Chapter 379: Chapter 379
Lan Tian saw him standing motionless, enduring the attack of the talisman. A glint flashed in his eyes, seizing the opportunity, he flipped his hand, and another talisman appeared in his grasp, sandwiching a few top-grade attack talismsans, which he flung over.
Inside his mind, a devilish voice was still tempting the red-robed monk, urging him to kill the female cultivator opposite him, to kill her so no one could look down on him again, no one would know his unbearable past, and for a moment, the red-robed monk was tempted.
Just then, another voice emerged, telling him not to kill, as this female cultivator was his medicine man, the key to leaving this realm; killing her would hinder the advancement of his cultivation.
The two voices argued incessantly, neither yielding nor able to persuade the other, while the red-robed monk’s expression was half fierce, half distorted, his entire being radiating an aura of explosive fury as he dashed around chaotically.
The red-robed monk had once been a powerful Mahayana Realm cultivator, and quickly noticed his own abnormality, focusing all his mind to resist the voice that led him astray.
The two voices in the Sea of Consciousness argued to the point of fighting, and with the red-robed monk’s backing, it was the latter voice that won in the end, deciding not to kill Lan Tian, but to use her as the medicine man.
Divine Sense saw her flinging a talisman his way again, not minding since they were all low-level talismans, smashing towards him like fireworks, incapable of hurting him, he circulated the spiritual energy in his Dantian to nourish his Sea of Consciousness.
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A bunch of talismans exploded on the red-robed monk’s body, causing his heart to skip a beat as he sensed danger, but it was too late to counterattack now. Mixed among them, several top-grade stacked Blast Flame Talismans suddenly exploded, producing a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds.
Lan Tian, after flinging a bunch of talismans, didn’t care if it hit him or not, and fled with his flying sword, only to circle around and realize he hadn’t gotten far. Changing directions to escape, he ended up right back where he started.
It was clear that the red-robed monk had tampered with something; unable to escape, Lan Tian stopped trying, jumped off the flying sword, and swung himself into the Ancient Killing Array, eyeing the red-robed monk in the sky.
The red-robed monk was dumbfounded by the explosion. After the blast, he looked tragically miserable. His jade crown was nowhere to be seen; his black hair, normally tied up, was now loose, with many areas scorched, emitting a burnt smell. The old red vestment could not stand the explosion, riddled with holes, tattered and torn as if worn by a beggar.
The most conspicuous was a gash on the red-robed monk’s face, as if slashed by a blade, not very large, but trickles of fresh blood oozed from the wound.
The red-robed monk, with a face full of disbelief, incredulously raised his hand, staring blankly at the hole on his fiery red Flowing Cloud Sleeve, unwittingly touched the wound on his face, feeling a sting of pain.
Since his Divinity Transformation, very few had managed to injure him, only getting hurt when ambushed by enemies of the Mahayana Realm during his search for tribulation opportunities.
Now, he had been injured by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator... a low-level cultivator had wounded him.
The red-robed monk was infuriated, the corners of his eyes reddening, the redness in his eyes slowly spreading, setting sight on the blood on his fingers, so vividly red, so enchantingly red, it stung his eyes, and he erupted in the moment.
For the red-robed monk, Lan Tian’s previous attacks were like child’s play, since his intention was to keep her as a medicine lead, and being a fellow castaway, he couldn’t help but feel pity, playing along with her in a cat-and-mouse attitude.
Now, as long as Lan Tian was not dead, a breath of air was enough, not affecting the medicinal effect. With no more concerns, he struck ruthlessly, stepping forward and reaching the front of the Array that Lan Tian had set up, with a wave of his hand, a gigantic Fire Dragon emerged, its head raised in a roar, cutting through the skies with a high-pitched dragon cry, then turning its head fiercely, charging towards the array with towering flames and formidable momentum.
In the middle of the Array, Lan Tian felt her heart skip a beat. Aside from nearly dying during her Foundation Establishment Tribulation last time, this was the second time she sensed the breath of death. His Cultivation couldn’t possibly be at the Golden Core Stage; a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage wouldn’t have such immense power. Moreover, the Array was hastily set up and couldn’t hold off the attack for long.
After the Fire Dragon entered the Array, it rampaged wildly, smashing left and right, searching for Lan Tian. Lan Tian, at the Array Core, was sweating bullets as the dragon’s head narrowly missed her several times. The Fire Dragon was too massive; its tail remained outside the Array, so a single hit couldn’t kill it.
Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng’s hearts rose to their throats when they saw the unstable Array, and they couldn’t help but step forward; Old Mr. Mo was also extremely worried, his heart fluctuating wildly like a roller coaster, several times almost stopping from fright. If something happened to Lan Tian in Beijing, he wouldn’t have the face to go back and face his sister-in-law.
Hua Kongque and the others were also terrified, tensed up completely. Upon unintentionally seeing Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng stepping forward, they quickly grabbed one each.
The red-robed monk, failing in his initial strike, summoned another Fire Dragon, twice as huge as the first one and even more majestic. Its tail swung toward the Array, and the already unstable Array wobbled a few times. With a crisp "pop", it collapsed.
Lan Tian: "..." What kind of crappy Ancient Array is this, it can’t even block an attack from a fake dragon. If she ever met her cheap Master again, she would utterly despise him.
Through the remnants of the Array, the two looked at each other. Lan Tian slowly stood up, gripping her flying sword, ready for battle.
Seeing Lan Tian, the red-robed monk’s eyes reddened further. He stretched out his hand and a suction force pulled Lan Tian towards him.
Lan Tian swung her sword, blocking part of the suction force, but another part dragged her forward, making Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng’s hearts skip a beat.
As Lan Tian resisted, the red-robed monk increased the suction force in his hand, pulling her forward much faster, almost as if she was flying.
Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng exclaimed in alarm, reaching out to grab her...
Amidst the fierce wind, Lan Tian looked up. The red-robed monk’s eyes were cold and indifferent, his gaze on her as if looking at nothing. Lan Tian shivered; he wanted to kill her, right now.
"Little Tao, help sister kill him." Lan Tian didn’t hold back her power; retaining strength at this moment would only lead to a quicker death.
A pink light shot from Lan Tian’s hand, soaring into the night sky and disappearing into the darkness. The red-robed monk glanced at it, then his gaze settled on Lan Tian. His fingers tightened, and Lan Tian felt as if a mountain was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe, her organs seemed displaced. The sharp, cold wind was like blades scraping over her, the spiritual energy shield fluctuating wildly, its light growing dimmer.
Hearing the anxious male voices from the Array, the red-robed monk sneered, waving his hand to send a Fire Dragon towards them, "Bang" a loud noise, the Array shook violently, many inside thought it was collapsing, screaming out in fear. In fear, people instinctively look for a scapegoat. They couldn’t contend with the red-robed monk, but blaming Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng was possible. If it weren’t for their screams, the red-robed monk wouldn’t have attacked them, and the looks they gave Mo Junhua and Hua Jifeng turned cold.
"Damn it, if you want to die, it’s your problem, but why drag us with you? Go outside if you want to die." A few tall, robust men walked over, fists clenched, swinging at Mo Junhua. These people had forgotten that the Array was meant to protect Old Mr. Mo and his party by Lan Tian; they were just incidentally included. If Lan Tian hadn’t seen their plight and allowed them in the Array for protection, they would have already died.