The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 821

Chapter 821: Chapter 818: Civil War Chapter 821: Chapter 818: Civil War The series of sudden changes at the scene also startled Shen Luo, who was urgently thinking of a strategy when his expression abruptly changed.

In the midst of the chaos, two figures dashed straight for the divine apricot on the table.

One of them was a man in a green robe, a participant in the conference whom Shen Luo did not recognize, and the other was Liu Qing.

With a thought, Shen Luo's feet shone with the Moonlight Glamour, and he performed the Slanting Moon Steps, disappearing from his original spot in a flash.

The man in the green robe moved with eerie agility, his body flashing with green light as he left behind a long snake-shaped phantom, reaching the offering table first. He flipped his hand to produce a gleaming dagger, which he thrust fiercely against the golden light shield around the divine apricot.

With a loud “bang,” the golden light shield trembled violently but did not break.

The man in the green robe snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and a layer of liquid-like black light emerged on the dagger, stabbing at it again with force.

Meanwhile, Liu Qing had also reached the table, a black dragon-headed war blade in hand, which she brought down fiercely.

A dragon-shaped blade light appeared, striking the golden light shield at the same time as the black dagger.

The golden light shield shook wildly, unable to bear the assault any longer, and with a “bang,” it exploded, turning into countless golden fireflies.

The divine apricot was caught by the airflow from the shattered light shield and flew towards Liu Qing.

A glint of joy flashed in Liu Qing's eyes, and with her other hand becoming hazy, she reached for the divine apricot.

But at that moment, a mysterious yellow stick abruptly appeared above, striking down towards Liu Qing's left hand.

Before the long stick even reached her, an immensely heavy force pressed down, causing Liu Qing's arm to sink.

“Seeking death!” Liu Qing raged. The black dragon blade shot out in an instant, turning into a bolt of black lightning, slashing at the mysterious yellow stick.

A figure appeared out of nowhere beside the mysterious yellow stick–it was Shen Luo.

He twisted his wrist and performed the Splashy Chaotic Stick. In his haste, he only managed to create six stick shadows, which tore through the air with a dull burst of air, colliding with the black dragon blade.

An explosion like a muffled thunder roared!

The six stick shadows dissipated, the Profound Yellow Staff was knocked out of hand and flew back, while Shen Luo staggered a couple of steps.

But the black dragon blade was sent flying even faster, and Liu Qing, who was holding the blade, was also sent flying with a jolt, her face filled with disbelief.

The man in the green robe's expression also changed drastically, clearly not having expected that Liu Qing would lose to Shen Luo after their confrontation.

Although shocked, the man did not stop his actions.

With a sharp whizzing sound, a black claw-shaped magical instrument shot out from the man's hand, its tips shooting out five black lights, seizing the moment Shen Luo was off-balance to grab at his chest.

Simultaneously, the man pointed with his other hand, and a sparkling green long whip shot out from his sleeve, sweeping towards the divine apricot.

Shen Luo, who was determined to get the divine apricot, would not let this man snatch it away. Ignoring the need to stabilize himself, he immediately waved his hand.

The purple great bead shot out, instantly enlarging tenfold with a loud clang, effortlessly blocking the strike from the black claw.

At the same time, a golden cone shadow flew out from Shen Luo's sleeve, colliding with the green long whip.

Shen Luo didn't care about the consumption, his body exploded with blue light as he called up all his mana.

The golden awl shadow suddenly expanded tenfold, transforming into a several zhang long golden giant awl. It emitted an extremely sharp breath, slashing heavily upon the green long whip.

With a “hiss,” the green long whip was neatly cut in half.

The massive awl, with its momentum undiminished, streaked towards the man in the green robe like lightning, while the purple giant pearl let out a whoosh as it smashed towards him, carrying a heavy, frenzied wind.

The man in the green robe had not expected Shen Luo to fight so desperately or to cast spells so swiftly; unable to dodge in time, he was struck squarely by both the golden giant awl and the purple great bead.

With two thunderous “bangs,” the man in the green robe was also sent flying, his body splattered with fresh blood as the golden giant awl slashed a long wound across his shoulder.

Shen Luo did not pursue him but instead darted straight towards the immortal apricot. With a flick of his sleeve, a flash of gold, the immortal apricot vanished into thin air.

The rapid succession of exchanges was as quick as lightning, ending in the blink of an eye.

Liu Qing and the man in the green robe, upon seeing the immortal apricot fall into Shen Luo's hands, both displayed expressions of anger and resentment but did not move forward to snatch it back, instead retreating quickly towards the Demon Race at the square.

“So Liu Qing is also one of these Demon Race people!” Shen Luo furrowed his brows upon seeing this.

From a distance, Li Shu's pretty face turned instantly pale upon witnessing the scene.

Meanwhile, from within the crowd, “swoosh, swoosh,” over a dozen figures flew out, landing near the Demon Race, including Wei Qing among them.

“Wei Qing! What, what are you doing?” Fairy Qinglian's mouth gushed with fresh blood as she barely stood with the support of Nie Caizhu, a look of shock on her face as she pointed at Wei Qing and shouted.

Huang Tong Daoist also wore a look of shock, then looked towards his allies. His heart sank.

The targets of the recent sneak attacks were almost exclusively the Elders of Mount Putuo. Out of the seven or eight Elders present, five or six had been injured.

Among the experts of the other sects, four or five were also caught in the ambush.

“What am I doing? I'm ambushing you, can't you see that?” Wei Qing was laughing wildly as if he had suddenly become someone else entirely.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and summoned two streaks of white light that flew towards him. They were two sharp short blades, looking extremely sharp, and the blades were stained with a hint of ominous green, clearly smeared with deadly poison.

“Uncle Master Wei, have you gone mad?” Nie Caizhu looked at Wei Qing with a mix of shock and anger as she shouted.

The other Mount Putuo disciples also stood there dumbfounded, gazing at Wei Qing as if looking at a madman.

Wei Qing simply looked up and laughed heartily, not bothering to answer Nie Caizhu's question.

“Wei Qing, you've turned to the Demon Race? Was it you who informed them about the prohibitions within the sect? Is that why these monsters from Black Dragon Pool could so easily invade the depths of our sect, is that it?” Elder Huangtong demanded coldly.

“Elder Huangtong, as the former Chief Enforcer, you guessed perfectly,” Wei Qing said, his laughter finally subsiding, a hint of mockery emerging at the corners of his mouth.

“Why would you turn to the Demon Race of Black Dragon Pool? Where has the sect wronged you?” Elder Huangtong asked sternly.

“Why? Haha, do you remember Jinlin from that year? I watched her being killed by the people of Mount Putuo! You, Huang Tong, were there that day!” Wei Qing laughed maniacally to the sky, his voice filled with madness and sorrow.

Huang Tong and Fairy Qinglian's expressions changed drastically upon hearing this.

Most people present showed puzzled looks, but the Elders of Mount Putuo and a few senior disciples turned pale.

Shen Luo caught everyone's reactions and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Bai Xiaotian flew over from below, standing beside Shen Luo.

After experiencing several great battles together, they had come to regard each other as reliable allies, instinctively joining forces when danger arose.

“Who is Jinlin? Brother Bai, do you know?” Shen Luo communicated to Bai Xiaotian through a voice transmission.

“I don't know either, let's wait and see,” Bai Xiaotian replied with a wry smile and a shake of his head.

Shen Luo said no more and continued to watch Elder Huangtong and Wei Qing.