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A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 228: One Against Three
The Old Emperor stepped through the air, cloaked in a black robe.
With every step he took, a burst of black mist erupted beneath his feet.
The mist carried a fiercely aggressive aura, corroding the surrounding space into fine cracks, like shattered glass.
Elder Sun staggered back several steps, his inner world churning with chaotic energy.
Was this really the Emperor of Daxia?
He stared at the black-robed man, grumbling silently.
Tribulation Stage.
Even within the Tribulation Stage, there are levels—weak and strong.
It was clear now that, compared to the Old Emperor, Elder Sun was in the weaker category.
Gritting his teeth, Elder Sun lifted the horsetail whisk in his hand.
The three thousand silver threads on the whisk suddenly expanded, each thread transforming into a streak of purple lightning like a soaring dragon.
In resonance with the ancient battlefield, the clouds above instantly wove into a thunder net that blanketed the sky.
The Old Emperor stood atop a mountain peak on the battlefield, letting out a cold chuckle.
“Just the two of you mud eels, and you think you can take me down?”
He had survived for over seven centuries, through countless bizarre experiences.
He had endured this long—just one last step to go.
So come on!!
Thick black mist gushed endlessly from the seven orifices of the Old Emperor.
With him at the center, a bizarre and mysterious space rapidly took form.
Beneath his feet churned a vast, boundless sea of blood.
Waterfalls of blood poured from high above, roaring deafeningly.
In the sea, blood marrow pearls the size of human heads rolled and surged, glowing with a demonic red light.
The countless sharp sword energies that once filled this ancient battlefield were now tainted by this terrifying blood aura, turning crimson.
The numerous flying swords embedded in the battlefield wailed mournfully, rapidly decaying into piles of sludge...
Elder Sun clenched his jaw. Today, it was do or die.
If this really was the Old Emperor of Daxia, then letting him live meant the fall of Dasui wasn’t far off!!
With that thought, the portal in the Purple Palace of Lingxu’s dantian flung open.
A burst of purple energy surged out.
Purple Qi from the East.
It transformed into a Nascent Soul Dao Body with the Three Flowers atop the head and Five Energies converging, holding a ritual lamp.
It charged toward the pouring sea of blood.
Like a guide in the thick fog.
The Nascent Soul Dao Body, lamp in hand,
clashed against the blood sea countless times in an instant.
The flame flickered rapidly, golden runes dancing within it.
Their divine senses were also locked in a fierce, relentless clash.
Though it seemed but a few seconds, to both sides it felt endlessly long.
A single misstep, and the flame would be snuffed out by the blood sea.
Suddenly, Elder Sun’s eyes burst with blood, and he spat out a mouthful.
His body was thrown backward.
Fortunately, this was within Dasui territory.
Elder Sun flew back a hundred feet and barely managed to steady himself.
Beneath his robe, a small golden snake slithered and burrowed into his clothes.
Elder Sun reopened his eyes, golden light flashing within.
“Come again!!”
The sword spirit waved both hands, drawing a massive surge of spiritual energy from the leyline of Shencao Mountain.
A huge gap was carved into the sea of spiritual energy, the surrounding aura rushing to refill it.
“Buzz—!!”
The Old Emperor waved his hand, and the blood sea surged into massive waves, rolling toward them.
Each wave carried endless bloodlust and resentment.
The ancient sword hanging over the battlefield began to rotate slowly.
As it spun, sword light circulated around it.
Then, with a fierce momentum, the ancient sword slashed straight toward the blood sea!
Sword light and blood sea collided head-on.
In the next instant, the seemingly boundless blood sea was forcefully torn apart by the sword light.
Blood splashed everywhere, falling like a torrential red rain.
Before Elder Sun could even feel relief,
the severed blood sea quickly converged, forming an even more powerful wave that surged again toward the sword light.
Under the constant assault, the sword light dimmed slightly.
Yet it still stubbornly resisted the onslaught.
The Old Emperor sneered, raising one finger.
“Again.”
“Boom!!”
A figure charged from behind.
The Old Emperor didn’t even look—
the blood sea beneath his feet surged toward the figure.
“Eat my fist!”
Di Nü Feng suddenly burst out.
“Hahaha, actually, it was a kick—I bet you didn’t see that coming.”
This was already one of the smarter plans Di Nü Feng had ever thought up.
She made her move.
She was swallowed by the blood sea.
But then emerged, holding a piece of green lotus, stepping out from the blood sea.
At the same time, Elder Sun regrouped.
Spiritual power surged around him.
From the ground, countless ancient trees sprouted and surged toward the blood sea.
The sword’s edge gleamed even brighter—three versus one.
The Old Emperor, from start to finish, had only used one hand.
He continued observing the battlefield.
Things were going a bit differently than he expected—three Tribulation Stage cultivators?
Even Di Nü Feng from Tian Sha Hall had joined their side.
Would there be a fourth?
Liu Qiushui?
The Old Emperor couldn’t help but think of Liu Qiushui, who had mysteriously turned against him.
Four Tribulation Stage opponents…
Would there be a fifth?
The Old Emperor waved his hand again, and wails echoed all around.
The three of them stepped back slightly, their hearts filled with shock.
This man’s cultivation was terrifying—facing three opponents alone, and still suppressing them.
...
Li Xuanxiao was constantly monitoring the battle. The Old Emperor’s combat power was way off the charts.
But that was expected.
As a transmigrator, being overpowered and fighting above his level was completely reasonable.
Li Xuanxiao diverted much of his focus toward the Daxia Capital.
...
Daxia Capital.
The place guarding the Dragon Vein.
Vice Minister of Rites, Shi Hao, was preparing to enter the Dragon Vein site for inspection according to protocol.
The soldiers guarding the Dragon Vein checked him thoroughly.
Shi Hao spotted a familiar face.
Zhang Haoran.
He hadn’t expected him to be assigned to guard the Dragon Vein.
Shi Hao gave Zhang Haoran a slight nod. To be posted here, he must have great responsibility.
And he had deep ties to the Grand Chancellor.
Surely, he would rise in the future—befriending him wouldn’t hurt.
“Lord Shi, please don’t mind. We must conduct a thorough check for the sake of the Dragon Vein’s safety,”
Zhang Haoran said.
Shi Hao nodded slightly. “Of course, of course. We must follow the rules.”
“This time, how about I accompany you personally to the Dragon Vein?” Zhang Haoran offered.
Shi Hao nodded repeatedly. “Sure, sure. You it is.”
Seeing this, the guard captain did not interfere.
And so, Zhang Haoran followed Shi Hao through the many layers of the Dragon Vein’s defenses.
They kept moving forward, walking and walking...
Shi Hao chatted casually with Zhang Haoran.
“Looks like Lord Zhang is destined for promotion.”
Zhang Haoran smiled. “Lord Shi, you flatter me. I don’t deserve to be called a lord.”
Shi Hao patted Zhang Haoran’s shoulder.
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