"Xiao Chen!" Ao Jiao stepped forward and asked anxiously, her eyes filled with worry.
Xiao Chen turned around and smiled faintly, indicating that he was fine. Then, while Ao Jiao was not paying attention, he waved his right hand and quickly pulled Ao Jiao into the Immortal Spirit Ring.
Xiao Chen sealed the exit of the ring and vomited another mouthful of blood.
Mu Xiyan stepped forward and placed her hand on Xiao Chen's shoulder. A clump of pink light appeared in her palm and quickly entered Xiao Chen's body.
Xiao Chen immediately felt all the pain disappear. However, his injuries still had not healed. This should be the innate skill of the Eros Demons, which temporarily numbed the pain.
Now, not a single Demon mixed-blood remained in the previously bustling Death Swamp. The various half-step Emperor Wu's pressed forward, step by step.
They formed an encirclement, sealing off all paths of retreat for Xiao Chen's group.
There were a total of twelve half-step Emperor Wu's. Their strong auras pressed down, making breathing difficult.
Normally, even if Xiao Chen and Dugu Ao ran into one of these half-step Emperor Wu's, they would not dare to say that they could easily defeat them. Now that there were twelve, there was no hope at all.
Xiao Chen looked at them one by one. The two Deity Race half-step Emperor Wu's should have been sent by Emperor Forsaken.
Needless to say, the two Ghost Race half-step Emperor Wu's were definitely sent by the Dongyue Ghost Emperor. Naturally, the two Corpse Race half-step Emperor Wu's were sent by the Xingtian Emperor.
As for the six masked human experts, the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking expression.
Since they already sent people out, what was the point of wearing masks? Masks could cover their faces, but could they hide the aura of their Holy Beast Martial Spirits?
As soon as the six half-step Emperor Wu of the Human Race appeared, Xiao Chen knew that they were the three Holy Lord of the Three Holy Masters Land.
It was just that the other party didn't want to shed their last layer of cordiality, so they put on a mask for their own people. Thinking about it, it was really laughable.
--- At the same time, in a boundlessly distant place, where the Thunder King was in closed-door cultivation, Bushin Palace in the Kunlun Continent's Central Province:
The Thunder King was sitting cross-legged and talking to the two shadows in front of him.
One of the masters of the image was the Haotian Martial Emperor, the new Prime of the Kunlun Continent's human race. The other was the Fox King, the strongest Martial Emperor of the Fiend Race, also a Prime.
"Thunder King, are we really not going to help this time?" The projection of the Haotian Emperor asked worriedly.
Naturally, the matter he was referring to was the matter of the Primes sending people to stop Xiao Chen from obtaining the Flower of Life.
The Deity Race's Emperor Forsaken and the Ghost Race's Dongyue Ghost Emperor and Xingtian could reverse the Heavenly Dao and calculate Xiao Chen's tribulation point. Naturally, they could do so as well.
The Thunder King's aged face remained calm. He said indifferently, "There is no need to make a move. Just let nature take its course. A tribulation point is a tribulation point. If we purposely do it, it will only make the tribulation point more difficult. There is no point in doing so."
After a pause, the Thunder King continued, "Furthermore, even I cannot figure out the tribulation point this time. There are too many variables, truly puzzling."
The Haotian Emperor and the Fox King looked at each other in surprise. The Fox King asked tentatively, "What variables?"
The Thunder Sovereign shook his head and said, "I can only make out one person. There is another one. No matter how I look at it, I cannot make out anything. That person clearly does not have a dense Luck like Xiao Chen does. However, he is unfathomable, unfathomable.
The Haotian Emperor was still a little worried. "There is really no need to make a move. This time, even the Three Holy Masters can't help but make a move."
The Thunder King nodded firmly. "There is no need to make a move. They also know where the bottom line is. They will not act recklessly."
After the conversation ended, the Haotian Emperor and the Fox King's projections flickered a few times before they disappeared from the secret chamber, leaving the Thunder King alone.
After the two left, the Thunder King's appearance aged even more. He muttered, "What exactly is the second variable? Why can't I figure it out at all …"
After saying that, the Thunder King started calculating again, feeling dissatisfied. The lifeforce in his body drained quickly. Strands of dense lifeforce almost materialized and came out of the top of his head.
After a while, the Thunder King opened his eyes. He saw a youth flickering with black and white lights with a sword on his back.
However, that youth's face was blurry; he could not see it clearly no matter what. The Thunder King was dissatisfied. He formed hand seals and drained even more lifeforce.
Suddenly, the Thunder King vomited a mouthful of blood. He finally saw that youth's face clearly, saw the pure golden flames burning in the youth's eyes.
The Thunder King immediately revealed an expression of understanding. He muttered, "So, that is the case. You also left a backup plan …"
…
In Death Swamp, Xiao Chen looked at the twelve half-step Emperor Wu in the air. Then, he said slowly, "Dugu Ao, take Miss Mu and leave. They are here for me. They will not stop you."
When Dugu Ao heard this, he smiled. Then, he looked at the twelve half-step Emperor Wu in the air as well. He asked, "Brother Xiao, have you decided to give up?"
Have I given up?
Naturally, he did not. However, when facing these twelve half-step Martial Emperors, every one of them was no weaker than him. Even with that Plume Feather, it was impossible for me to break out of this encirclement.
