Volume 7 Chapter 72 - Chapter Seventy-Two: Aid (1/2)

“I wonder what Changling is like right now.”

In the dust mountains outside Yin Mountain, Tantai Guanjian looked in the direction of Changling and could not help but speak.

“If no one else is coming, no matter how it is in Changling, it has nothing to do with us,” the black-robed youth Qian Mu responded.

The passage of time in this formation that Ye Xiao had created at the cost of his life seemed to have a twisted feeling. The light dimmed and brightened in and out when disrupted by the energies of the dust mountains, and it was not possible to tell day from night.

There were the corpses of many flying snakes and other beasts around them. The soaring snakes, while not as powerful as Baili Suxue’s Nether dragon, were true dragons. Even though their limbs were cut off by sword energies, they smashed to the ground like a mountain of flesh and gave an unreal feeling.

Not just tiredness, the Donghu monk and Qian Mu were unable to keep fighting.

At this time, Tantai Guanjian was in the best state. Hearing Qian Mu’s words, he grimaced. He did not have the confidence to fight even one realm seven. He usually was not a chatty person, but because he had no confidence, he could not help but say some nonsense.

Ding Ning understood the feeling very well. In the many battles he had experienced before, the generals of some armies did not fear death, but when the situation was not good and they sensed that death was about to come, many of them would think of things they usually did not think, and say some nonsense. Some people would think of their childhood, and would even have some hallucinations in their daze.

“Jiaodong Commandery’s hundreds of years of assets has been put down here by her here so easily.”

In the dust mountains, the clouds and mist were twisted into strange shapes. Some of the blood of the beasts were suspended in the air, and occasionally, large drops would come down, creating splashes.

Zhangsun Qianxue was a person who liked cleanliness, and she was uncomfortable in this environment. She was leaning against Ding Ning, her face unusually pale. She was unable to rest and replenish her energy. After several battles, she had reached the limits of her endurance, just like poor farmland that could not produce any more grain.

“As long as they kill us, the entire world will be hers. But if we do not die, she would suffer a great loss now,” she looked at Ding Ning and said.

She was chattier than usual but still very calm. Living and dying together represented steadfastness, but was something most people in the world could not achieve. But she could do it easily.

The roars of the soaring snakes and other beasts sounded in the sky with twisted light again. Another wave of attacks was about to come.

The Jiaodong Commandery envoy in the distance clearly was acting according to her wishes, and did not care how many of the soaring snakes were left. He carefully separated these soaring snakes and other beasts into many batches, so they could not all be killed together by a powerful sword move, and so they would not have any chance to rest.

This Jiaodong Commandery cultivator was located in a place where several powerful surges of energy originated. Clearly, there was a battle between realm sevens. Clearly, a grandmaster coming to help wanted to kill this Jiaodong Commandery expert who was controlling many soaring snakes, and clearly did not succeed.

“Do you remember Su Ye Temple?” Ding Ning looked at her and asked.

Zhangsun Qianxue stilled and then nodded.

Su Ye Temple was not the name of a temple, but the name of an old academian of Changling imperial city back then. Yuanwu had not been the only imperial son of the Qin dynasty back then. This old academian Su Ye Temple of the Qin imperial palace supported another imperial son.

So when Yuanwu’s wings grew, and he could threaten the other imperial son, this old academian did something very direct, he personally went to assassinate the strongest supporter of Yuanwu, Wang Jingmeng.

The result of that battle was he was killed by Wang Jingmeng and Yan Xinlan.

“I helped Yuanwu by killing someone, now the descendants of Su Ye Temple come to kill us. Isn’t this very ironic?” Ding Ning took a deep breath and said with slight bitterness.

Zhangsun Qianxue’s body stiffened. She understood the meaning in Ding Ning’s words.