The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 228 The Tragedy of Yuqing [Part 5]

"Long Yuzhong, surrender! With the two of us joining forces, you have no chance of winning!"

Maintaining high-intensity combat for an extended period caused a significant loss of his supernatural power. A hint of fatigue flashed deep in the kind-faced old man's eyes, suggesting that he was running out of strength.

"Hmph! Elder Liu, don't be too happy yet. I have prepared a great gift for you!" Long Yuzhong sneered, and his powerful aura, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly rebounded and erupted.

Suddenly, a ferocious black dragon with a solid form materialized and appeared. It roared and opened its blood-red maw to devour the sharp flower petals that were blown by the wind, blocking the Second Elder's attack.

Then, the dragon lashed its tail six times in succession, like six bolts of lightning, each strike accompanied by a sharp, piercing roar, hitting the kind-faced old man. One strike shattered one tiger, two strikes destroyed two tigers, three strikes scattered five tigers…

"Pfft!" With his ghost technique broken, the Black Dragon's Tail, still carrying its residual power, struck Liu Yidao, who spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was thrown back at an uncontrollable speed by the shock. Long Yuzhong immediately let out an evil laugh: "Nephew Leng, if you don't make a move now, when will you?"

"Ice and Snow Flowing Light Technique!" A dazzling purple light burst forth with a deadly aura, and a cold white-clad figure emerged from the fighting crowd, blocking the path of the kind-faced old man as he was sent flying backward.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. The woman's eyes flickered uncertainly. She then withdrew her icy energy and struck the old man in the back with a palm strike.

"Pfft—" A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air. Liu Yidao coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body brushing past the woman. He caught a glimpse of her face and his body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Ning... Ning Shuang!?"

Immediately, with a loud "thud," the blood-stained old man crashed onto the dueling platform, the stench of blood spreading and causing him to faint instantly.

Elder Liu!

Upon witnessing this scene, the elders of the Jade Purity Sect present were filled with shock and anger. They quickly dispatched several tenth-level experts to descend onto the stone platform to protect him and heal his injuries.

Feng Yuqing was prominently listed.

"Ah!!" Cries of agony echoed from the edge of the dueling arena. Any evil spirit who attempted to approach the old man was stopped by a long, blood-red whip with a diamond-shaped handle. The crimson whip spun wildly through the air like a serpent, and Feng Yuqing spared no effort. Anyone struck by the whip was covered in blood and in excruciating pain.

Feng Yuqing can be said to have been watched grow up by Liu Yidao. Within the Yuqing Sect, apart from a very few people, his position is irreplaceable.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was furious inside, and the occasional glances she cast at the woman in white revealed a chilling aura.

"Leng Ning Shuang, you're also an evil spirit master! Very well, very well indeed!"

The Second Elder's face was gloomy as he watched the woman in white severely injure Liu Yidao with a single blow, and then rush over to join forces with Long Yuzhong to deal with him.

"Nephew Leng, those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. Why are you so indecisive and have missed a golden opportunity!"

With the addition of the woman in white, Long Yuzhong's counterattack became even stronger, suppressing the Second Elder to the point that his blood was churning and he could hardly breathe.

Perhaps out of consideration for the last vestige of their master-disciple bond, Leng Ning Shuang, who could have killed Liu Yidao with a single sword strike, ultimately withdrew her sword and used her palm to inflict severe damage.

Long Yuzhong could easily see that Liu Yidao was being treated leniently, but even though he was unhappy, there was nothing he could do about it.

"It doesn't matter!"

With the Purple Frost Sword in hand, the woman in white had a cold expression, and the icy aura surrounding her gradually turned into a chilling cold, constantly eroding the old man with beard and hair.

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)