It was not that Xiao Chen was undervaluing himself. Rather, the situation before him was truly unresolvable.
All Xiao Chen could do was choose an attitude: fight with his life on the line. Even if he died miserably on the path of seeking enlightenment, he would persevere to the end, never giving up.
Dugu Ao turned his head and smiled. "Interesting. It turns out that Brother Xiao has moments of helplessness as well. Your expression clearly shows that you are seeking death. If this is not giving up, what is it?"
After Dugu Ao spoke, his expression suddenly turned incredibly serious. "You once said that there are some oaths that should not be broken after they are made. Let me tell you this as well. There are some things that you choose to persevere on and never give up on.
"I, Dugu Ao, will help you block these twelve half-step Emperor Wu. Xiyan, help me hold him down."
Before Xiao Chen could react, Mu Xiyan's hands landed on his shoulders. While he was distracted, she used the innate Martial Technique of the Eros Demon Race to trap him where he stood.
Far away, Pei Yan's group, who had already fled far away, extended their Mental Perception to the maximum, quietly observing everything here.
Several people who sensed the auras of half-step Emperor Wu all rushed over. Then, they silently observed from a distance.
However, they were extremely cautious. No one dared to advance rashly. Instead, they approached to watch the show.
Twelve foreign half-step Emperor Wu appeared in the Human-Demon Paradise at the same time. This was something rarely seen since ancient times.
Some of the half-step Martial Emperor experts revealed horrified expressions when they heard the descriptions of the newcomers from the people who had escaped.
Based on these descriptions, these half-step Emperor Wu seemed to be the direct subordinates of the Primes of the Kunlun Continent. This was the intention of the Primes.
Some Primes wanted to make a move on that white-robed bladesman.
Immediately, these people no longer dared to think about going to Death Swamp to watch the show. Even the Old Black Iron Monster, a ruthless person who could kill Emperor Wu, did not dare to act rashly.
The identity of that white-robed bladesman piqued everyone's curiosity. What kind of existence could he be for so many Primes to make a move at the same time?
Everyone had their own opinions, but no one could give an accurate answer. ------
Inside Death Swamp:
Xiao Chen was conscious, but he could not move his body. Mu Xiyan used a strange technique to paralyze Xiao Chen's body.
Strands of pink energy entered Xiao Chen's body and slowly healed his injuries.
This did not look like a technique for trapping people. Instead, it looked more like an Eros Demon's healing Martial Technique.
Dugu Ao looked at the twelve half-step Emperor Wu experts in the air. Then, he stepped forward and blocked Xiao Chen, silently expressing his stance.
The Deity Race expert in the air smiled coldly and arrogantly. "Interesting. A mixed-blood bastard dares to meddle in other people's business."
"Do you know who you are facing now? Even the Human-Demon Sea's Emperor Wu did not dare to stop us. To think that a bastard like you dares to stand up for him. "
"Quickly scram. Even if your father, Dugu Kuang, came, he would not dare to interfere in today's matter."
"Take your woman and leave immediately. Don't blame us for not warning you."
It seemed like Dugu Ao's clan was not simple in the Human-Demon Sea. The twelve half-step Emperor Wu experts, who had been silent all this while, all shouted coldly when they saw Dugu Ao step forward. They did not make a move immediately.
Far away, the many cultivators paying close attention to this place were all stunned when they saw Dugu Ao step forward.
"Is he stupid? To think that he is facing twelve half-step Emperor Wu experts at the same time for the sake of an outsider."
"It's over. He is really tired of living. We already told him to leave, but he is still not leaving."
These Demon mixed-blood cultivators felt that Dugu Ao's actions were not worth it.
However, when some people heard Dugu Ao being called a bastard, they felt a strange bitterness in their hearts. No matter how proud they were or how talented they were, in the eyes of this group of outsiders, Demon mixed-blood cultivators were still considered bastards.
Dugu Ao's lips curled up slightly. He smiled somewhat self-mockingly and said, "Bastard? What you said is not wrong. I, Dugu Ao, am indeed a bastard. There is nothing to deny.
"I have the blood of the Deep Abyss Demon Race flowing in my body. However, my heart will always be proud. Even if I am a bastard, I am still a hundred times, ten thousand times stronger than you bunch of shameless people who use numbers to bully others.
"There are some things that you bunch of people will never understand. The persistence and dreams of some people cannot be tarnished by you bunch of lackeys."
Right after Dugu Ao spoke, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet. A strong wind blew, and an incomparably horrifying aura surged out from his body.
A demon seemed to be released from Dugu Ao's body. His body turned into a greedy funnel.
Dugu Ao's body absorbed the boundless Demonic Qi in the Death Swamp.
This caused his aura to soar. After a while, he actually managed to block the auras of twelve half-step Blue Robed Emperors by himself.
Suddenly, Dugu Ao attacked ferociously. A Demon mixed-blood cultivator corpse flew over from the ground. Dugu Ao opened his mouth and bit the corpse's neck.
In the blink of an eye, Dugu Ao sucked up all the blood in the corpse. Dugu Ao's hair turned scarlet and grew wildly.
Soon, Dugu Ao's hair reached Dugu Ao's waist. His clothes tore, and a pair of scarlet, fleshy wings grew on his back. With a gentle flap, he hovered in the air.
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