In an instant, a golden light emerged from between Chu Lingjun’s eyebrows. She began to levitate as a faint golden light enveloped her, and her aura soared abruptly!
Witnessing this, Zhang Tianpeng’s eyes flashed with astonishment. What kind of Secret Technique is this? Considering Chu Lingjun’s Evil Creature talent and strength, he didn’t dare to underestimate her, even as a War King Realm Third Level expert.
He held out his hand, and a sharp sword materialized in his grasp. Wielding it with both hands, a cold glint flashed across the blade. With a whirl, the sword transformed into several sword shadows.
Chu Lingjun formed seals with her fingers, conjuring a golden radiance before her. She reached out and tapped gently. A golden pillar of light, radiating formidable energy, surged toward Zhang Tianpeng.
"Go!" Zhang Tianpeng shouted, and the sharp sword in his hand, along with its multiple shadows, shot directly toward the golden pillar of light.
BOOM!
The two attacks collided fiercely, shaking the very earth and mountains with astonishing power. A dense network of spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions. Chu Lingjun was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she instantly spat out a mouthful of blood. That was her unique Secret Technique, and its power was alarming. However, using it left her in a state of extreme exhaustion and weakness.
"Hahaha! Is this the strength of the number one genius of the Martial Ancestor? So that’s all there is to it. In the end, you’re still going to die by my hand!" Zhang Tianpeng laughed wildly, but his laughter came to an abrupt halt. A sharp pain shot through his abdomen. He looked down, his expression changing in an instant. His abdomen was a festering, bloody ruin. How is this possible? Zhang Tianpeng’s mind reeled with shock. What kind of Secret Technique was that? It not only neutralized my attack but also severely injured me?
"Capture her!" At Zhang Tianpeng’s command, the last Disciple of the War Sect lunged toward Chu Lingjun, his hand outstretched like a claw. Powerless to dodge, Chu Lingjun could only wait for death.
But just then, Long Chen returned, reappearing beside Chu Lingjun with incredible speed. With a single slash of his sword, the Disciple of the War Sect exploded into a mist of blood.
Chu Lingjun stared at Long Chen in astonishment. Wasn’t he seriously injured and drained of his battle qi? How can he still unleash such power? Not only was she baffled, but Zhang Tianpeng was also completely dumbfounded. This defies all logic!
Seeing that Long Chen was about to escape with Chu Lingjun, Zhang Tianpeng had no time to think. He desperately launched another attack. Long Chen didn’t meet the attack head-on. Instead, he neutralized it before quickly turning to flee.
"Bastard!" Zhang Tianpeng roared in fury and immediately gave chase.
After they had covered a considerable distance, Xia Duoduo’s voice finally sounded, "young master, I’m sorry. I can no longer control your body. You’ll have to take over from here."
As her voice faded, Long Chen’s aura plummeted, and he grew weak once more. Not daring to delay, they supported each other and trudged onward. But to their dismay, their path ended at a sheer cliff.
"It seems even the heavens aren’t on our side this time," Long Chen said with a bitter smile before turning to Chu Lingjun. "Are you scared?"
"We’re about to die anyway. What’s there to be afraid of?" Chu Lingjun replied, her face devoid of expression.
Just then, Zhang Tianpeng caught up. "You have nowhere to run!" he shouted sternly. "Surrender at once!"