"How could this be …."
Xiao Yumei knelt on the ground and looked at Ye Zichen's left cheek. The wound was so deep, she could even see his bones.
His left eye was also soaked in blood. She couldn't tell what had happened to it.
Even more terrifying was that his left arm had been severed from the shoulder down. Fortunately, the God of Wine had immediately sealed the nearby blood vessels. Even so, fresh blood continued to gush out of his severed arm.
"How could this be …."
Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. By the time Xiao Yumei arrived, the God of Wine had already handed Ye Zichen over to her.
She carefully cradled Ye Zichen's head. When she looked at his left eye and severed arm, she felt heart-wrenching pain.
He'd been fine just a moment ago. How could he have suddenly become like this?
At that moment, Ye Zichen, who was in Xiao Yumei's arms, suddenly moved. He struggled out of her embrace and glared at the White Jade Dragon in the sky with his right eye.
Bai Yulong's face paled. He trembled as he turned to look at the middle-aged man.
"Zichen."
"Ye-zi."
Xiao Yumei, Yang Jian, and the Great Sage spoke practically simultaneously. Ye Zichen's wings fluttered, and he reached out.
"Xuan-Yuan!"
The Xuan-Yuan Sword, still embedded in the ground, trembled violently. With a hum, it soared into the sky and burrowed into Ye Zichen's hand. Ye Zichen clenched the Xuan-Yuan Sword and sneered. He licked the blood from his face, then glanced at his severed arm.
"Hah."
Ye Zichen laughed coldly, then his gaze focused and overflowed with killing intent.
He stomped the ground with his right foot, causing it to crack for dozens of meters. Then, he used the momentum to whip up a fierce gust of wind.
"Die!"
Ye Zichen's cry sounded like it came from the depths of the abyss. He hefted the Xuan-Yuan Sword and slashed forward.
"Dad, save me!"
Bai Yulong cried out involuntarily. The middle-aged man gently swung his sword forward.
"Scram! This is none of your business!"
Instantly, the Xuan-Yuan Sword flashed with golden light.
Heaven Plundering Stance!
Boom!
Golden sword energy slashed towards the middle-aged man, seeming as if it could split the heavens. Only then did the middle-aged man's expression change slightly.
He muttered something, and the rapier in his hand glowed with a green light.
"Turn."
It was clearly Ye Zichen's Heaven Plundering Stance, but when it came into contact with his rapier, it bounced back as if it had hit a mirror.
"A toast to the heavens!"
Rumble.
An enormous wine gourd suddenly appeared in the sky, tilting downwards. The wine pouring down transformed into a waterfall that blocked Ye Zichen's path.
However, the God of Wine had underestimated the Heaven Plundering attack. The wine waterfall had only slightly slowed the advance of the Heaven Plundering Sword Qi, but it had still managed to slice through the waterfall.
"Heaven Plundering Four Styles."
Seeing that the sword energy was about to reach him, Ye Zichen gnashed his teeth and roared angrily, sending out a beam of golden sword light.
The two Sword Qis collided and exploded. From a distance, it looked like an exploding mushroom.
The shockwaves from the explosion blinded everyone present. Even the yao servants and Bai Family clansmen fighting outside were sent flying several thousand meters. Ye Zichen, who was still in the sky, was smashed into the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Ye-zi." Ye Zichen used his hand to shield himself from the shockwaves and watched helplessly as Ye Zichen crashed to the ground. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The lance buzzed, and the shockwaves around it swept the gravel and fallen leaves far away. Ye Zichen licked his lips, grinned, and pointed at Bai Yulong.
His head.
"F * ck you! I'll kill you!"
…..
"Zichen!"
Xiao Yumei stumbled over to him. Ye Zichen's eyes were lifeless, and blood was seeping from his mouth. The God of Wine and the Divine Generals hurried over as well. Pu Jingwan placed a finger on his neck.
"The explosion was too powerful. His heart arteries were severed," said Pu Jingwan.
"What are you just standing there for? Heart-protection pills! Heart-nourishing pills!" shouted the God of Wine.
At the God of Wine's reminder, the Divine Generals started searching. Before long, Ol 'Five and Thirteen each produced a bottle of pills. The God of Wine accepted them, hurriedly knelt, and fed them to Ye Zichen.
…..
Fwoosh.
Yang Jian, lance in hand, instantly disappeared into the void, stirring up a fierce gale that sent the gravel flying. Then, his figure vanished from their line of sight.
Bai Yulong's eyes darted back and forth as the middle-aged man grabbed him by the shoulder. He looked around uneasily.
The middle-aged man's face was calm. He immediately swung the sword in his hand to the left, and the position where he had struck was exactly where Yang Jian had appeared.
"Die!"
Yang Jian's blade descended, but the middle-aged man expressionlessly used his sword to deflect it. Just as he was about to deal with Yang Jian, a sky full of illusory staffs attacked.
It was the Great Sage!
After fighting Yang Jian for so many years, the two of them had long since reached the point where they were on the same wavelength.
When they joined forces, they didn't need to communicate at all. So long as the other made a single glance, a single movement, even a single breath, they knew exactly what to do.
The Great Sage's staff had found a defensive blind spot. To their surprise, the middle-aged man's arm bent so much that it was almost twisted. Then, he shielded Bai Yulong behind him.
Cough.
The staff landed on Bai Yulong's body, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His entire body withered.
"Hiss."
The Divine General couldn't help but gasp. From the looks of the middle-aged man and Bai Yulong, they seemed to be father and son. Even if they weren't, they were definitely direct relatives.
He'd probably come here to save Bai Yulong, but he'd used Bai Yulong to block that blow for him.
So vicious?
After a simple exchange, Yang Jian and the Great Sage stopped fighting. When experts fought, it was easy to see how strong they were with just a few probing blows.
The middle-aged man before them was no ordinary person. He wasn't like the rulers outside, who they could bully as they pleased. Even if the two of them joined forces, they wouldn't be able to take him down in a short amount of time.
Furthermore, they didn't quite understand how he'd used Bai Yulong to block the staff.
After taking a blow from the Great Sage, Bai Yulong was practically half-dead. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the middle-aged man's expression remained indifferent. He took out a pill and stuffed it into Bai Yulong's mouth, then patted him on the back.
Then, he looked at the Great Sage and Yang Jian with the same indifferent expression.
… …
"We can't waste time here," said Pu Jingwan. After feeding him the pill, Pu Jingwan checked Ye Zichen's pulse. "His condition is worse than we thought. Pills alone can't cure him. We have to find a place to treat him as soon as possible."
"Let's return to the Profound Pavillion!" said the God of Wine.
"Alright!"
The others nodded one after another. Pu Jingwan transmitted her divine sense to the Great Sage and Yang Jian, explaining the situation.
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