Chapter 109: Hatred (2)

Jun Wuya, Ao Lie, and Feng Qinger, relying on the final instinctive protection of their Sacred Artifacts, were once again violently thrown back.

The Sacred Artifacts wailed, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood; their injuries were worsened, and they barely had the strength to stand.

Ao Kun was also caught by the edge of the explosion, making it grimace in pain as several of its dragon scales were scorched black:

"Ouch! Killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of your own, big brother."

"Could you please give a heads-up next time you use a big move?"

"The Dragon Lord’s beautiful scales are almost burned bald by you."

After the explosion, the only ones left breathing in the field were the dying Jun Wuya trio and some Transcendence Realm Cultivators.

Ao Kun had suffered greatly, lying on the ground moaning.

And Chen Chuan, after forcibly unleashing this second Four-Colored Fire Lotus, had finally completely exhausted all his power.

His Aura was weak to the extreme; he couldn’t even move a finger.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Jun Wuya struggled, using his broken Ancient Sword to prop up his body.

Looking at the fallen Chen Chuan, Jun Wuya’s eyes were filled with malice and the madness of a survivor:

"What methods do you have left now? Go ahead and use them."

Ao Lie and Feng Qinger also managed to crawl up; the three looked at each other and saw the determination in each other’s eyes.

They gathered their last bit of spiritual power, activated their killing moves, and struck together toward the motionless Chen Chuan on the ground.

"No!"

Ji Siyu let out a heart-wrenching cry, desperately slamming against the invisible barrier around her, but she couldn’t break through at all.

Under Ji Siyu’s despairing gaze, the several attacks landed squarely on Chen Chuan without any fanfare.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull thud.

Chen Chuan’s body instantly turned into a sky full of light spots in that intertwined power, dissipating into the air.

In the end, not even a trace was left; he was truly reduced to nothing.

"Chen Chuan!"

Ji Siyu’s crying stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the place where Chen Chuan had disappeared; the whole world seemed to have lost its color.

In the next moment, a towering chill erupted from her body.

Her eyes became hollow and cold, as if containing eternal ice.

She stared fixedly at everyone present, her voice dripping with cold killing intent:

"I will remember every one of your faces! For today’s grudge... one day, I will make you pay in blood."

That cold killing intent made the lucky survivors shudder, a chill rising inexplicably from the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh, my dear mother! Big brother! You’re just gone like that?"

Seeing Chen Chuan completely annihilated, Ao Kun was stunned.

It wasn’t that sad; it was mainly because the Dragon Essence was gone.

"My Dragon Essence! It’s all over; the Dragon Essence I worked so hard to condense is gone with him."

"Now, returning to the Peak will take forever. This is a huge loss."

Looking around again, Jun Wuya and those guys were almost finished.

But their eyes were already scanning it, the lone and injured dragon, with ill intent.

Ao Kun’s heart skipped a beat: "Damn it, time to run."

It didn’t dare stay any longer, enduring the pain as it used all four dragon claws to scramble and crawl.

It rushed out of the Ice Palace at its fastest speed and vanished instantly.

Jun Wuya and the others were indeed unable to pursue a dragon that was intent on escaping.

Their gaze soon focused back on the altar.

On Ji Siyu, who seemed to have lost all Life Qi, leaving only cold hatred.

The Divine Pills were still on her!

Although heavily injured, they felt that dealing with a First Level of the Void Breaking Realm woman was still more than enough.

Greed rose again in their eyes as they struggled to approach the altar step by step.

Just at this critical moment.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several powerful Auras suddenly descended at the entrance of the ruined hall.

Led by Gu Yue, the people of the Tianyu Divine Dynasty returned; they were in perfect condition, their Auras at their Peak.

Seeing Gu Yue and the others, the faces of Jun Wuya’s group instantly became extremely ugly.

"Princess Gu Yue, what is the meaning of this?" Jun Wuya forced himself to be calm and said deeply:

"The matter here is settled; that kid is dead."

"As for the Divine Pills on the altar, we are willing to give the Princess five; the remaining five will be split equally among us. How about it?"

He tried to stabilize Gu Yue with benefits.

However, Gu Yue didn’t even look at them.

Her gaze went straight past the crowd and landed on the isolated and helpless Ji Siyu on the altar.

"Young lady." Gu Yue’s voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable power:

"This place is dangerous. Are you willing to leave with me?"

"I, Gu Yue, guarantee in the name of the Tianyu Divine Dynasty that I will keep you safe."

Hearing that Gu Yue actually wanted to take Ji Siyu away, the Jun Wuya trio immediately became anxious.

"Gu Yue! Do you intend to become our enemy?" Ao Lie shouted angrily.

Feng Qinger also said coldly:

"This person has a deep-seated grudge with us. If you insist on taking her away, you will be offending three Immortal Forces at once. You should think clearly about the consequences."

Facing the threats of the three, Gu Yue’s expression remained indifferent.

She slowly turned around, her gaze calmly sweeping over the three disheveled individuals, a faint mocking smile even appearing on her lips:

"If the three of you were in your prime, those words might have some weight."

"As for now, if you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end."

Behind her, several experts of the Tianyu Divine Dynasty took a step forward simultaneously.

The Aura of the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm was released without reservation, creating a powerful sense of pressure.

Jun Wuya and the others were so angry they were shaking, their faces ashen, wishing they could swallow Gu Yue alive.

But they knew even better that in their current state, if they fought, it would definitely be a dead end.

All the anger and resentment could only turn into powerless silence in the end.

Ji Siyu raised her hollow eyes to look at Gu Yue.

She could feel that Gu Yue had no ill will toward her.

She glanced again at the place where Chen Chuan had disappeared, the belief in her heart to avenge Chen Chuan burning like fire.

I cannot die.

I must live on.

Only by living can I become strong and avenge him.

Perhaps in the future, I can find a glimmer of hope related to him.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her surging grief, and slowly nodded to Gu Yue.

Her voice was raspy but firm: "I... am willing to go with you."

A smile appeared on Gu Yue’s face: "A wise choice."

Under the almost flaming gazes of Jun Wuya and the others, Ji Siyu walked down from the altar step by step.

Finally, following Gu Yue and the experts of the Tianyu Divine Dynasty, she left this cold palace filled with blood and sorrow.