Chapter 289 (1/2)

Ning Muye held two walnuts in his hands, appearing very plump. Even though the light in the room was dim, the light emitted from those two walnuts was still very clear.

Ning Muye's expression grew more and more cheerful as he watched An Zeng hack towards the net with his sword.

””You really have made me look at you in a new light. You actually didn't even have the intention to attack me from the start.””

He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs. ””So it makes me very bored … The reason I stayed in this building was to delay you.””

Talk to you, make you angry, make you attack me.

I told you to forget, you should focus on dealing with that net … But it seems that you aren't angered by me at all. Or maybe you are clearly angered, but you know what you should do.

If you put in more effort, you might break the net very soon.

””If you leave earlier, there might be one less person to die in the sect.””

His voice was not loud, but every word was clearly heard by An Zeng.

The struggle became more and more irritable, more and more frenzied.

Ning Muye, on the other hand, looked more at ease. He got up, found a copper pot, boiled some water himself, and then boiled some tea.

””In this society, people are restless.

Even drinking tea was becoming more and more beneficial. Choosing some good tea to brew was already good enough, but he didn't know how to calm his heart down.

Tea must be boiled before it can be right.

””You have to be calm before you can afford to drink tea.””

His movements seemed very graceful, even more graceful than those of the ladies in the teahouse who were making tea.

But his mouth kept chattering away.

””I was sitting here to fight you.

So I have made a lot of preparations. Even those people in your sect with low cultivation have some high-grade magic tools on them.

””However, after preparing for such a long time, I am somewhat regretful that you are using it to make tea.””

Ning Muye raised his head to look at An Zaiyue, who was still chopping down buildings.

However, the huge net still showed no signs of damage.

Under the heavens, there were purple-rank magic tools, although their abilities were different.

But when it came to the purple grade, other than their abilities, there wasn't much difference in quality between the two.

It was already extremely difficult for a Violet grade weapon to break through the enemy's side.

Unless the person who wielded the divine tool was so powerful that it was suffocating.

A Heaven Realm expert wielding a purple-rank divine artifact was equivalent to two Heaven Realm experts taking action.

””You still don't seem to have a chance.””

Ning Muye washed the tea, then waited for the second brew to boil.

Upstairs, An Zizheng's forehead was already covered in sweat.

At the same time he attacked like a madman, he also had to endure Ning Muye's influence on him.

Ning Muye was too smart. He was making An Zaiyue lose his mind, and the more disordered he became, the more he couldn't do anything about it.

The Dark Sword.

As An Zaiyue thought of this, he realized that the Dark Ran Sword was one of the most supreme magic tools in the entire Heavenly Harmony Palace. However, this sword was still the sword worn by the previous Palace Master Tantai.

A woman's cultivation method was different from an An Zhe, so An Zhe was unable to display the full strength of the Dark Sword.

As for the sword intent that Palace Head Tantai had sealed within his sword, An Zhe had used it several times already. Its might was not as strong as it was initially.

The reason why he couldn't move the Purple rank Demon Weapon now was because the two were of the same quality. As for the person who was controlling the Purple rank Demon Weapon outside, their cultivation must be higher than An Zaihai's.

Even if he died, he would die with Little Liu'er and the others.

This was the only thing that mattered in An Zhe's heart.

There was a flash of brilliance on the bracelet, but the Purple rank magic equipment sealed the entire Moon Tower, so An Zhe had no way to contact Chen Shaobai's father. Otherwise, he would have to use his own portion of cultivation power.

Suddenly, An Ran thought of a way.

This method was so ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

However, without any delay, An Zhe made his decision the moment this idea popped into his mind.

He focused all of his cultivation power on the Dark Sword. Then, he thrust the Dark Sword forward and inserted it into a grid of the huge net.

Afterwards, An Zaiyue rapidly retreated, summoning all eight scales of the holy fish at the same time he retreated, forming a thick and solid s.h.i.+eld in front of him.

””Break for me!””

An Xuan stretched out his hand, and the flesh on his arm instantly exploded.

To cripple an arm and use the power of the bloodline to destroy a purple-rank magical equipment!

An Zeng had already bound himself to the blood of the Dark Ran Sword, and the Dark Ran Sword was connected to An Zhe's blood vessels.

However, even if An Zhe was the master of the Dark Sword, it wouldn't be easy for him to destroy a violet grade magic tool.

A purple-rank magical artifact was the pinnacle of all types of techniques. Therefore, even as the owner of the Dark Sword, if one wanted to destroy it, one had to pay the price of one's own bloodline power.

Using one arm to destroy a weapon, in exchange for a chance to go back home.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA!

The purple rank magic item was destroyed.

In all of history, An Zhe was the first cultivator to voluntarily destroy his purple grade magic tool.

If people knew about this, they wouldn't know how many people would feel upset.

Those who wanted to obtain a purple grade divine tool would be itching to tear this peace to shreds in order to vent their hatred.

In this world, only Old Huo was able to create a purple grade divine artifact. Old Huo was already old, and the Phoenix Crooked pill furnace was already exhausted of its remaining power. If he wanted to create a purple grade divine artifact, even if he had the luck, it would be extremely difficult.

Thus, the Purple grade divine tools in the world were one less piece of damage, and might no longer have any hope of recovery.

Under the immense might of this attack, the scales of the eight Sacred Fish in front of An Zeng exploded backwards from the impact, slamming heavily into An Zhe's body.

In just a split-second, it was unknown how many broken ribs An Zhe had on his chest.

An Zeng spat out a large mouthful of blood. There was even some minced meat in the blood.