Lan Tian stood rooted to the spot in shock, watching Ji Feng flew out, crashing to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust. Her gaze fell on Mo Junhua over there, and on his hand that hadn’t been retracted, her eyes grew cold. With a flicker of her figure, she was already in front of Mo Junhua, raising her hand and chopping down, "Mo Junhua, you’re courting death."
Everyone only heard a woman’s furious rebuke, and suddenly, Mo Junhua was sent flying out, "Bang," smashing to the ground next to Ji Feng.
Mr. Mo and Commander Qian, seeing Lan Tian suddenly emerge, couldn’t wrap their heads around it. Subconsciously, they looked towards the spot where Lan Tian had been standing, but it was completely empty, her figure nowhere to be seen.
Mr. Mo managed slightly better; he had previously seen Lan Tian flying with him. Commander Qian, however, widened his eyes, feeling that the world had become fantastical.
How could someone disappear from one spot and then suddenly reappear somewhere else?
Su Qing, Zhang Tian, and Ding Lei were all dumbfounded as well. They hadn’t seen how the camp commander’s wife got there; it was as if she just materialized out of thin air. The silly Su Qing couldn’t believe his eyes, pinching himself and muttering, "Am I seeing things? No wonder it doesn’t hurt?"
As he spoke, he increased the force of his pinch, still feeling no pain!
Beside him, Zhang Tian kicked Su Qing, of course, he didn’t feel pain, the one Su Qing was pinching was him. However, the real pain in his arm snapped him back to reality, realizing that the camp commander’s wife was no ordinary woman!
A yelp from Su Qing "Aiyo" brought everyone back to their senses, and they hurried over to see the injured.
Mo Junhua felt as if his heart was being sliced with a blunt knife, the pain so intense he convulsed, tears welling up in his eyes. A bone-chilling intent to kill enveloped him, emanating from the girl, whose icy glare regarded him as if he were already a dead man without an ounce of warmth. Mo Junhua’s mind went blank; the girl intended to kill him.
Yet it was for the sake of the man lying next to him. This realization nearly shattered Mo Junhua’s long-held beliefs. His throat slid, and a metallic sweetness surged up, the crimson blood spilling out the corner of his mouth.
His lips moved, murmuring, "Girl..."
Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua and then walked towards Ji Feng on the other side.
Ji Feng’s injuries were not as severe as Mo Junhua’s, but he had always been frail since childhood, and this punch made him suffer greatly, as if it snatched away half his life. Lan Tian really did want to kill Mo Junhua just now, so she had shown no mercy. She hadn’t used her spiritual power, but Lan Tian’s body technique had reached the Third Level. How could an ordinary man like Mo Junhua withstand it, with seven or eight of his ribs broken?
Just as Lan Tian had taken a few steps, a thunderbolt suddenly struck from the sky, hitting Lan Tian squarely. Caught off guard, Lan Tian’s body swayed, and she stumbled to the ground.
Damn it, Lan Tian silently flipped the bird to the heavens, she knew it; the Heavenly Dao was always thinking about how to strike her dead. It’s likely the Heavenly Dao had been waiting for her to act against Mo Junhua, so it would have the chance to strike her dead.
Heavenly Dao was furious too; you bypassed fate to be reborn, becoming an abomination, yet you don’t hide away quietly. Considering that you have behaved properly and honestly these years, and haven’t caused trouble, the Heavenly Dao turned a blind eye, especially for His sake. But no, you are ungrateful, attacking a person of the Heavenly Dao, and even cursing it, thinking the Heavenly Dao is dead, it’s unbearable even for its distant kin.
Another strike, to be struck dead would be simpler, while He is not around.
In a previous life, this insect failed its tribulation crossing, and when He found out later, He beat it indiscriminately. Heaven knows this insect was his disciple, but nobody told the Heavenly Dao; it was meaningless to mention it only after its death.
The more Heavenly Dao thought about it, the angrier it got. It might as well strike her dead, shatter her soul so she would never have another chance at rebirth. By the time He finds out, it would be too late.
The Heavenly Dao couldn’t be destroyed over a disciple, could it?
Remember, even the Heavenly Dao has its superiors!
Before Lan Tian could recover, she was struck by another thunderbolt, "Crackle," lightning and fire engulfed her, like a thunder dragon roaming over her body. The agony was beyond description, her mind empty, as if she could even smell the scent of scorched flesh.
As the old saying goes, do enough evil, and you’ll be struck by lightning.
Stunned, Su Qing’s mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, unconsciously tugging Zhang Tian’s clothes, "What terrible, outrageous thing did sister-in-law do to be struck by lightning?"
Zhang Tian did not respond.
Everything that happened today went beyond everyone’s understanding. They all stood in a daze, watching Lan Tian being struck by lightning.