As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 882 Idiot, wake up!
As her blood surged within her, the injuries that would be easily noticeable to others gradually healed. Jiang Ran lowered her head and brushed the blood off her body. Frowning, she shielded the somewhat fragile little wolf in her hands behind her back.

"This dragon armor is so tough?" Pan Gushou thought to himself, as the number of lightsaber phantoms behind him grew increasingly terrifying.

"Well done, old man, but don't hurt my friend."

However, despite what Da Hua said, she and Da Cao showed no mercy. The two giant apes, one on the left and one on the right, brought down their huge lava fists. In less than three seconds, they swung them hundreds of times. Because of the speed, countless red afterimages were created in the air.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"

There are no fancy techniques, just pure brute force!
The scorching lava fell with each punch, Jiang Ran's dragon eyes were icy cold, and a hurricane swirled around her, forming a protective shield.

"Crack, click, click!"

"Dong~~"

Under the combined attack of the man and the two apes, a crack appeared in the wind shield, and magma seeped out from the crack, allowing the golden swords imbued with terrifying sword intent to break in.

Jiang Ran raised her dragon sword, relentlessly slashing through the dense barrage of attacks. However, the Eight-Headed Giant Ape's fists were not to be underestimated; their heavy weight pushed Jiang Ran several meters away. Moreover, Pan Gushou's annoying light swords struck her, shattering her dragon scales piece by piece, and causing her skin to bleed continuously.

"How can we get Ranran back to normal?!" Da Hua felt this was extremely difficult.

"Knocking her out should probably break them out of their combined state," Pan Gushou said.

The rocks behind her kept breaking, and the pain and hunger were driving her crazy. Jiang Ran let out a low roar like a dragon's cry, looking at the few flies that were incredibly annoying.

After tossing Mo Sheng behind her, Jiang Ran made a fist with her left hand towards the sky. The sky immediately turned black, with only purple lightning dancing wildly like dragons and snakes.

"Boom!!!"

The thunderclouds overhead had been gathering momentum for a long time.

A thunderbolt of earth-shattering power ripped across the sky, causing the entire world to tremble. The lightning bolt, as thick as a thunder dragon, swooped down towards its target, its body continuously absorbing the surrounding lightning power as it flew, growing even thicker.

"Not good!!" Pan Gushou's expression changed, and he shouted.
The lightning strikes primarily targeted the nearest large flowers and grasses.

Before the two apes could even react, the Thunder Dragon descended, crashing into its target and exploding like a giant lightning bomb. The intense light turned everything around into a blinding white. The impact spread outwards from the Thunder Dragon, creating ripples in the distant ocean. When the waves subsided, a group of twitching fish appeared on the once-silent sea.

"Oh no, could this great immortal really be expelled from the sect by this rebellious disciple?" Pan Gushou rushed towards the two apes, shouting, "Big Flower, Big Grass!! You two better not die!"

A pink and blue butterfly had somehow landed on Pan Gushou's shoulder.

At the center of the destructive force, as the smoke and dust dissipated, a miraculous pinkish-blue glow appeared.

Fei Xuan's voice echoed in Pan Gushou's mind, "I just barely managed to shift the center of Master's attack slightly. I think with the Eight Giant Ape's physical body, as long as it doesn't hit the fatal heart or head, it shouldn't die."

Sure enough, when Pan looked closely, although Big Flower and Big Grass were lying on the ground, their bodies completely black as if they had been charred, their hearts were still beating.
"Still not dead?" Jiang Ran appeared above the group of beasts and the person without anyone noticing. Her dark blue vertical pupils looked down at the creature on the ground, exuding arrogance and ferocity.

"Zzzzz—" The purple-blue dragon sword in his hand gathered its power, and the surrounding air seemed to be disturbed. A burst of intense light erupted from the sword, and electric sparks flowed across the blade, swirling wildly around the edge, as if ready to break free from the sword's restraints and launch a fatal blow at the enemy below.

"Master, please think of a solution quickly," Fei Xuan's voice came again.

Looking at the dazzling purple lightning in the sky, Pan Gushou said helplessly, "I have no sword left, and I'm a cripple with a missing arm. I can still fight against ordinary Transcendent Realm cultivators, but this one is just a little monster. What can I do?" As he spoke, Pan Gushou's eyes turned and he saw the half-eaten roast goose meat that had fallen during the battle. He stretched out his left hand, and the roast goose meat flew into his hand.

He took a bite of the meat, juices flowing freely, "Mmm, delicious."

He simply gave up, intending to die under the impending terror.

"..."

Feixuan: "Master is not a little monster, you can't scold Master."

"Is this the important point?" Pan Gu glanced at Fei Xuan: "You little butterfly, you're really strange. Aren't you going to run away?"

"My master is a gentle person; he wouldn't treat his friends like that, and..."

Pan Gushou found it amusing. His disciple was indeed a good person, but his cold demeanor showed no sign of gentleness.

……

High above, gazing at the scene below, Jiang Ran's eyes were indifferent as she slowly raised the sword in her hand.

Just as the terrifying attack was about to land, a black shadow suddenly pounced on Jiang Ran's right arm, which was holding the sword, from behind.

Mo Sheng's body was covered in blood from the explosive spiritual energy emanating from the Dragon Sword. He groaned, spitting out a red liquid from his wolf-like mouth. A dry, low voice struggled to escape his throat, "Master, wake up. If I really swing this sword, when you wake up and see this scene before you, you will be..." sad...

Seeing Mo Sheng's scarred hands, Jiang Ran's eyes narrowed, her hand wielding the dragon sword paused, and the flashing sword light gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Mo Sheng seemed to smile, but then his eyes darkened as he looked at the sleeping white dragon beast on his master's right shoulder. He stretched out his wolf claws and swung them fiercely at the dragon's head. "Bastard, idiot, wake up!"

……

"Who dares to hit Grandpa Dragon!"

……

A white light emanated from Jiang Ran's body, and the next moment, the person and the dragon separated.

"Owner."

As if she had exhausted too much energy, Jiang Ran's body fell weakly from the sky. Fei Xuan flapped her wings, and a wind carrying pink and blue phosphorescent powder blew over, gently supporting her body.

After a brief moment of darkness, Jiang Ran quickly regained consciousness and felt Fei Xuan gently resting against her face.

Sitting up from the ground, a strong feeling of hunger, exhaustion, and muscle soreness washed over her. Jiang Ran rubbed her forehead, looking at the devastated scene before her, her throat dry. "Did I do this?"

In fact, Jiang Ran still retained those memories from earlier, but she couldn't quite believe that she could have done such a thing.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ran looked at Mo Sheng, Fei Xuan, and the Da Hua family, all covered in wounds, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes. "I'm sorry... and thank you."