The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077: Chapter 1074: A Roadblock Chapter 1077: Chapter 1074: A Roadblock Just as Huang Yi was about to be pierced through the skull, a red light suddenly lit up from beneath him, and a Bloodthirsty Flag appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around him and pulling him inside.

The Black Steel Awl struck the Bloodthirsty Flag, only causing the flag to indent inwards, but it failed to pierce through it.

In contrast, the shock to the Bloodthirsty Flag sent bursts of blood light across its surface, and the flag itself suddenly unfurled, charging back towards He Qianshan.

Rolling torrents of blood Qi rolled backwards, and the Bloodthirsty Flag slipped off Huang Yi, encircling He Qianshan from the opposite direction.

Seeing this, He Qianshan's brows furrowed tightly, and he let out a thunderous shout, swinging his arm in front of him and firing a fan-shaped volley of Black Steel Awls forward, pinning them into the Bloodthirsty Flag and forcing it back slightly.

He Qianshan hadn't yet had a moment to catch his breath when he felt as if a shadow of the moon had suddenly descended from above; Shen Luo had abruptly flown up, drawing the Pure Yang Sword Embryo into his hand without notice.

With one hand clutching the golden Sword Embryo and the other hand forming seals, he shouted, “Pure Yang Burning Sword!”

As the words fell, the Pure Yang Sword Embryo burst into Red Flames, and countless sword shadows of flame appeared all around, raining down on He Qianshan below like a fierce storm.

Inside the Bloodthirsty Flag, He Qianshan, with limited room to move, could only raise the Green Round Shield above his head and bear the brunt of the sword edge's might.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

In the darkening night, thunderous explosions sounded one after another, with scattered sparks of red fire flying about, and the whirlwinds on the surface of the Green Round Shield were constantly shattered, its emitted Green Light growing dimmer and dimmer.

Under Shen Luo's relentless assault, He Qianshan was about to be overwhelmed, but a strange green light ignited in his eyes, and two wings of white brilliant light began to form on his back, causing his breath to surge rather than wane.

“Don't get too cocky!”

He Qianshan bellowed angrily, and the Double Wings on his back suddenly spread open. A powerful surge of Qi burst out from him, rushing directly into the Green Round Shield in his hand.

Immediately, a loud crane cry resounded, and a Green Light Giant Bird with wings outstretched emerged, its beak streaking upwards like a spear.

Every Scarlet Flame Fire Sword that struck the Green Light Giant Bird riddled it with countless holes, yet failed to stop its upward momentum; its beak collided with the tip of the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, sending out a heaven-shaking boom.

The body of the Green Bird exploded all at once, and a mighty storm surged skyward, sending Shen Luo flying hundreds of feet away. His disheveled hair danced wildly in the wind, and his grotesquely skinny body was splattered with blood, presenting an extremely pitiful sight.

He had barely managed to drive out the blood poison from his body, and both his Mana and essence blood were severely depleted. Just now, in his eagerness to save someone, he had recklessly operated his mana without regard for his safety; now, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

He Qianshan didn't fare much better, covered in wounds cut by the fire and Sword Qi, clutching the Green Shield that had lost much of its spiritual energy as he struggled out of the embrace of the Bloodthirsty Flag, his face dark as water.

How could he have anticipated that Shen Luo, who seemed to have been eroded by the poisonous blood to such an extent, could still unleash such formidable power? Although He Qianshan's injuries were not severe, he had still expended a great deal of energy.

“Damn that guy.”

He cursed under his breath and violently swung his sleeve, preparing to strike Shen Luo with a Black Steel Awl.

“Daoist friend, hold your hand,” a loud shout, accompanied by a swift Escape Light, came from afar just then.

He Qianshan's complexion instantly turned the color of a liver, having thought this hunt would put him in the enviable position of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Yet with just a slight delay, someone else had joined the fray.

As the person approached and he made out their features, He Qianshan's expression could no longer simply be described as sullen.

“Fu Donglai…” He ground out the words through clenched teeth, feeling it was truly a narrow road for enemies to meet.

When he first entered the Secret Realm, he had invited Shen Luo to join him in dealing with Fu Donglai. Shen Luo had declined, and now here he was, about to kill Shen Luo, only to be stopped by Fu Donglai.

“It turns out to be Daoist friend He. Since you are not a stranger, why don't you just leave?” Fu Donglai said with a smile.

“Fu Daoist friend, I've fought hard for a kill, and now that I'm about to harvest my efforts, you come over and with a few casual words, expect me to hand over these people's heads to you. I'm afraid that's not appropriate, right?” He Qianshan said with a cold laugh.

“It does seem somewhat inappropriate… Well, how about this? I will wait here for a while. Once Daoist friend He finishes them off, I will then have a fight with you. At that time, it surely won't be considered a malicious seizure, right?” Fu Donglai pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Having said this, he actually found a stone upturned from the ground and sat down, arms crossed over his chest, gazing unwaveringly at He Qianshan. His breath was no longer concealed; he released it without reservation. It was clearly of the Late Mahayana Stage, much more robust than Huang Yi's.

Moreover, the uncontainable evil aura that was intrinsic to him seeped out, making the pressure emitted by Fu Donglai all the more formidable.

“You…” Seeing this, He Qianshan's expression became rigid.

Having already expended a lot in his fight with Shen Luo, facing Fu Donglai in combat would be like seeking his own death.

“Fu Donglai, under the current circumstances, I'm certainly not your match, but if we fight to the death, you won't gain any advantages either. How about we both take a step back?” He Qianshan said with a hesitating expression.

“What do you mean by taking a step back?” Fu Donglai asked.

“Among these three, Huang Yi definitely holds the most points. His head is mine. As for the other two, you can choose one to kill. All the magical artifacts on him will also be yours. How about that?” He Qianshan proposed.

“It is a proposal indeed, but you might be mistaken, Daoist friend He. I'm not here to kill, but to save people,” Fu Donglai said with a smile as he stood up again.

“Are you making fun of me?” He Qianshan's face darkened with anger.

He felt that Fu Donglai could only say something like that if he himself was a fool, or if he took He Qianshan for one.

“The third time…” Fu Donglai sighed with a wry smile.

“What third time?” He Qianshan asked in a deep voice.

“Alas, I've encountered several life-and-death fights along the way, and I always tried to persuade them against it. Each time, they took me for a fool, thinking I was toying with them. Now, you are doing the same,” Fu Donglai said, shaking his head and chuckling bitterly.

“Before coming in, everyone signed a Life and Death Agreement. There's no need for you to play the good guy here. Even if you wanted to fish for fame, you've picked the wrong place,” He Qianshan sneered.

“If you don't believe it, that's fine. You can try to kill them. If I manage to stop you, it's my ability. If I can't stop you, then that's their fate. As for you, Daoist friend… well, in a fight, accidents happen. It's a matter of life and death, I won't hold back,” Fu Donglai spread his hands and spoke frankly.

He Qianshan stood frozen for a while, seeing that Fu Donglai's demeanor was genuinely not feigned, ready to strike without a word, his expression growing increasingly grim.