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Although Lu Xueqi didn't understand why, the situation was critical at the moment, and she didn't have time to think too much, so she immediately followed.

The yellow bird cried out angrily, its huge body following closely behind. Its giant claws, capable of cracking rocks, were about to grab the two people's backs with a piercing sound. If the claws landed, they would probably be instantly killed, their bones shattered and their lives extinguished!

In the distance, Jiang Xiaochuan, who had been staring intently at this side with his heart in his throat, saw the sharp claws about to fall. His pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went blank. All rationality and consideration vanished into thin air!

Within her body, which had been restrained by Jin Ping'er and appeared to be in a daze, a terrifying power suddenly erupted from somewhere, causing her to struggle violently.

Without warning, he bit down hard on Jin Ping'er's arm that was wrapped around him. In the instant she loosened her grip due to the pain, he suddenly slammed his head backward, the back of his head hitting Jin Ping'er's forehead solidly!

A muffled "bang!"

"Ugh!" Jin Ping'er was caught off guard. Her forehead was dazed from the impact, and the sharp pain in her arm and the dizziness from her head came at the same time. She completely loosened her grip, and the purple blade flew off course.

It's this fleeting gap!

A dark red light burst forth from Jiang Xiaochuan's body!

"Whoosh—!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's figure transformed into a dark red streak of light so fast that only a blur remained. He broke free from that warm, fragrant embrace and pounced at an incredible speed toward the two figures in the distance that were about to be engulfed by the talons of the yellow bird!

"Jiang Xiaochuan!" Jin Ping'er was shocked and furious. She reached out to grab him, but only managed to catch a wisp of lingering wind. She covered her bleeding forehead and looked at the dark red figure that had rushed out so resolutely. Her face turned pale instantly.

Biyao was pulling Lu Xueqi towards the flowerbed when she caught a glimpse of that familiar dark red light shooting towards her at an unprecedented speed that made her heart tremble. Her mind went blank.

The moment the dark red streak of light reached Biyao and Lu Xueqi, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly reached out, grabbed Lu Xueqi by the waist, and used the momentum to pull her away from Biyao. He then rushed forward a few steps and, in the nick of time, placed her steadily on the ground.

"Go!" he growled urgently.

Then he turned around.

The giant claws of the yellow bird, capable of blotting out the sun, were already within reach. The cold glint of the claws stung his eyes. Behind him was Lu Xueqi, who had just regained her footing, and in front of him was the shadow of death.

Jiang Xiaochuan did not retreat. He took a deep breath, and every inch of his meridians and every strand of spiritual power in his body burned wildly at this moment. He was covered in blood and his clothes were torn, but he rushed towards the huge creature!

With one step, the dark red light behind him condensed into a huge phantom of a spear, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

"Break!"

He roared, his hands clenched into fists, and he pushed forward with all his might. Countless spears condensed from spiritual energy burst forth from his body, shining like white rainbows piercing the sun. Their incomparably sharp edges tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and swept towards the yellow bird in a devastating attack!

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

A barrage of attacks rained down on the yellow bird, most of which were deflected by its steel-hard feathers. However, dozens of spiritual spears precisely pierced the wounds left on its body by the Black Water Serpent, as well as the weak points on its head and neck that were not covered by its scales. Blood splattered, and the yellow bird cried out in pain, letting out an even more furious shriek!

The giant claw was blasted off course by the sudden attack, grazing Jiang Xiaochuan's body. The force of the wind made his skin sting, but it did not harm Lu Xueqi behind him in the slightest.

However, this all-out attack also left Jiang Xiaochuan's body empty, and he swayed, almost unable to stand.

Behind her, Lu Xueqi looked at the blood-soaked, stubborn back that blocked her way. Something in her chest suddenly exploded. She forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi from her escape, gritted her teeth, and held her hands in front of her. The Tianya Divine Sword and Mo Xue hummed and trembled at the same time!

"Drink it—!"

With a clear shout, the two sword lights merged into one, condensing into a colossal sword tens of meters long above her head! The giant sword swept across the sky, its sword intent chilling, and slashed down towards the yellow bird!

"Boom—!"

The giant sword struck the yellow bird squarely in the neck. Even though the ancient divine beast was thick-skinned and tough, the sword still caused it to stagger and let out a mournful cry.

However, Lu Xueqi was already injured and forcibly activated such a huge amount of spiritual power, so the backlash came like a tidal wave.

Her face turned ashen instantly, a sweet taste rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. Her breath became weak, and she swayed precariously.

Jiang Xiaochuan caught a glimpse of that glaring bright red out of the corner of his eye.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Xueqi!"

That cry was filled with panic and heartache.

It was just that momentary lapse in concentration.

The yellow bird was completely enraged. It abandoned its attack on Lu Xueqi. Its golden vertical pupils reflected Jiang Xiaochuan's dazed face. Its huge wings suddenly flapped, stirring up a violent hurricane, and at the same time, its thick, iron-like tail swept across!

Jiang Xiaochuan realized what was happening, but he no longer had the strength to dodge or even defend himself.

"Bang--!"

