1481 Rebel Dies from Talking Too Much
With the combined strength of the two of them, they barely managed to injure Lord Qian. However, Ling Lan and Mu Jinyi didn't come without a price.
Ling Lan's right hand had the star and moon elements corroding the spatial elements she had applied to it. As for Mu Jinyi, his attacking hand was already a bloody mess. The star and moon elements were also continuing to damage his arm.
Ling Lan lowered her head and shook her right hand, dispersing the star and moon elements. At the same time, her spatial elements dissipated.
At the same time, Ling Lan flipped her left wrist. On the other side, Mu Shui-qing suddenly reached out with his other hand.
A vial of potion appeared in his hand.
When Mu Jinyi saw the familiar appearance, he knew what it was. He didn't ask and directly poured it into his mouth.
A few seconds later, the originally bloody hand suddenly began to heal. The star and moon elements that were corroding his arm seemed to have encountered some obstruction and separated from Mu Jinyi's arm.
Upon seeing this scene, Lord Qian's pupils constricted slightly. After glancing at the potion, he looked at Ling Lan.
"What's that?" It could actually restrain the godly realm's elements. This was absolutely impossible.
"Potion," Ling Lan said indifferently.
Anger burned in Lord Qian's eyes. He didn't believe that Ling Lan didn't understand what he meant. Her answer was definitely intentional.
Ling Lan looked at Lord Qian indifferently as though she was telling him that she did it on purpose. What could he do about it?
"Hahahahaha …" Lord Qian laughed out loud in anger. Mu Jinyi's expression changed as he retreated hundreds of meters.
However, it was already too late. Lord Qian had already arrived in front of him and grabbed his throat.
In the blink of an eye, a black saber beam suddenly descended from the sky and slashed at Lord Qian's hand that was grabbing Mu Jinyi's throat.
Lord Qian sensed the immense spatial power and snorted coldly. He flipped his wrist and grabbed the black saber that descended from the sky.
Bang! It was clearly just a hand coming into contact with the saber shadow, but it was like a huge mountain colliding. The huge energy produced caused the entire main hall to tremble violently.
"Your opponent is me!" Ling Lan looked at Lord Qian, who was holding the black saber she had conjured, and said coldly.
"Don't worry, none of you will be left alive," Lord Qian said coldly.
"Senior Mu, leave this to me," Ling Lan said calmly.
Mu Jinyi was taken aback when he heard that. Although he had been internally injured by Lord Qian and his cultivation path had been terminated, he had recovered from his old injuries after receiving Ling Lan's medicine. His strength had already recovered to the half-step god-realm. Although he wasn't Lord Qian's match yet, with him helping to attack and interfere with the other party, Ling Lan — who had already entered the god-realm and lacked a foundation — had a chance of winning.
However, if he left, Mu Jinyi was sure that Ling Lan would only lose. There was no other possibility.
"Other places need you more than I do!" Ling Lan seemed to understand Mu Jinyi's confusion. She glanced at the subordinate palaces below. Although her expression was still indifferent, and her eyes were calm as if she did not care about life or death, Mu Jinyi could feel the strong and surging emotions beneath Ling Lan's calmness.
Mu Jinyi had already struggled countless times. In the end, he silently stomped his feet and disappeared in the next second.
"I didn't expect you to be so naive as to let Mu Jinyi save those ants." Lord Qian sneered. "It's useless to rush over now. They're either dead or crippled. You might as well stay here. You might be able to live a little longer."
"Do you know a law?" Ling Lan suddenly asked with a serious expression.
Lord Qian was stunned by Ling Lan's sudden question.
"Law?"
"Yes, according to the law of novels, villains die because they talk too much," Ling Lan answered seriously.
Lord Qian was puzzled, but he instantly understood. "Die!"
The claw that was swung out in anger was far more powerful than any of the previous attacks.
"Activate domain!" Suddenly, Ling Lan's surroundings turned pitch-black. There were no other elements around her.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! The star and moon elements were like a tidal wave as they surged towards Ling Lan's domain.
With every collision, Ling Lan couldn't help but move back. After this wave of attacks passed, Ling Lan was actually sent flying back hundreds of meters.
The attack might only happen in an instant. In the blink of an eye, this wave of attacks seemed to have passed. Only those who had experienced it knew how painful and difficult it was to withstand this wave of attacks.
"Cough, cough." Ling Lan couldn't help but cough. She spat out mouthfuls of blood uncontrollably.
"Could it be that Ling Lan doesn't have a chance?" The nine instructors had been paying attention to this battle. Seeing that Ling Lan was seriously injured, Number Nine couldn't help but ask.
Everyone fell silent. Based on the current situation, Ling Lan indeed had no hope.
Number Nine looked at Number Five, unwilling to give up. Number Five was speechless. He could only turn his face away, not daring to look at her anxious, helpless, and teary face.
"Number One!" Number Nine looked at Number One in pain.
Number One, who had his eyes closed all this time as if he didn't care about anything, finally opened his eyes.
"Number Nine, you need to cultivate again," Number One said calmly.
"After this, you can punish me however you want. I just want to know if Ling Lan still has a chance." Number Nine couldn't control her emotions anymore and shouted loudly.
"So what if she doesn't have a chance? So what if she has a chance?" Number One said coldly.
"If she doesn't have a chance, I will accompany her." Number Nine looked at Number One coldly, her eyes determined.
Number One stared at Number Nine coldly. Number Nine stared back at Number One stubbornly.
Number One slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Number Nine. Number Nine stepped forward fearlessly.
"Pa!" With a karate chop, Number Nine was knocked unconscious. Number Five helped Number Nine up and smiled apologetically. "Number One, Number Nine's emotions are unstable. Let me calm her down first."
Number One stared coldly at Number Five. When Number Five felt that he was about to be killed by Number One's gaze, he heard Number One say, "Number Four, bring Number Nine to clear her head."
"Got it." Number Four smiled charmingly. In the blink of an eye, she took Number Nine from Number Five and disappeared on the spot.
Number Five quietly wiped the sweat off his forehead. Just as he was about to turn his attention to the battlefield outside, he heard Number Nine's voice. Then he heard Number One's voice. "Stay away from Number Nine in the future."
"Huh?" Number Five suddenly turned around and saw that Number One had already closed his eyes. It was as if the voice just now was just an illusion.
Was it really an illusion?
"Ling Lan's chance lies in death." Number One's voice sounded in everyone's ears.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, but they quickly understood.
"Then this chance is equivalent to not having it." Number Three wailed.
"That might not be the case." Number Five studied the moment of life and death all year round. His eyes instantly lit up.
"Really? But this chance of survival after death, how do we find it? "Number Two also felt that this was a difficult problem.
Number One opened his eyes again. Looking at Ling Lan who was still bitterly fighting outside, a wave of worry flashed through his eyes.
Ling Lan, the talent of Profound Insight isn't that simple. Whether you live or die in this battle depends on whether you can grasp the other profound meaning of Profound Insight.
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