Sage of Humanity

The battle came suddenly and without warning, Lu Ye didn't even know who his opponent was, but from the moment he followed Big Tiger to charge forward, it was destined that the outcome of this struggle would be either your death or my demise!

In the cultivation world, there's no reason to argue, cultivation realm is the reason itself. Him being at Spirit Stream Level 2 and trying to reason with others would definitely not work, and he might even end up losing himself in the process. Find your next read on empire

After making his move, he killed two of the opponents consecutively, and it had become a fight to the death.

Although Brother Zharng was willing to swear by Heaven's Augury that if Lu Ye released the Young Master, he would let the matter go, that was just his own oath!

It must be known that the one Lu Ye captured was a sect's Young Master. Such a person, who had suffered a great setback, would hardly let the matter rest, even if Lu Ye forced him to make an oath to Heaven's Augury, he still had an entire sect behind him! Others would not be bound by the oath to Heaven's Augury.

In the end, the most likely outcome would be Lu Ye being hunted down by an entire sect.

To avoid this outcome, there was only one solution.

Eradicate them all, leave none alive!

Four cultivators: two dead, one severely injured, and the Young Master's throat was slashed open by a long knife, blood spurting like a fountain as he futilely covered the side of his neck with his hand.

And as Brother Zharng's roar fell, Lu Ye had already kicked the Young Master in the back, sending him flying straight towards Zharng Wu.

"Save me!" As the Young Master was mid-air, he screamed frantically, clawing at the air.

Seeing the Young Master hurtling towards him, and vaguely aware of Lu Ye swooping in from behind the Young Master, Zharng Wu momentarily lost his composure.

Not catching the Young Master at this time meant he would definitely fall to the ground, and his injuries would worsen, possibly beyond saving. Although the Young Master's throat had been slashed, the attacker had measured his stroke well, and timely medical help might still save him.

But if he caught the Young Master, he would be unable to block the incoming attack!

A moment's hesitation allowed Zharng Wu to sense the enemy's cunning.

Ultimately, he didn't dare let the Young Master fall. Although he had failed in his guard duty and could not avoid punishment, as long as he could save the Young Master's life, at least he wouldn't have to die.

But if the Young Master died, then he too would have no way out.

Zharng Wu held two curved knives in reverse grip, stepping forward to catch the flying Young Master while simultaneously activating his protective spirit force.

He had seen the opponent's cultivation, merely Spirit Stream Level 2. With his own strength at Level 4, he was much stronger and confident that even if the opponent attacked, his protective spirit force could withstand it.

Pfff...

The sound of a long knife penetrating flesh was heard, and the Young Master's eyes widened in horror as his mouth opened in a scream of intense pain.

Zharng Wu's pupils contracted to their limits, as he witnessed a long knife piercing through the Young Master's chest, stabbing directly towards him.

He exerted all his strength to activate his protective spirit force.

If he had seen how Lu Ye had breached the physique cultivator's defense, he wouldn't have been so blindly confident. Unfortunately, he had been fighting Big Tiger at the time and hadn't clearly seen how that physique cultivator had died.

The shining blade flashed, boosted by Sharpness spirit runes, and even the Level 4 protective spirit force could not withstand this sharp blow; the protective spirit force barely slowed down the thrust of the long knife before being pierced through.

Zharng Wu felt pain in his chest. At this life-threatening moment, he abruptly bent his body to avoid the knife penetrating further.

At the same time, he released the Young Master he was holding in his arms, crossed his curved blades, and parried the long sword.

The blade penetrated three inches into the flesh, unable to push any further, Zharng Wu took a deep breath, just as he thought he had blocked the opponent's strike, a strong gust of wind suddenly hit him from behind.

"Trouble!" Zharng Wu immediately realized what was happening. Although there was only one person, there was also a snow-white big tiger which undoubtedly had pounced from behind.

Just as he was about to respond, something heavy suddenly weighed down on his shoulder, and at the same time, a fierce roar sounded by his ear, making his spirit slightly dazed.

The Young Master, held at bay by Lu Ye's long sword, was not yet dead. Facing the direction of Zharng Wu, he opened his mouth wide, staring as the delicate porcelain-doll-like Spiritual Body pounced onto Zharng Wu's back, screaming into his ear.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Suddenly, the robust form of the big tiger pounced, its two front paws landing heavily on Zharng Wu's back.

The overwhelming force straightened Zharng Wu's bowed body instantly, and he took several steps forward as the long sword passed through his chest, emerging from the other side!

Successful with his strike, Lu Ye immediately withdrew his sword and leaped backward, not just him, but the big tiger that had struck him rapidly retreated a few dozen feet as well.

Almost simultaneously with the big tiger's retreat, Zharng Wu swung two blades into thin air.

Unable to stop his staggering backward steps, his body weakened and he quickly propped himself up with his curved swords, thus avoiding collapsing onto the ground.

Lu Ye observed the wound on his chest, frowning. His strike had been aimed at the opponent's heart, but from the outcome, it had not gone as planned. The blade had deviated, failing to immediately end his opponent's life.

As Lu Ye withdrew his blade and Zharng Wu staggered back, the Young Master held between them also collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the dirt beneath him, his body twitching slightly before growing still.

At this moment, Zharng Wu could no longer afford to check whether the Young Master was alive or dead, knowing only that he was likely to die here today!

He, a Spirit Stream Level 4 cultivator, had been thrown into disarray in just a dozen or so breaths by a Spirit Stream Level 2 cultivator and a big tiger using a combined assault...

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have found it hard to believe if told.

What sort of quality was the Spiritual Artifact in the opponent's hands? It could slice through his protective spirit force with one strike!

Feeling his injuries, Zharng Wu knew he was done for. Although he wouldn't die immediately, such wounds, if not treated right away, would only worsen, and given his opponent's ruthless style, it was clear they wouldn't let him leave alive.

He gasped for air, raising one hand to press on the back of the other hand, which then emitted a faint red glow.

Lu Ye watched him warily, thinking that since Zharng Wu was already severely injured, there was no need for him to engage in a fierce fight, but could simply outmaneuver him, eventually leading to his death.

But when he saw the red glow on the back of his opponent's hand, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition!

"Amber!" Lu Ye shouted low, charging at Zharng Wu with his sword.

Zharng Wu quickly got up, unsteady, blood pouring from his chest, yet he grinned ferociously: "The Nine Stars Sect won't let you off, you're as good as dead!"

Lu Ye's sword came slashing down, and Zharng Wu raised his twin blades to block the strike, but he couldn't prepare for the big tiger that seized the opportunity to pounce from the side. The tiger brutally bit into Zharng Wu's thigh, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

Yiyi also emerged, clinging onto Zharng Wu's back, shrieking fiercely, doing her best to play her part.

The big tiger, after biting off a chunk of flesh, was kicked flying by Zharng Wu, and Yiyi clinging to his back was sent flying by the protective spirit force. Zharng Wu's blades crossed, causing Lu Ye to shift his balance. Although he steadied himself quickly, a streak of bright blade light had already caught his eye.