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Before he could launch an attack, a pink afterimage flashed before his eyes, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through his neck. His consciousness sank rapidly as if swallowed by a tide.
The next second, the middle-aged Taoist's head fell into the hands of lust.
The headless corpse remained in a turned position, with blood gushing from the severed neck.
A deathly silence fell over the city wall. The remaining Taoist priests' arms, gripping their sword hilts, trembled violently, their knuckles turning white.
They watched as the middle-aged Taoist's head swayed slightly in the hands of lust, his usually kind and gentle face now wide open, filled with astonishment and resentment.
Even the Great Demon King couldn't withstand a single attack, so how long can these people hold out?
Screams echoed all around. Some Taoist priests were torn apart by creatures outside the circle, while others were entangled by the mist emanating from lust, their eyes gradually becoming glazed, and they eventually committed suicide on the city wall.
Those who were alive dared not look away; all eyes were fixed on lust, and their hearts pounded wildly in their chests, as if they were about to burst out of their chests.
Lust slowly raised his hand, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood on his fingertips, his expression as if he were savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world, a cruel smile curving his lips.
Her gaze swept over the trembling Taoist priests on the city wall, finally landing on a young Taoist priest who was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Her voice suddenly softened.
"Come on, tell me, where is Mu Qinghan...?"
"Ah...ah! Ah—! I'll fight you to the death!"
Unable to withstand the pressure, the young Taoist priest got up and rushed forward, but was pierced through the heart.
Erosion smiled faintly, "It seems he doesn't know. Well... do you know?"
Millions of miles away, the sky had long lost the boundaries of dawn and dusk; only dazzling golden light poured down from the depths of the clouds, like molten gold spreading across the entire world.
The Third Young Master hovered in the void, his body radiating a dazzling golden light that was almost tangible, and each breath caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
He gripped the ten-foot-long golden club tightly in his right hand, as if a golden dragon were coiled and roaring within it.
The residual force of that attack had not yet dissipated, and the black mist where the giant club had struck was still hissing. In the black air currents that had been forcibly torn apart, a pitch-black figure plummeted like a kite with a broken string towards the continuous mountain range below.
With a deafening roar, the entire mountain peak was smashed in half, sending rubble and dust billowing into the sky, forming a hazy, gray barrier amidst the golden light.
"You bastard, I failed to kill you back then, but I never thought you would dare to come to my door today."
The third young master's voice was deep, his gaze icy, fixed on the collapsed mountain peak.
The golden light around him grew even brighter, and even the surrounding things were tinged with a golden glow.
The old grudges that were not completely resolved back then are now churning in my chest, turning into an uncontrollable killing intent.
Amidst the ruins of the mountain, the black mist gathered once more, and the dark figure slowly rose to its feet.
His body was hunched over, and the black mist surrounding him could swallow up the light around him, even his face was hidden in the shadows, only a pair of eerie green eyes were visible.
"Hehehe... Monkey, after all these years, you've gotten better and better at putting on airs."
His voice was hoarse, carrying undisguised sarcasm.
"But you're much weaker than you were back then—it seems that the thing weighing you down still hasn't been removed, has it?"
The third young master's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the golden staff.
"Even if I can only use 60% of my strength, it will be enough to grind you to dust."
His tone was icy, and the golden light around him suddenly surged, condensing into a golden phantom thousands of meters tall behind him.
The phantom wielded a giant club, moving in sync with his movements, radiating an aura that commanded the very heavens and earth to submit.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Naive."
The dark figure chuckled, and the black mist around it suddenly surged wildly, engulfing the surrounding collapsed rocks and turning them into a black vortex.
"You can defeat me, but you can't kill me."
"At most you can shatter my body, but as long as the black mist doesn't dissipate, I can simply hide outside the circle and recover in a few days."
He paused, a hint of seduction flashing in his dark green eyes.
"If you have the guts, come with me to the outside world."
"However... it's hard to say whether you'll be able to defeat me again by then."
The third young master saw the provocation in the other person's eyes and a faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"damn thing…"
That soft laugh contained no hesitation, only the fighting spirit that had already been ignited.
He thrust the giant golden staff forward, its tip pointing directly at the dark figure, and the golden light around him instantly condensed into a long golden rainbow.
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden giant rod tore through the void, carrying the power to rip the heavens and earth apart, and smashed into the black mist once again.
At the same time, he gathered demonic power at his fingertips.
"Qinghan, listen up."
He decided to tell Mu Qinghan everything that was happening here.
He roughly understood that the bastard's target was Mu Qinghan, and he also knew that Mu Qinghan would definitely return to the human territory at all costs once she found out.
