As he gazed at the corpse gently drifting in the lake, Tianhai Zhanyi's face instantly paled, as white as paper or as white as snow, becoming more and more similar to his more famous older brother.
This did not mean that he was afraid, but that he was angry.
"Again!" he harshly yelled as he looked at the indistinct figures in the mist.
The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard. This time, without any concealment, several experts of the Tianhai clan leapt over the lakeshore and entered the thick fog.
This time, there was finally a response, and it quickly arrived. It was a light sound, like a leather bag filled with water being pierced by a sharp arrow.
Plapplapplap! Several experts of the Tianhai clan were still in the air when they shattered, transforming into innumerable lumps of flesh that fell to the ground.
The lake was instantly dyed even redder and the waves were restless.
The mist showed no signs of dissipating, remaining thick. The young man and woman were faintly discernible in the mist, and it was impossible to see what they were doing.
Ning Shiwei and Zhu Ye solemnly glanced at each other, seeing the wariness in each other's hearts. They knew that this mysterious master of the Cinnabar Pill was no ordinary person. It was precisely because they had mentally prepared themselves that they had personally come to this remote mountain range. Yet they had not expected this person to possess such an unfathomable level of cultivation, such strange and incomprehensible techniques, and even more frightening was his callous and unyielding will.
They couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Tang clan had retreated at the last moment because they knew more inside information and had intentionally used them as the vanguard?
Just like how they had secretly arranged for the squad in the pavilion.
But at this point, they could no longer make any other arrangements.
"You're seeking death!" Tianhai Zhanyi's entire body trembled in rage as he harshly yelled, "Fire!"
Ning Shiwei said nothing, his expression indifferent as he gazed into the mist, the frost on his armor suddenly growing heavier.
The sounds of ballistae being drawn taut echoed through the forest by the lake. A hundred-some of the toughest divine ballistae of the Mount Song Army were aimed at that figure in the depths of the mist.
Zhu Ye also said nothing. His eyes slightly narrowed, the fur on his fur coat standing up at some point and stabbing into the night sky. He looked like a fierce tiger preparing to leap into a ravine and fight.
He and Ning Shiwei were well aware that the hundred-some divine crossbows of the Mount Song Army headquarters were not necessarily enough to deal with the young man and woman in the fog. On the contrary, it was highly likely to arouse their true viciousness. If they wanted to kill their way out of the encirclement, they would assuredly attack with all their strength. Thus, whether they could obtain complete victory tonight would depend on the next exchange.
He had to end this battle in an instant, so he naturally couldn't hold back. He had to use his full strength.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had calm expressions, but in truth, they were already silently circulating their True Essence, raising their Qi to its peak state as they prepared to subdue or kill their opponent in a single strike.
One was the head of the Zhu clan, the other a Divine General of the Great Zhou, both indisputably upper level Star Condensation experts. With the two of them acting in such a resolute manner, coupled with the cooperation of over a hundred divine crossbows, let alone the fact that the man and woman in the fog were still very young, even experts of the Proclamation of Liberation at the level of Xiao Zhang or Liang Wangsun would probably have to temporarily avoid their attacks.
Just when battle was about to break out, a cool breeze suddenly blew.
The extreme north of this mountain range was already very close to the land of demons, and it was also midwinter, so the night winds in the mountains were naturally extremely cold, so cold that they could be described as bone-piercing. However, this garden, lake, and pavilion had hot springs that converged, so even the most frigid of strong winds that blew across the surface of the lake were no longer cold, but rather a refreshing and refreshing breeze.
This breeze ruffled the lotus leaves on the lake, ruffled the clothes on the corpses, and the thick fog that seemed like it would never disperse gradually began to fade.
Starlight descended from the night sky, boundlessly illuminated by the white snow covering the mountains and plains, illuminating the surface of the lake with great clarity.
This place was very much like a garden in the south. The lake and mountain contrasted with each other, the flowers and trees shading each other, lotuses growing in the water, a pavilion in the lotus, and a wooden bridge to the north and south of the pavilion. At this moment, the bridge was broken.
