The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 62 - : 62. Retribution is like a tornado

Chapter 62: 62. Retribution is like a tornado

After laughing, Ling Xiaoyue stood up from the jug, her face turning serious.

“Since my disciple is so formidable, I, as the master, can’t fall behind, otherwise how can I continue to ride on his head and boss him around?”

She drew the longsword she always carried but had never used, raised her right hand, and pointed the sword towards the sky.

The longsword flew out of her hand, shooting into the night sky like a meteor and disappearing from sight.

In the next instant, countless rays of light shone around Lanruo Temple, like a meteor shower, converging on the longsword Ling Xiaoyue had thrown into the sky.

All the lights gathered around the longsword as the core, forming a giant sword over a hundred meters in length.

The giant sword hung upside down, its entire body radiant, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire mountain, suppressing the seven-colored rosy clouds in the sky.

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Ling Xiaoyue pointed downward with her raised hand and chuckled softly, “Little sapling, take my sword!”

Her voice was ethereal and calm, like the pure moonlight.

As Ling Xiaoyue made her move, the hundred-meter-long giant sword hanging in the night sky plummeted down, directly targeting the Tree Demon’s main body.

The Tree Demon, originally planning to retract all its roots to look for the thief who stole its Golden Core, now had to raise its roots again and contract its crown to block the attack of the giant sword.

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Fang Zhou, who was fleeing inside the sword mark, also heard the Tree Demon’s roar and ran even faster subconsciously.

I’m just passing through here; surely the Tree Demon won’t really leave Ling Xiaoyue to come after me.

Fang Zhou worried since the Seven-colored Golden Core he had seized did not turn invisible with him but continued to emit the noticeable seven-colored rosy clouds quite conspicuously.

Running out with the Golden Core like this was like being a living target.

Fang Zhou held the Golden Core while running and thought of strategies, but instead of the Tree Demon, he encountered Scarred Woman.

Scarred Woman charged in following the sword mark. Her face was full of anger, not only because she had heard the cries for help from her sixth sister and the roar of the grandfather but also because someone had stealthily bypassed her watch and sneaked into the trunk, which was a blatant mockery of her thousand-mile eyes and Sharp-Hearing Ear.

She now realized that the provocative palace drama outside was someone’s mischief, yet she had easily fallen for it, feeling insulted intelligence-wise, having always considered herself the smartest among her seven sisters.

But now understanding was too late; she needed the enemy’s blood to wash away this disgrace.

Scarred Woman, burning with fury, charged inside but froze momentarily when she saw the Seven-colored Golden Core flying towards her.

Although Fang Zhou couldn’t make the Seven-colored Golden Core invisible, he was still invisible, holding and running with the Golden Core, which, in others’ eyes, looked like the Golden Core was flying by itself.

Fang Zhou was mentally prepared for Scarred Woman’s arrival; seizing the opportunity when she was stunned, he threw an Illusion Technique and then thrust forward with his longsword.

Scarred Woman quickly broke free from the illusion, raised her hand to block, and numerous vines sprouted from her hands.

Fang Zhou cut off several vines with his sword, but he couldn’t harm Scarred Woman. He suddenly flew up a kick, hitting Scarred Woman in the stomach.

It seemed all of these gourd children could sprout vines from their bodies for defense and attack, but Scarred Woman’s combat power was pretty mediocre; Fang Zhou kicked her away with one blow.

Fang Zhou didn’t stay to fight further and continued to escape outward.

Scarred Woman steadied herself and hurriedly chased after him, shooting vines towards Fang Zhou’s direction. Although she couldn’t see him, the Seven-colored Golden Core he held was like a live target.

Seeing the vines shooting towards him, Fang Zhou knew these could break even thick pillars, and getting hit by one could spell instant death for him. He quickly turned and cast a Fireball Technique.

The Fireball Technique flew out and hit the vines, exploding instantly.

The explosion severed all the vines, and the second child pursuing was also blown back, rolling away to a distance.

Fang Zhou had already seized the opportunity to burst out of the sword mark, arriving outside the roots of the Tree Demon.

The outside had completely transformed, all the roots stretched towards the sky, the ground became pocked and messy.

He hurried towards the area where the ashes urns were placed, most of the urns had been shattered by the movement of the roots, leaving only a few intact.

Nie Xiaoqian’s urn was safe and sound; fortunately, Fang Zhou had previously taken it out separately, otherwise, how could he explain to Nie Xiaoqian upon returning that her ashes were scattered? Should he just tell her to accept it with sorrow?

He picked up the ashes urn, bypassed these roots, and dashed towards the outside of the miasma.

Not long after, the dirt-covered second sister also chased out.

Behind Lanruo Temple, the area was filled with miasma and white fog; the seven-colored rosy clouds inside the Tree Demon had not completely dissipated, so Fang Zhou holding the Seven-colored Golden Core outside was not so conspicuous, and with the roots blocking, the second sister could not see where Fang Zhou was running.

But the seven sisters had a clear instinctual connection to the Seven-colored Golden Core, it was something connected to their bloodline and they could sense its exact location without seeing it.

By sensing the direction of the Golden Core, the second sister immediately chased in the direction Fang Zhou had run.

Here, Fang Zhou was escaping from the miasma at the fastest speed, meeting Nie Xiaoqian, as well as the two sisters from the White Tiger Sect and the Scarred Woman.

The scene was a mess, indicating a fierce battle, even the several Double-headed Dragons specially prepared by Fang Zhou were ruined.

The three were almost stacked on top of each other, with the Scarred Woman sandwiched in the middle like a sandwich, already lifeless.

Although she was in the Foundation Establishment Realm and the strongest in physical constitution, she had been severely injured before, and facing two enemies alone, she could not withstand the attack from both sides and ultimately perished, truly a pitiful and lamentable end.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but recall the Heart Demon Oath the Scarred Woman had taken before; wasn’t this scene right before him a fulfillment of it? It was like karma came fast like a tornado.

It seemed the Scarred Woman still held deep prejudice against Fang Zhou in her heart, such endless reprisal, and in the end, it harmed herself.

Fang Zhou felt empathetic, realizing that he shouldn’t casually swear any Heart Demon Oath in the future; the Scarred Woman truly taught him a lesson with her life.

Nie Xiaoqian stood beside the three, her face showing an endless aftertaste, a stark contrast from her initial shyness.

Could this guy have awakened some special preference?

Hope Ning Caichen can hold on.

When Nie Xiaoqian heard the noise, she looked up and almost jumped in fright, seeing an ashes urn flying out from the miasma toward her, scarier than seeing a ghost at midnight.

Fang Zhou directly tossed the ashes urn to her: “Your ashes urn, catch!”

Nie Xiaoqian, hearing Fang Zhou’s voice, clumsily caught the ashes urn, seeing the familiar name and date of birth on it, her eyes immediately reddened.

“My ashes, finally seeing you again.”

Nie Xiaoqian hugged the ashes urn tightly, looking like an old eunuch reunited with his treasure after many years.

Fang Zhou quickly said to Nie Xiaoqian: “Take your ashes urn, quickly take Ning Caichen and leave this damned place, don’t come back.”

After speaking, Fang Zhou turned and ran; he still had pursuers behind him, no time to chat more with Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian was about to thank Fang Zhou, seeing this could only sigh: “Fang Immortal truly is a man who comes and goes like the wind.”

After speaking, she also picked up her own ashes urn and directly made her escape.