Chapter 427: Ten Lords (1/2)
A shower of swords streaked across the sky, drawing silvery trails like ephemeral comets. The ten lords led the pack, heading toward the light at top speed. Undercurrents flowed and ebbed in the Sovereign World.
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“Why aren’t you going for that big opportunity over there?!” Blood trickled down the corner of the little girl’s mouth and she couldn’t hide her anxiety. The pillar of light just now had released a tremendous amount of power and an enormous aftershock. Frankly, their relative proximity to it had hurt them quite seriously.
Lu Yun was the only one unhurt. Though he was in the life core realm, his strength surpassed his cultivation. For the current him, there was little difference between the core and void realms. Similarly, he saw no significant distinction between internal energy and mystical force.
His state of being had surpassed the Sovereign Ranking’s shackles. Though his body was formed by a Life Glyph, he’d been one of the first to become cognizant of that and determine which was the real him. The Life Glyph had then become an aid to help him fully understand the few realms he’d so easily skipped before.
“If I leave now, passersby will kill both of you for sure,” said Lu Yun. He pointed at a few nearby corpses for proof. They belonged to the would-be ambushers he had killed just now.
“But…” The girl nearly passed out again from overexertion.
“Focus on getting better and don’t worry about the other stuff.” Lu Yun reassured her with a wave of his hand.
The little girl sat down obediently. A few pills later, she began patching herself up. She’d stood guard over him for thirteen days; he wasn’t just going to leave her here.
I wonder if Qing Han will be there… Lu Yun murmured, gazing at the light in the distance.
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“I didn’t mean to do this!” The Silvermoon Wolfking wanted to cry. She stared at the thing before her, back in the form of a silver-haired girl—albeit stunned and confused.
An ivory longsword floated serenely in midair, the source of the blinding pillar of light. Previously, Qing Han and the Wolfking had been in a vibrant oasis filled with life. After the ivory sword appeared, everything was consumed by the immortal light—the membrane of the microcosm they were in was broken, allowing the darkness outside to flood in.
Panic was written all over the Wolfking’s face. The only thing she’d done was kill a skeleton that had wandered in. She didn’t expect such a huge commotion to come of it!
“Don’t blame yourself, this is all because of me.” Qing Han stood up, her eyes fixated upon the ivory longsword. “I cannot take this sword.”
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Outside, they were already surrounded by a dense throng of cultivators. Ten imposing figures hovered at the highest point in the air, coldly looking down at everything below. They couldn’t see Qing Han or the Silvermoon Wolfking, of course.
The two of them were deep inside a tomb. The tomb was cracked, and the minor world they were in was ruined, but not fully destroyed.
“There are still eighty thousand cultivators here. Too many.” One of the ten suddenly declared. “What think you, gentlemen?”
“Kill.” Another followed coolly. “Kill anyone who isn’t one of ours.”
“Well said!” The rest nodded in consensus. The ten lords didn’t need to dirty their own hands. As soon as the decision was made, their underlings began cleaning out the rest of the cultivators.
“Oh no! Everybody, run for it!” Their marked prey paled and scattered.