NOVEL NEXT Chapter 298_1
"Dong Ming, how dare you?!"
Patriarch Wuyin let out a shocked roar, barely managing to summon a clouded Immortal Light in front of him amidst the urgency.
However, the premeditated strikes no match for the unexpected, especially since Dong Ming, an Earth Immortal, wielded a Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure Immortal Sword. Thus, the protective Immortal Light lasted less than half an instant before it was shattered by the sword edge.
The sword edge pierced straight through the brow, and a strange and deadly power poured out at once.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a scream, half of Patriarch Wuyin's Immortal body instantly turned into powder, and the aura surrounding him dropped significantly.
A peculiar fluctuation passed by.
An endless stream of strange grey fog frantically emerged from every corner of heaven and earth and quickly obscured everything.
From the moment Earth Immortal Dong Ming appeared to his abrupt attack, everything happened in the blink of an eye, giving almost no time to react.
Zhang Jing looked dumbfoundedly for a moment at Earth Immortal Dong Ming not far away, his face showing a hint of astonishment.
"What does this mean?"
He wondered in his heart.
When Earth Immortal Dong Ming first appeared, Zhang Jing's mind was actually quite calm.
After all, with death approaching, there wasn't much difference between dying at the hands of one Earth Immortal or two.
However, what was beyond his expectation was that, upon appearing, the other party turned around and struck down Wuyin, who should have been an ally.
Infighting?
Wait a minute!
It was as if lightning struck through his mind.
Zhang Jing couldn't help but recall what Patriarch Wuyin had just said to Dong Ming, and had a vague guess in his heart.
If Earth Immortal Dong Ming had previously gone to the Lingshu Mountain Dojo... then... had he reached some kind of agreement with the orthodox body?
A slight ripple stirred up in his calm gaze.
It seemed he was not going to die this time.
"Nephew, take this opportunity to move further away. Right now, at best, Wuyin is gravely injured and far from demise. Once your uncle is done here, I will come find you,"
came the gentle voice of Earth Immortal Dong Ming, directly breaking into Zhang Jing's thoughts.
"He's not dead yet?"
"Indeed, at the Unity Realm Stage, especially after one metamorphosis, beings are essentially living laws of the Immortal Way and not flesh and blood, so naturally, they don't fall as easily."
Earth Immortal Dong Ming patiently explained.
At the same time, astonishment arose in his heart.
"Containing the essence of inborn divinity, virtually an independent entity, with limitless potential, this nephew's incarnation... is truly a great fortune!"
He thought to himself.
The more he thought about it, the more Earth Immortal Dong Ming felt that his choice was the right one.
With all that Zhang Jing had shown, he had no doubt that before his own true demise approached, the other would be able to obtain an incomplete Heavenly Immortal Fruit.
"Nephew acknowledges this, thanks for uncle's timely help,"
Zhang Jing said with a smile, nodding his head. His figure then slowly moved back, gradually dispersing into wisps of Qingyun vapor.
In but an instant, he had disappeared from the spot.
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The first hammer's four men had already retreated to a position far from the battlefield, so much so that they still didn't feel secure even there.
After all, the miserable state of Lei Hong was still fresh in their minds.
Four pairs of eyes, tense and worried, were fixed on the battlefield.
They were all acutely aware that their only hope of survival lay on that Dao brother, although as things stood, the possibility seemed extremely slim.
Suddenly,
a strange and elderly figure appeared, causing all four of their gazes to snap to attention.
Especially when they saw that he brazenly struck at the Earth Immortal from the beginning, a wave of uncontrollable excitement spread across their faces.
"Another Earth Immortal, it seems he came to protect our Dao brother,"
Chang Zizai exhaled softly, then without any care for appearances, slumped to the ground, feeling a surge of relief as if having survived a great catastrophe.
"Let's hope so,"
echoed the first hammer as he followed suit and sat down.
"Truly worthy of a True Teaching of the undying Tao Sect, to have an Earth Immortal as a protector."
Ji Xiaoyun bit her lip lightly, a complex look flashing across her eyes.
Then, as if realizing something, she stole a surreptitious glance at Su Lingling next to her.
She saw Su Lingling still intently watching the battlefield, or more precisely, the figure in the green robe standing there.
A pang of sympathy unexpectedly flickered in Ji Xiaoyun's heart.
"Junior sister, should I praise your taste for being good, or bad?"
She heaved a slight sigh.
If looking from Su Lingling's perspective, compared to Brother Zhang Jing being an esteemed True Teaching of the Taiyi Sect, Ji Xiaoyun would have preferred he remained the Loose Cultivator he once was.
As a Loose Cultivator, Su Lingling's chances of being with him were slim, but at least there was a chance.
Yet he turned out to be a True Teaching of the undying Tao Sect.
Whether in terms of status, strength, or talent, the gap between the two was simply too great. Since ancient times, a dragon would not live with snakes, a fact even a three-year-old child understands.
Time passed by little by little.
A faint breeze blew by, and an expanse of Qingyun mist quietly appeared near the four people, quickly solidifying into the figure of a man in a green robe.
The moment they saw this figure,
a radiantly joyful smile uncontrollably appeared on Su Lingling's miserably delicate face.
She hurriedly approached and called out softly,
"Qingyun—"
But the words were barely out when Su Lingling quickly realized that the man in front of her was no longer the Qingyun she knew.
She abruptly stopped.
Haltingly, she stopped in her tracks and called out with restraint, "Zhang… Brother Zhang Jing."