No, he couldn't take the risk.
His emotions told him that he couldn't let Cui Hua wander on the edge of life and death just to kill the Ancient Yao. He couldn't bear such a risk.
Cui Hua was one of the people he treasured the most. He had no parents since he was young and was fostered in someone else's home. His real family was only his foster parents and sister. Following the death of his foster father, there weren't many people he truly treasured.
They could be counted on one hand.
That's right, the descendant of the Li family, the infamous descendant of Gui Shou, was actually a lonely and pitiful worm.
However, his reason urged him to wait for a few minutes. It would be fine. Cui Hua was a top S rank and hadn't been hit directly. She could rely on her tenacious vitality to survive.
As long as he killed the Ancient Yao and succeeded, he could immediately receive a blood transfusion to treat her.
If he didn't eliminate such a powerful enemy now, would he have another chance in the future?
No, blood medicine couldn't save her. Cui Hua's current state was like a human with a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. If she wasn't treated in time, she could die at any time.
Li Xianyu subconsciously took out his wallet from his pocket and was stunned to find that it was empty. Only then did he remember that his wallet along with all the valuables inside had long been destroyed by the Ancient Yao.
I was already panicking, panicking out of my wits. He composed himself and said with a weak and hoarse voice, "San Wu, give me the syringe. Quickly give me the syringe."
"San Wu, don't give it to him," Cui Hua growled. Her voice was no longer clear and gentle. It was filled with the weakness and exhaustion of being at the end of the road.
San Wu sat cross-legged on Cui Hua's back. Her face was pale from blood loss and her arms were powerless. Blood flowed from her back and dyed Cui Hua's long fur red.
Only her eyes that reflected the sky and the sea were as clear as ever. They were empty and lacked emotion.
Her face was calm as she said, "Killing the enemy is the main goal. We shouldn't be emotional."
Damn you, kill the enemy. Li Xianyu violently pounced over to snatch the wallet from her pocket. However, his violent movements caused the organs and bones that had just recovered to rupture again and even separated from his body.
San Wu furrowed her brows and leaned back. She crossed her legs and twisted Li Xianyu's neck, fixing him on the cat's back.
"How heartless." Li Xianyu tried to struggle, but San Wu also had a pair of slender thighs. Physically and mentally exhausted, he could not resist at all, mainly because of the huge hole in his chest and abdomen. Even his spine was broken into two.
"Hey, San Wu, if I were the one dying, would you be sad?"
Li Xianyu's question was not answered. San Wu frowned slightly and did not speak. It was as if he did not want to answer, or as if he did not understand what sadness was.
"Sometimes, I really hate how heartless you are." Perhaps in this girl's heart, no one's death was worth her tears, including him.
It was stupid of him to try to leave his own footprint on such a blank piece of paper.
At that moment, Li Xianyu heard the crisp sound of a bullet piercing through a skull. It was right next to his ear.
By the ear
Li Xianyu turned his head stiffly and looked at Cui Hua. He saw the right side of her head that had been pierced by a bullet and saw her skull that had been lifted up. Her body spasmed as if she was on the verge of death. Then, a wisp of her soul quickly dissipated.
Cui Hua's huge body rushed out dozens of meters on the wind, then lost its strength and fell into the ocean.
During the process of falling, her five-meter long body quickly shrank and returned to her original appearance, a strong, beautiful, and majestic Chinese Garden Cat.
The Garden Cat's head was a bloody mess. Its amber eyes were wide open, and its amber pupils were dead and gray. It had long lost its vitality.
The cold seawater drowned Li Xianyu. His heart grew cold inch by inch. His pupils slowly dilated and lost their color.
"Li Xianyu!" A shout came from afar, and the light passenger ship quickly approached. On the deck stood a girl with a broken arm. She held a black sniper rifle in one hand. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her body was also stained with blood.
"Have you experienced the pain of losing someone important to you?" Sakurai Yukinako said in a morbid and crazy tone, "This is my revenge."
Her left arm that had been cut off had stopped bleeding.
Her fair face was also covered with a little dark green substance.
She looked like a girl who had been contaminated by the devil. Standing on the deck with the black sky as the background, and under her feet were undulating waves. Darkness, madness, and morbid excitement.
She did not die. It was Qing Shi's flesh and blood substance that pulled her back from the edge of death.
As a high-ranking member of the Tenjin Association, she naturally had this kind of substance. The flesh and blood substance and the sword energy of the Sword of Qi canceled each other out. Although the fight saved her life, it could not connect her broken arm.
But none of this was important. Compared to the joy of avenging a great hatred, a mere sacrifice was nothing.
In the Pantheon Temple, the Unparalleled War Soul killed her most cherished elder. Today, on this sea, she killed Li Xianyu's woman.
The surging waves swept Emerald's body away. Li Xianyu recovered from his sluggishness. He stretched out his hand to hold Emerald, held it in his arms, and hugged it tightly.
In his mind, the memory of this midsummer surged. In a small town along the coast of Jiangnan, in the lush green mountains, he met a majestic cat with its tail raised.
It was the god of the small town. It had enjoyed many years of treatment. This proud cat naively thought that with its past achievements, it could continue to eat incense.
But after a few generations, people had forgotten about it.
