Chapter 157 - Fan Xiuwen’s Choice
The surging energy stirred up the dust and soil from the ground with a loud boom, it was as though a sandstorm had suddenly descended. At the same time, scorching waves of dark purple energy bared their fangs at everyone in range. It did not distinguish from friends and foes!
The three avatars merely withstood the impact for a moment before they shattered.
The red-robed cultivators’ cultivation bases were the weakest. Even if they flew at top speed, they could not possibly outfly the flying chariot. They were instantly devoured by the merciless purple energy.
“Master… Third and Fourth Senior Brothers!” Little Yuan’er pointed at Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin who were speeding toward them.
“Stop!” Lu Zhou raised a hand. Based on their cultivation bases, after such a long fight, even if they used their Grand Techniques, it would be difficult for them to escape the sandstorm in time. The flying chariot would have to wait for them.
Lu Zhou appeared calm, but inwardly, he felt regretful! After all, the red-robed cultivators were a source of merit points!
‘The Ten Shamans are dead people… Wu Sheng is the only one who can gain me some merit points. Alas, I don’t think he’ll survive this energy blast.’
As for Fan Xiuwen and the two Dark Knights, they were worth quite a lot of merit points! ‘It’s truly a great loss to me to lose them to this energy blast!’
“The cloud-splitting chariot is coming back!”
“Didn’t they leave?!”
The low-level cultivators retreated. They were worried the Evil Sky Pavilion would send out a villain and kill them. However, that did not happen.
The cloud-splitting chariot returned to the Grand Predecessor Formation’s area and slowed down.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhou stood on the flying chariot and surveyed the lands beneath him. “Visibility is completely restored… Search for Elder Hua.”
“Understood.” Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng leaped off the flying chariot.
The moment they left the flying chariot, the low-level cultivators who were watching the battle in Tangzi Town turned around and ran away as quickly as their feet could carry them.
Mingshi Yin saw their actions as he looked down from above. “Cowards.”
“It’d be abnormal if they weren’t afraid,” Duanmu Sheng retorted.
“You’re the smart one, Third Senior Brother.”
The two of them landed. The land was full of potholes and cracks as a result of their battles. The locations of the witchcraft Formations were charred.
“I don’t think Elder Hua is too far from here.” Mingshi Yin looked around his surroundings.
“Luo Shisan is no ordinary opponent… I’m just worried Elder Hua isn’t a match for him.”
“Elder Hua’s Six Compatible Seal has a ninth script now. I don’t think Luo Shisan’s 13 energy blades can do anything against him.
“All he does is take blows… If I were Luo Shisan, I’d just stall for time,” Duanmu Sheng said with slight contempt.
Mingshi Yin coughed. He acted as though he did not understand Duanmu Sheng’s words and said, “You’ve got a point, Third Senior Brother.”
Creak.
Creak.
“What’s that sound?” Mingshi Yin turned around.
All of a sudden, a hand emerged from a patch of charred soil.
Mingshi Yin jumped back in shock. He pointed at the pitch-black arm and said, “A living corpse?” However, after a moment, he dismissed that thought. After all, who would be able to survive such a powerful explosion? He was an intelligent person. After mulling over it for a moment, a name appeared in his mind. “No way! Fan Xiuwen?”