The starlight fell on the broken bridge, first falling on a hand.
This hand was very small, as white as jade, but at this moment, it was covered in blood.
The black-clothed girl looked at her hand, her brow tightly furrowed, her mouth slightly open, the tip of her tongue faintly visible. She seemed to be hesitating whether or not she should lick it.
At her side, a young man had his head lowered, using a handkerchief to wipe the water off his body. His body had probably been soaked by the splashing of water when the bridge was broken by the mountain rocks.
He then handed the handkerchief to the black-clothed girl, probably wanting her to wipe the blood off her hand.
All was quiet.
Whether it was the people trapped in the pavilion or the people on the lakeside, they all watched this scene with complicated emotions and remained silent.
Those people in the pavilion now probably understood the role they were playing in this matter, so they remained silent. The soldiers and experts by the lake were silent because they were shocked that the other party really was a young man and woman. Although their faces were handsome, there was nothing special about them.
Inexplicably, Ning Shiwei and Zhu Ye also remained silent until they clearly saw the young man's face.
In a very short period of time, their expressions changed countless times as if they had seen something inconceivable, and then they squeezed out a few sounds from their mouths.
It was a very complex and strange sound, like a sigh, but also more helpless and somewhat pained, more like a groan. (Note)
Then, their bodies suddenly sank down.
Not much, only half a foot.
Their feet sank into the shore of the lake.
Two terrifying and powerful Qis exploded outwards.
Countless rocks and mud were jolted into the air like arrows.
Several soldiers and an expert of the Emotion-Severing Sect that were slightly closer to them were shaken into a bloody pulp. Even the people farther away were injured, their screams echoing through the air.
The ballista bolts that were about to be fired vanished in this chaos.
Ning Shiwei's armor was covered in dust and his complexion was like iron, extremely unsightly.
Zhu Ye coughed incessantly, appearing to be in some pain. Even his back was bent over.
Just what was going on?
Tianhai Zhanyi's emotions were similarly in chaos.
His cultivation level was not high enough, but he was still a descendant of a noble clan and had received a good education since childhood. He had seen many experts, so he understood what was going on.
Just a moment ago, Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had raised their Qis to their peak, their every movement possessing the power to cleave apart mountains.
But just like the great river flowing east, if one wanted to stop at a time like this, one had to pay a corresponding price.
In normal times, they were completely capable of slowly dispersing their Qis, but for some reason, they had to do it immediately, resulting in a few problems. Although they had forced the vast majority of their Qis into the earth, there were still some shockwaves rippling out.
Just how terrifying were the Qis of two upper level Star Condensation experts? Even if it was just the shockwaves.
As a result, the battlefield was in chaos, and they themselves had suffered significant injuries.
Tianhai Zhanyi understood what was going on, but he was even more confused about what was going on.
Why had Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei suddenly dispersed their Qis? And why had they been so resolute?
It had to be known that they were not ordinary cultivators, but the masters of noble clans, important generals, truly ambitious and ruthless individuals!
When their will to fight exploded, even if the one standing across from them was their own son, they would still strike!
Yet when they saw the young man's face, they knew that they could not strike. Even if they had to jolt their trusted subordinates to death, even if they had to risk their own injuries, they had to immediately let their opponent know that they would not strike. Immediately!
To make a clan master and a Divine General of the Great Zhou feel such fear, just who was that person standing on the broken bridge?
In the next moment, Tianhai Zhanyi finally realized who that young man was.
His face instantly paled, not from anger, but from the boundless bewilderment and fear in his heart.
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(Note: When Ning Shiwei and Zhu Ye saw Chen Changsheng's small face, they could not help but let out that sound. Please refer to the sound that Yang Juhua could not help but make when Zhou Meiyan 20151213 sang "Her Tears" in the fifth season of Kpopstar … I've always been a loyal viewer of this Korean drama, and this year, I strongly recommended it. At the time, Yang Juhua's moans were especially good. Really, everyone just needs to search for it. Youku and Bilibili have it.)
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