PFC Chapter 83 Attacked, by the Demons?
Chapter 83 Attacked, by the Demons?
Not enough words to speculate.
The Lingwu Sect and Leihuo Sect suffered a crushing defeat and, too ashamed to remain, boarded their flying boats and departed with gloomy faces.
"Let's go too..."
Du Quan, the master of Ziyun Peak, smiled broadly, as if he had become several years younger.
On the way back.
Li Wudao and the others sat comfortably in the cabin, sipping tea and discussing what they had seen and heard in the secret realm.
"Did you see that? The expressions on those bastards from the Lingwu Sect's faces when they left were as ugly as if their mothers had died, hahaha!"
"Let them be arrogant, they've reaped what they sowed."
"Sigh, I was robbed clean by those bastards from the Lingwu Sect back then. It was thanks to Senior Brother Li that I got justice, otherwise I would have cried myself to death."
"Yes, if it weren't for Senior Brother Li healing my injuries, I might not have made it out alive."
Several disciples who had received help from Li Wudao spoke with a hint of regret when they mentioned it again.
"Speaking of which, why hasn't Qi Xingyu come out? Could he really have died in the secret realm?"
"Why bring him up? It's bad luck! Have you forgotten how arrogant and conceited that guy was before?"
"Too........"
They had no good feelings towards Qi Xingyu, and whether he lived or died was none of their business.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that the former's demise reduces competition and frees up more resources.
"Brother Li... no... godfather, your jinx is too amazing! You've really cursed Qi Xingyu to death!"
Wang Zhao was startled and looked at the boy with a hint of admiration.
The voice just fell,
A barrage of curious and strange gazes fell upon Li Wudao.
"......"
Li Wudao glanced at him, a black line appearing on his forehead.
This unfilial son, he always brings up the most sensitive topics! He's going to drive his father crazy!
If I had known, I shouldn't have saved him in the first place; I should have just poisoned him.
"Brother Li, what exactly did you say?"
Akiko came closer, her face full of amused curiosity.
"Children, don't ask so many questions."
Li Wudao's face darkened, and he wanted to change the subject.
If we dig any deeper, who knows if that bald guy Cheng Yuanliang will figure something out?
However, he underestimated Akiko Minoru's love of gossip.
"But I want to know."
No...you don't want to.
"........."
Just as the two were arguing,
"boom--"
A heavy impact rang out.
The airship suddenly began to shake violently, and before anyone could react, they were thrown to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.
"Holy crap, an earthquake?!"
"This is in the sky, there's no way there's an earthquake. Did you eat something poisonous from last night's dinner...?"
The group was making a lot of noise, still shaken.
"You all stay here and don't move around. I'll go out and check the situation."
After a moment of contemplation, the Master of Purple Cloud Peak walked out of the cabin with a somewhat solemn expression.
Suddenly,
Cheng Yuanliang, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the corner, slowly opened them, glanced at Li Wudao, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Cherish your last few breaths, for soon you will be buried with my son!"
at the same time.
Another small airship was running alongside, occasionally bumping into the hull and causing a violent shaking.
"Who are you? How dare you harass my Xuantian Sect?!"
The Purple Cloud Peak Master's face was grim, and he coldly demanded an explanation.
Although the Xuantian Sect is gradually weakening, it still has the foundation of a first-class sect and is not something that some Tom, Dick, or Harry can provoke.
Hearing this,
Two masked old men stepped out of the flying boat, stood with their hands behind their backs in the high sky, and stared at him silently.
"Two late-stage Martial Kings..."
Du Quan's old face showed a slight surprise, but he quickly calmed down and said angrily:
"You two cowardly rats, no matter where you come from, if you dare to lay a hand on my Xuantian Sect, you should be prepared to die!"
If it were just him alone, it might be a bit troublesome, but with Peak Master Lieyang also there, he has nothing to worry about.
With two Martial Kings at the peak level, the advantage is clearly in our hands against two Martial Kings at the late stage.
"Ah-"
Suddenly, one of the masked elders attacked, striking the cabin with a palm strike without saying a word.
"you wanna die!"
Du Quan was shocked and furious, and quickly stepped forward to block him.
Even the residual force of a late-stage attack from a King Wu is enough to injure his disciples, so naturally, he cannot stand idly by.