The yellow bird's tail struck him squarely, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible. His body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, tumbling through the air for dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground, leaving a long, bloody gash. His bones seemed to be broken inch by inch, and he could no longer move.

"Xiao Chuan!" Bi Yao's eyes widened in horror.

She rushed out almost instinctively, ran to Jiang Xiaochuan's side like a madwoman, picked him up from the pool of blood, held him tightly in her arms, and turned to run wildly towards the direction where the Ghost King had set up the Dragon-Trapping Formation deep in the flower garden.

"Hold on! Hold on for me! You owe me so much..." Biyao's voice was choked with sobs, and tears kept falling down, dripping onto Jiang Xiaochuan's blood-stained face.

But she had only run a dozen steps when a white figure staggered and blocked her way.

It's Lu Xueqi.

Blood still clung to the corner of her mouth, her face was deathly pale, and her white clothes were stained with blood and dust, making her look like she was about to collapse, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. But her clear, cold eyes were burning with a flame that no one dared to look directly at.

She reached out and stared intently at Jiang Xiaochuan in Biyao's arms.

Biyao paused, instinctively hugging the person in her arms tighter, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "Lu Xueqi, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Xueqi reached out and snatched Jiang Xiaochuan from Biyao's arms. Her movements were not gentle, and even seemed rough due to exhaustion, but she held him firmly in her embrace.

Biyao stumbled as the snatch was taken, her hands hanging limply in mid-air. She watched as Lu Xueqi held the blood-covered, unconscious person, her lips moved, but she ultimately did not reach out to snatch it again.

Lu Xueqi looked down at the pale, bloodless face in her arms, biting her lip, and remained silent.

……

Just as the yellow bird had successfully struck and was eyeing its next target, preparing to swoop down again, the faintly visible dark red light patterns beneath the strange flowerbed that Biyao and Lu Xueqi (along with the pendant in her arms) had just rushed to suddenly shone brightly!

Beneath the flowers, the red light surged, instantly merging into a vast network that covered the entire flowerbed area!

High above the flowerbed, a phantom image of an ancient cauldron, dark red in color, simple and vigorous, exuding a vast and majestic aura, appeared out of thin air and slowly rotated.

A figure appeared silently above the phantom of the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, standing in mid-air. Dressed in a scholar's robe, with a refined and handsome face, it was none other than Ghost King Wanrenwang.

His face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was chanting incantations. The ancient, binding incantations echoed between heaven and earth.

At the same time, two figures appeared at the edge of the flowerbed. One was dressed in a blue robe and had a dignified and elegant demeanor, while the other had a black veil covering her face and a graceful figure.

After the two appeared, they did not hesitate and waved their hands repeatedly, sending streams of spiritual energy into the red light below.

"The Dragon's Gate is Trapped!"

The Ghost King suddenly opened his eyes and let out a low shout.

The Fulong Cauldron shone with extreme brilliance, and the red light network below shot into the sky, transforming into a huge, solid, dark red cylindrical light screen, like a giant cage, instantly engulfing the yellow bird that had just finished its attack and was about to take flight!

"cracking--!!!"

The yellow bird was filled with shock and rage, letting out a deafening cry as it charged left and right within the light barrier, its sharp claws and beaks attacking the inner wall of the barrier with frenzied fury!

However, this "Dragon-Trapping Gate" formation was clearly meticulously arranged by the Ghost King, specifically to deal with ancient divine beasts like it. It also happened to be when the Yellow Bird and the Black Water Serpent were both severely injured and greatly weakened. No matter how it struggled and rammed, the dark red light screen only rippled violently, but it was incredibly tough and showed no signs of breaking. Instead, powerful counter-forces and binding forces came from the light screen, causing its wounds to burst open and bleed profusely.

After several unsuccessful attempts to break through, the yellow bird seemed to understand its predicament. It let out a mournful cry filled with resentment and anger, finally ceasing its futile struggle. It folded its wings and landed at the bottom of the light screen, its sharp eyes still fixed on the Ghost King and the others outside, but it no longer moved.

The Ghost King then slowly floated down from the illusory image of the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron and stood at the edge of the flowerbed.

Qinglong, Youji, and Jin Ping'er, who had just woken up from her daze and quickly flew over, all stood behind him.

All eyes turned to the other side of the flowerbed, where Lu Xueqi, who was kneeling on the ground in a frenzy, was holding Jiang Xiaochuan, who was covered in blood and whose life was unknown, and Bi Yao, who was standing to the side with her face as pale as paper.

The Ghost King's gaze lingered for a moment on Jiang Xiaochuan's horrific back wound, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. Then, it fell on his daughter, Biyao. Seeing her distraught and vacant eyes, a complex and unfathomable look flashed deep within his eyes.

Finally, his gaze turned to Lu Xueqi, who was tightly holding Jiang Xiaochuan, seemingly unaware of his arrival, and staring intently at the pale face of the person in her arms.

Lu Xueqi's breathing was extremely unstable at the moment.

But her entire focus was clearly on the person in her arms.

She was covered in Jiang Xiaochuan's blood and her own tears, looking utterly disheveled, yet a chilling, almost insane grief and rage emanated from her.