Free Web NovelChapter 383: Chapter 341: Untimely Death
Facing such a desperate scene, Wang Ruoyu raised his shield high, standing in front of Jiang Baitao, shouting, "Junior Martial Uncle, you must escape!"
Li Da laughed bitterly in his heart, this fool, still showing loyalty at this moment, if we could escape, we would have done so long ago, why wait until now?
This time, we’re all going to die here. No, they want to capture Junior Martial Uncle as a hostage—she can still survive.
Thinking of this, looking at the crystal sweat drops on the forehead of the girl beside him, Li Da’s heart suddenly relaxed.
He originally thought that at this moment, he should be cursing for being dragged to death.
I was clearly the most outstanding fifth-generation disciple, my ambition, my future, everything I had, is now lost.
If it wasn’t for being forced to come here by Jiang Baitao...
But, why isn’t there any hatred?
Perhaps, I wasn’t really forcibly brought here.
In this seemingly pointless trio, am I really unhappy? Do I really not want to be here?
Li Da sighed softly, took one last look at the delicate face of the girl, and stood in front of Jiang Baitao.
Junior Martial Uncle, Jiang Baitao, you must live—huh?
The power pushed from behind, Jiang Baitao stepped forward from the crowd, her eyes bright like stars, the Cold Frost Sword horizontally pressed against her tender throat!
A line of blood blossomed, blood seeping out.
Everyone was stunned.
"Hee Yangchen, let them go, or I’ll die here, and you will gain nothing!"
Standing in front of everyone, the girl’s slender body unexpectedly harbored such a fierce side!
"Junior Martial Uncle!" Wang Ruoyu shouted anxiously, reaching out to grab the sword, but Jiang Baitao’s fingers trembled, the blade pressed a bit deeper, and blood gushed forth.
"I am Jiang Baitao, a fourth-generation disciple of the Yunshan Sect, your Jiang Martial Uncle, get rid of that ’junior’ before my name!"
"When I was fighting alongside my sister and Sect Leader Senior Brother, you all were still playing in the mud!"
"All of you, scram!"
Hee Yangchen’s face turned ashen, his body moved.
"Don’t move!" The Cold Frost Sword pressed deeper, blood gushing out fiercely, seemingly pressing against the windpipe, Baitao’s voice becoming hoarse, "If anyone moves or turns invisible, you’ll only get my corpse!"
No one dared to move.
Looking at Jiang Baitao’s gaze, she wasn’t acting!
Hee Yangchen had a thousand ways to instantly kill this girl, yet couldn’t snatch her longsword in the blink of an eye!
At this moment, Hee Yangchen regretted not bringing Ning Songzhi, who was still coordinating Golden Core Masters in Meihua Square. Perhaps only his Instant Body Dao Pattern could capture her before Jiang Baitao cut her own throat.
Ah, it really hurts.
Jiang Baitao glared at the three Foundation Establishment cultivators in front of her, suddenly smiling in her heart during the standoff.
Haha, today Junior Martial Uncle Jiang will become a hero too!
Let’s see who dares to say behind my back that I cause trouble all the time.
"Fine." Hee Yangchen’s face was ashen, "Let them go, and put down the sword."
If Jiang Baitao were to die here, not only would the mission fail, but they would also lose the easily attainable Battle Array Secret Technique.
"You heard him, haven’t you? Hurry and leave!" The more the blood flowed, the more Baitao’s half-body clothing was soaked red.
"Junior Martial Uncle!" Tears filled Wang Ruoyu’s eyes, Li Da hugged him tightly, taking one deep look at Jiang Baitao.
The delicate silhouette of the girl was etched in his heart.
"Let’s go, Junior Martial Uncle is in the enemy’s hands, she won’t die!" Li Da shouted, dragging Wang Ruoyu to retreat, "Shitou, don’t let down Junior Martial Uncle!"
"Junior Martial Uncle, hold on, I will definitely come to rescue you!"
Damn Li Zi! I already said not to add ’junior’.
But, forget it. Anyway, it’s the last time.
No need for you to come rescue me.
The remaining Yunshan disciples, with tears in their eyes, pulled the frantically struggling Wang Ruoyu back.
Jiang Baitao held the longsword, feeling her body getting colder, and her strength waning.
The enemies had completely surrounded her, while her comrades finally disappeared into the horizon.