"Hehehe, let's see how you block this palm strike!"
Another masked old man, with a loud, cold laugh, struck out with his palm without any mercy.
Upon seeing this, Du Quan's pupils shrank sharply. He wanted to rush to the rescue, but he was unable to do so.
will,
Cheng Yuanliang finally stepped forward and shattered the palm shadow with a punch.
He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, glancing at the two masked old men and giving them a wink.
"I'll handle this guy."
After saying that, he rushed forward and started fighting with one of the men high in the sky.
The two fought further and further apart, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Alright, now you're all alone. I'd like to see... just who you are!"
Du Quan snorted coldly, his tone confident.
He has the advantage of two minor realms, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will surely win this battle.
Sure enough, his opponent was not as strong as him and was quickly overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.
If this continues, it won't be long before we can take it completely.
"puff--"
After several dozen moves, the masked old man was punched and sent flying, bleeding profusely in mid-air.
Seeing this, Du Quan was secretly pleased and chased after the dog, ready to give it a good beating.
at this time,
A black-robed man wearing a ghost mask suddenly appeared and blocked their way.
His eyes were cold as he flipped his hand and took out a blood-red bell.
The bell was engraved with some ghost faces, ferocious and twisted, eerie and sinister. Combined with the blood-red tone, it would surely give ordinary people nightmares.
The next instant, the masked man shook the blood-red bell.
"Jiejiejie——"
A piercing whistling sound arose, like the groans of demons, and the invisible sound waves reverberated in all directions.
Du Quan felt dizzy and his face turned pale.
The sound was extremely penetrating, carrying a certain magic, making his eardrums ache and his internal organs tremble slightly, making it impossible to defend against.
"This is... a royal-level treasure... the Soul-Capturing Bell?! Who exactly are you, and why do you possess a treasure of the demon race?"
When he noticed the blood-red bell in the man's hand, a storm raged in his heart.
This was a once-famous treasure that attracted fierce competition from powerful figures from all sides, and it is recorded in many ancient books.
"You're not qualified to know yet."
The masked man's voice was hoarse as he shook the Soul-Capturing Bell again.
This time, the intensity was increased slightly.
Even though Du Quan was at the peak of the Martial King realm, he was already struggling. He staggered, his mind became somewhat confused, and he almost fell from the sky.
"You hold him off, I'll deal with that little bastard first."
After saying this, the masked man sped off towards the Xuan Tian Sect's flying boat.
Indeed, this person is Cheng Yuanliang, who has returned!
Just now, he deliberately lured away one of the masked old men, merely to avoid being seen and to make it easier for him to change his appearance.
Those two were both elders of the Great Qi Dynasty, invited by him to cooperate in a play, and to take the opportunity to kill Li Wudao.
In this way, after the deed is done, he will still be the peak master of the Xuantian Sect, and no one will suspect him.
Even if there were evidence, there would be no way to get rid of him.
"Damn-"
Du Quan's face was pale, his fists were clenched tightly, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.
The destructive power of the royal-grade treasure was too formidable. In addition, the masked man's cultivation was no weaker than his. The combination of the two increased his combat power by at least 60% to 70%.
In his current state, he even struggles to deal with the masked old man who is in the late stage of the Martial King realm.
Under Du Quan's despairing gaze,
Cheng Yuanliang, with a cold expression, shook the Soul-Capturing Bell and entered the cabin.
"Jingle Bell!"
The invisible sonic attack, like a demonic roar, reaches deep into the soul.
Everyone felt as if their heads were about to explode, and intense pain swept over them like a tidal wave. They lay on the ground clutching their heads, howling in pain, and sweating profusely.
Even though Jiang Churan was quite strong, her pretty face couldn't help but turn pale, and her whole body went limp, making it difficult for her to withstand this onslaught of demonic sounds.
Li Wudao was also in poor condition; his pure yang blood was boiling, and he was only holding on thanks to the restorative power of the Vermilion Bird Treasure Bone.
He struggled to lift his head and saw the masked man striding towards him, his eyes filled with chilling murderous intent.
Li Wudao's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes hardened.
It seems like they're after him!
"This is the feeling, there's no mistake..."
His expression darkened slightly, and he was absolutely certain that the masked man in front of him was the source of the crisis that had been warned of several times!