Because there is something there that he is determined to protect no matter what.
But he couldn't not tell him.
If he kept it from Mu Qinghan and allowed these disgusting creatures to slaughter the human race.
His relatives and friends, and the people he protected, may all die today.
He has always valued relationships, and if things really come to that point, his Dao heart will completely collapse.
He knows Mu Qinghan too well.
The young man's path was built upon protection. Once everything he protected vanished, his Dao heart would be like a broken string on a zither, impossible to repair.
At that time, Mu Qinghan will not only be stuck at his current level for life, but may even fall into the wrong path due to the shattering of his Dao heart, which would truly destroy him.
But if Mu Qinghan were to confront this crisis head-on, struggle between life and death, and choose between protecting and preserving himself, perhaps he could break free from his inner constraints and truly understand the essence of "protection."
That's not about blindly rushing in, but about knowing how to weigh things and learning to be resilient.
Only by overcoming this tribulation can he rise like a phoenix rising from the ashes, truly growing into a powerful figure capable of standing alone.
The third young master took a deep breath, and the golden light around him suddenly stabilized.
The third young master decided to take a gamble.
I'm betting he can overcome this hurdle, and I'm betting he won't let me down.
At the same time, he also bet that the white-clad man from thousands of years ago had not perished.
I'm betting he'll help the human race.
Help... Mu Qinghan...
This is the most likely scenario in thousands of years...
Taking root and sprouting...
Chapter 139 Darkness
The pale light of the waning moon hung outside the window.
The incense in the room had not yet burned out, and it exuded a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Mu Qinghan and Tu Shan Ya Ya lay on the brocade couch. He held her in his arms, his fingertips still lingering with the soft touch of when he had straightened her fox ears. His breath was filled with the faint fragrance of her hair. It should have been a peaceful night.
The Third Young Master's voice suddenly exploded in his mind, and Mu Qinghan's blood seemed to freeze instantly.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his back muscles tensed abruptly, and he quickly sat up. The thin blanket that had been draped over the two of them slipped off, revealing his shoulders and back.
The candlelight beside the couch flickered violently in the airflow, casting flickering light on his face and reflecting in his terrified eyes.
That was a loss of composure he had never shown before.
"Hmm... Qinghan? What's wrong?"
The noise woke Tu Shan Ya Ya, who was beside him. She turned over in a daze, her fluffy fox ears brushing against his arm, her voice still soft and sweet from just waking up.
But when she opened her eyes and saw the expression on Mu Qinghan's face, she instantly became more alert, her fox ears perked up, and her tone became urgent.
"What's wrong? You look terrible. What happened?"
"Outer-world creatures...have invaded the borders of humanity!"
Mu Qinghan's voice trembled slightly, unable to contain his emotions, as the Third Young Master's words still echoed in his ears.
The scene of the elder's fall and the Taoist's tragic death seemed to be right before my eyes.
He didn't have time to explain further. He grabbed the outer robe draped at the foot of the bed, wrapped it haphazardly around himself, and without even fastening the belt, staggered toward the door.
As he passed the corner of the wall, he grabbed a longsword, the scabbard striking the door frame with a crisp clang. He then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the night, leaving only the half-open door, letting the night wind rush into the room.
Tu Shan Ya Ya froze on the couch, her mind blank for a full two breaths.
These four words struck her like a thunderbolt.
She looked at the empty bed, the place where Mu Qinghan's body heat had just lingered gradually growing cold, and the drowsiness in her eyes was replaced by deep worry.
How could the circle be broken if it clearly exists?
Will Mu Qinghan be in danger if he rushes over like this?
She grabbed the clothes scattered on the bedside table, her fingers so flustered that she even buttoned the wrong buttons, but she didn't bother to fix them and ran outside, carrying the hem of her skirt.
The night dew in the courtyard dampened her skirt, but she didn't notice at all, and just ran wildly towards the residence of Tu Shan Honghong and Tu Shan Rongrong.
"Sister! Rongrong! Something's happened!"
"Humans are under attack by creatures from outside the circle! Qinghan has already rushed over there!"
"what?!"
Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyelashes trembled suddenly.
The next second, only a faint afterimage remained in the empty space beside the bed. He was already standing behind the wooden door, his hand firmly gripping the hilt of the sword.
The sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and the cold light reflected from its blade pierced the silence of the room, its sharpness causing the air to tremble slightly.
The moment the tiles clattered softly, Wang Quanbaye's figure landed on the eaves of the main hall's roof.
His jawline, which was usually slightly raised, was now taut and straight. His eyes were fixed on the gate of Wangquan Manor, and even his breathing was heavier than usual.