"Alright, put down the sword and come with us." Hee Yangchen said with patience.
But on the girl’s pale face, he saw a mischievous smile.
Hee Yangchen’s heart sank, eyes wide.
"Who said I’m going to put down the sword?" Jiang Baitao’s loving gaze withdrew from the horizon, gradually becoming incomparably firm.
Sister, Sect Leader Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Wang, Shitou, Li Zi, and everyone else...
"I am Jiang Baitao of the Yunshan Sect!"
"How could Jiang Martial Uncle of the Yunshan Sect fall into your hands!"
"How could I become a tool to threaten Sect Leader Senior Brother!"
The girl’s arm was about to move.
Sister, Sect Leader Senior Brother, I won’t embarrass you.
Avenge me, carve my name on the Memorial Stele—eh?
An ethereal, dreamlike glow flashed!
A vast, ancient aura overwhelmed them, Hee Yangchen’s eyes nearly popped out.
"Primordial Pearl!"
But in the next moment, his shock turned into boundless fear.
This Spiritual Treasure of Jichuan Profound Monarch, incredibly sturdy, capable of crushing enemies like a decaying tree, flickered with brilliance and rushed toward him!
Hee Yangchen was terrified out of his wits, vanishing into invisibility, leaving only a Defensive Spiritual Artifact behind. With a muffled sound, his Flower Bud Spiritual Artifact was pierced through with a single blow.
In another moment, the light flashed, and Hee Yangchen left only a muffled groan, as a blood mist burst in the air, viscera splattering everywhere.
Hee Yangchen’s body reappeared in midair, a huge hole in his forehead, his face filled with fear and confusion.
A Xuanguang Sect Elder, Peak Master of Huanjian Peak, about to reach Foundation Establishment Perfection, traversing the battlefield with the ’Invisibility’ Dao Pattern, with a chance to escape even in front of a Golden Core, Hee Yangchen, died utterly!
His Dao Pattern couldn’t deceive a Golden Core, nor the Primordial Pearl!
The Treasure Pearl paused, clouds swirling, a vortex forming, absorbing Hee Yangchen’s corpse in a flash.
From the sudden appearance of the Primordial Pearl to Hee Yangchen’s death, only three breaths passed.
The two Foundation Establishment Honored Guests and the remaining dozen or so Qi Cultivation enemies turned ashen, intending to flee.
But could they outrun the Primordial Pearl, which surpasses Golden Core in escape speed?
With several dull thuds, within a flash of flowing light, all defensive means shattered like thin paper in an instant.
Including the two Foundation Establishment Honored Guests, all enemies perished instantly!
Clouds rose within the Primordial Pearl again, this time, not only absorbing all the enemies’ corpses but also spitting out an immortal-like girl.
"Wu Yan Martial Niece?" Jiang Baitao exclaimed, her already dizzy and bleeding head couldn’t take it.
What’s going on, is this Wu Yan’s Magical Artifact?
"Junior Martial Uncle!" Wu Yan shouted loudly, "Be careful not to move!"
With a wave of her hand, an invisible Spiritual Power Rope pulled the Cold Frost Sword away from Jiang Baitao’s neck, while a clear bluish water flow surged up, blocking the deep bleeding wound on Baitao.
"I came to rescue you on Sect Leader’s orders, luckily I made it in time!"
Jiang Baitao nodded dazedly, her body feeling heavy and cold, leaving one last sentence before everything went black: "Below, is there still a Xiao Tianci, do you know if he’s alive..."
With that, she collapsed into Wu Yan’s arms.
Wu Yan held her up, shouting at the Primordial Pearl, "Sister Zhuling, we’ve found her, let’s return to Lingsha City quickly!"
Light flickered, the ethereal, dreamlike Pearl Spirit condensed and emerged, pouting, "Lu Qian’s list only had Hee Yangchen, now I’m at a loss."
"Oh, please help, good sister." Wu Yan cooed, "For my safety, we have to get rid of all these witnesses."
"It’s not just these people to get rid of, I also took you flying around, all this has to be counted against Lu Qian."
Wu Yan kept nodding, "Mmm, mmm, sister is the best."
At this moment, thirty-five thousand miles away, before the Corpse Prison Forbidden Land.
Wang Yu had already made his final preparations.
Just as the Cloud Miasma Rift was about to open in a few hours, an elder cultivator, white-haired and ragged, staggered in.
