient freaks besieging a group of girls, shamelessly mocking them for their lack of strength—this was going... too far!
“Little Xuan, what's wrong?”
The Immortal Phoenix did not know those people, but she sensed the heart-stopping pressure around Wang Xuanyi, as well as the wildly fluctuating, violent spiritual energy.
Because of this, countless pebbles in the vicinity vibrated, and the ground trembled, forming dozens of cracks.
“Me? I am actually feeling quite calm right now!”
“...”
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