The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 282 Encountering an Old Friend [Part 3]

In the northeast of the Third Ring Road area, the silvery moonlight poured down, and a vast lake stretched as far as the eye could see. The dark lake surface shimmered with a captivating ripple.

"Boom!!" In the jungle at the edge of Potianze, the fog billowed as dozens of fierce black shadows sped by, closely following a man and a woman ahead, occasionally throwing out a series of dazzling spells in a playful manner.

"Jin'er, hang in there a little longer, we'll be at Potianze soon. My master and the others are there, we'll be safe once we get there!"

In the jungle, by the faint moonlight, a gaunt man could be seen carrying a seriously injured woman with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as he frantically fled.

This person should have been very agile, but it was still too much of a stretch to carry a seriously injured person who couldn't withstand a violent impact and dodge a hail of bullets.

"Pfft—" A burst of fireball magic shot down swiftly, about to hit the woman's dress, when the lean man suddenly turned around and used his chest to shield her, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Tu... Don't worry about me! If this continues, we'll all die. Put me down; with your cultivation level, shaking off these people won't be difficult!"

The woman, whose breath was becoming increasingly weak from the violent impact, struggled to open her eyelids but could not. However, the acrid smell emanating from the lean man's chest caused her excruciating pain.

The man remained silent, but she could feel the movement beneath her—he shook his head.

"Hmph, you little bastard, you managed to get away with it last time, but neither of you will escape today. Surrender obediently!"

Dozens of masked figures pursued them. From their voices, it could be identified that the leader was an old man, and there were also seven men and four women.

"Bah! That old bastard who harmed his fellow disciples will get his comeuppance sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, the man, who had been suppressing his injuries and continuing his escape, turned around and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which landed on the old man's forehead with a thud.

"You bastard!" The old man roared like a mad dog, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood essence that condensed into an arrow.

The arrow flashed with an eerie light and hummed violently, piercing the air with a sharp sound as it pierced the man's left calf, causing him to lose his balance and fall heavily into the jungle.

"Pfft—" Dust billowed in the jungle as the man slid more than twenty meters along the ground before coming to a stop, propelled by the powerful inertia.

During this time, his energy shield shattered, leaving him covered in blood, but at the critical moment, he still managed to clasp his arms together and lean back to shield the woman into his embrace.

"This man is indeed a kind and righteous young man, but I wonder what he has done wrong..."

A thousand meters above the jungle, a dark cloud swept past with a strong wind.

Along the way, he has witnessed countless acts of murder and robbery, and even the betrayal of close relatives. There are too many people who need to be saved by Feng Ling, but he is powerless to do so.

He could save one, but not all; he could save for a time, but not forever. So he only glanced at them briefly and offered his blessings.

"Go ahead and run! Why aren't you running anymore? You little bastard from the Kuang family, today I will make you wish you were dead and regret entering this Nine Infants Land!" Led by the old man, seven men and four women descended into the jungle and surrounded the two who had fallen to the ground and seemed to be unable to fight anymore, blocking all their escape routes to prevent them from using tricks.

"Second sister, when you returned from your training, you stole the show in the family competition and humiliated me several times. Do you ever regret having this fate today?"

Perhaps confident of victory, the crowd removed their veils, revealing familiar faces from the past. Among them, a woman stood out with an arrogant expression and unwavering gaze, unmatched by anyone else.

If Feng Ling were here, he would definitely recognize this woman as Ye Rong, the so-called eldest daughter of the Ye family in Wuyang City. The leader of this group is still Old Master Ye, but there are many new faces.

"Cough, cough... Ye Rong, you are truly vicious. Now I only regret why I was soft-hearted back then and didn't kill you with one sword!"

With the help of the man surnamed Kuang, the woman took a pill, and her injuries healed, her aura surged, and she slowly stood up.

This scene startled Ye Rong and the others, causing their encirclement to show signs of weakness.

"Hmph! It's just a trivial skill, yet you dare to use it again and embarrass yourself!"

Under the overwhelming pressure, Elder Ye unleashed his full cultivation and was the first to break through the illusion. Soon after, Ye Rong and the others returned to normal, and when they looked at the ground in front of them, the two figures were no longer there.

"Ah!!" A shrill scream pierced the soul. At the edge of the encirclement formed by Ye Rong and the others, the lean man punched a tenth-level ghost spirit master into mincemeat. Then, his figure flashed, and he was about to take the woman away from the encirclement.

"Disciple! Kuang Tu, you bastard, die! Today you killed my beloved disciple, and no one can save you now!" Old Master Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and his violent aura enveloped the surrounding area.

Originally, Master Ye was skeptical and still had reservations about the so-called master Kuang Tu spoke of. Even though the other party had not shown up for so long, he did not dare to kill him directly until Kuang Tu killed his disciple.

"Heh, Ye Jin, such a quick death is too good for you. With this silly boy by your side, you won't be lonely on the road to the underworld!"

Ye Rong watched coldly. Others might not know, but she knew perfectly well that the so-called beloved disciple that Old Master Ye spoke of was actually his illegitimate son!

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"What... the picture...!?"

A thunderous roar came from behind, and the black-clad man who was flying away at high speed suddenly trembled and transformed into a long rainbow, turning back.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)