The small temple was deserted, and no one worshipped it. It wandered alone in the forest, angry at the ingratitude of human beings. At the same time, it was determined to recreate its past glory.
So it self-directed a rat infestation, but the residents of the small town did not panic at all. These days, every family had an endless surplus of food. Who would be afraid of this little rat infestation?
It waited nervously and expectantly in the mountains. What it waited for was not the incense of the small town residents, but a young man and woman doing a task.
It was beaten up and dejectedly planned to leave the small town. It set foot on her wandering life that had been interrupted for decades, just like the years when she had followed her master.
But the young man said, if you don't mind, we can be partners.
Li Xianyu held the cat in his arms tightly, bowed his head and kissed its bloody forehead. Tears fell silently.
Emerald had never owed him anything. The one who was really endlessly asking for it was him. He took her down the mountain and let her be passively involved in battles until the end of her life.
He changed the trajectory of Emerald's fate and dragged her into an irreversible abyss.
A gunshot broke Li Xianyu's sorrow. He felt that he had been violently knocked away. San Wu replaced his original position. The flesh and blood of his left shoulder suddenly burst, and broken bones scattered everywhere.
But even with such a heavy injury, she didn't even let out a groan.
Sakurai Yuenako missed her shot and was slightly stunned. She immediately raised the muzzle and was about to fire a second shot.
San Wu gave her a chance to lock on. His undamaged legs hooked around Li Xianyu's waist and quickly sank below the sea level with him.
Sakurai Yuenako fired a few shots in the direction where they disappeared. After waiting for a moment, there was no blood.
She turned her head and looked at the Poisonous Tail Ruler standing on the deck of the liner. Its body had been riddled with holes, but its posture was still upright. Sakurai Yuenako couldn't see its true state.
Sensing the gaze of his subordinates, the Poisonous Tail Ruler glanced over coldly.
At this moment, a cold feeling surfaced in her heart again. Sakurai Yuenako slowly shivered and lowered her head, not daring to look at the Poisonous Tail Ruler.
Li Xianyu was seriously injured, but it didn't go into the sea to chase after him. It was very likely that its condition was worse than Li Xianyu's.
Immediately, she dispelled the distracting thoughts in her heart and coldly ordered the driver in the cabin, "Get over there."
The branch family member of the Aoki family was trembling as he steered the passenger ship towards the place where Li Xianyu and San Wu disappeared. His face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't help but tremble.
The scene of Aokii Kurumi's tragic death echoed in his mind.
A few minutes ago, Sakurai Yuenako quietly climbed onto the passenger ship. Taking advantage of the gap in the defense, she stabbed Aokii Kurumi, who had recovered from his injuries but was still unconscious.
Facing the threat of such an expert, he had no confidence to resist, nor did he have the confidence to commit suicide.
"Even if she doesn't kill me, the Tokyo family will order me to commit suicide as an apology."
"It's too, too scary. What is that monster on the liner? The Unparalleled Fighting Soul is sealed, Li Xianyu is seriously injured, so many top experts died, and Miss Kurumi is also dead. I'm just a small character who isn't good at cultivation. Why, why did I get involved in a battle of this level?"
His mind was a mess, and he thought of many things. He even thought of joining the Tenjin Association to protect himself.
"Stop!"
Sakurai Yuenako stopped them when they were less than ten meters away from each other.
They were all seriously injured. Putting aside Li Xianyu, he had temporarily lost his combat power. San Wu looked like he was injured, and I shot him.
Therefore, they couldn't stay underwater for long in their current state.
Should I go underwater to look for him?
She was hesitant because she knew how difficult it was to deal with Li Xianyu. She was afraid that she would fail miserably and miss the victory that was already in her grasp.
At that moment, there was a slight 'puff' sound coming from the surface of the sea. Sakurai Yuenako reacted quickly and dodged to the side.
Puff!
It was the sound of a bullet piercing through flesh. A large caliber bullet hit her calf. Sakurai Yuenako wasn't a Blood Descendant with a strong physique. She thought that she could dodge the bullet, but she didn't have the time to activate her protective aura.
Precision Strike!
Just as the thought flashed through her mind, Sakurai Yuenako heard a 'puff' sound coming from the surface of the water. The bullet passed through the surging water and accurately shot towards her.
She couldn't dodge it. In front of Precision Strike, dodging was futile. She could only think of a way to block it.
Sakurai Yuenako ran toward the cabin while pulling out her wakizashi. She entered the cabin and closed the door. Two bullets pierced through the glass of the cabin door and chased after her.
Sakurai Yuenako kicked the thick glass coffee table to block the bullets.
Bang! The ten-meter-thick glass coffee table was covered in snowflake-like cracks. When it fell to the ground, it shattered into pieces.
More bullets came. Sakurai Yuenako either used the items in the cabin to block them or swung her wakizashi to cut the bullets in half.
Both of them used guns. San Wu's ability was different, but they achieved the same result. Her bullets could hide her aura, and it was difficult for an expert at the same level to capture her trajectory. She was a natural assassin.
On the other hand, San Wu's marksmanship was straightforward. He was the type that said, "I'm shooting at you, but you can't dodge." You could only block and not dodge, because the bullets would turn and lock onto you.
After dodging more than ten large-caliber bullets, Sakurai Yuenako heaved a sigh of relief. Although they were troublesome, they couldn't deal any real damage to me.
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