Chapter 2218 - 2207: A Presence Similar to the Beast Emperor

At this moment, Xiluo, with a disheveled face, was dashing forward under the moonlight. His pace was fast, yet his steps were staggered as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment.

As he hurried on, the delight of surviving a calamity was still fresh on his sullen face: "Phew... Never again will I pledge loyalty to that old fool, White Sky Venerable. If I wasn’t lucky this time, I would’ve already perished in that Human Sacrifice Tower."

Finishing his words, he glanced back fearfully, the towering Human Sacrifice Tower was becoming distant, almost out of sight. For some reason, Xiluo, with his notable Sub-Saint Realm Eighth Layer Heaven strength, didn’t notice the dark shadow squatting in the roadside bushes.

In the bush, the shadow in the Night Travel Robe was Nantong, sent by Beiming to monitor Xiluo’s actions. At this moment, Nantong held his breath and focused, as there was a noticeable gap in cultivation between him and Xiluo.

Seeing Xiluo disappear from his sight, Nantong muttered a few words, then his figure transformed into the wind, leaping through the bushes. Just as he turned his head, he saw a swift figure rushing towards the running Xiluo.

"Whoosh..."

Even while fleeing, Xiluo didn’t forget to stay alert. Feeling the strong wind behind him, his eyes widened, readying to turn around when a sharp pain struck his neck, causing him to slowly collapse.

"Hmph, useless fool, you can’t even handle a mere girl!"

Under the black robe, a sinister yet authoritative voice rang out starkly in the night. When the shadow slung Xiluo over his shoulder, a breeze blew past, lifting the straw hat to reveal an elderly, gaunt face.

Moving like the wind, the White Sky Venerable left behind a shadow of himself as he headed towards the White Sky Cave where he cultivated, carrying Xiluo.

"Bang!"

Back in the cave, the White Sky Venerable casually tossed Xiluo aside like garbage, removing his black robe to reveal a dirty, unidentifiable colored gown.

With a casual gesture, a force emanated from the White Sky Venerable’s fingertip, striking Xiluo, making him tremble violently as if struck by lightning.

In trembling convulsion, Xiluo, curled on the ground, weakly lifted his head to see the White Sky Venerable looming over him with a menacing expression.

Instantly, the pallor on Xiluo’s face deepened as he felt the knife-like pain within his body. He quickly pleaded, "Mercy, Venerable! I don’t know what I did to anger you so greatly!"

With a cold snort, this time, the White Sky Venerable didn’t retract his Elemental Power, glaring at Xiluo with eyes filled with intent to kill, he asked sternly: "I ask you, did Dongfang Ziyue grow disloyal and infiltrate the Human Sacrifice Tower?"

Faced with White Sky Venerable’s questioning, Xiluo was about to come clean but suddenly remembered Lin Zifeng’s murderous glare, startling him to shiver violently, he shook his head hastily and said, "No, when I entered the Human Sacrifice Tower, there was no one inside, so I called my men to guard it and went back to handle some affairs..."

Before his words were finished, White Sky Venerable’s eyes narrowed sharply, and a purple glow surged from the fingertip hidden in his sleeve, directly striking Xiluo’s right arm!

"Puft... Ah..."

The purple glow, like a knife, severed Xiluo’s right arm, causing a fountain of blood to gush at White Sky Venerable’s feet, as Xiluo let out a pained squeal and clutched his right arm while rolling around.

"The second question, and the last, where did you put the Blood Python Soul Devouring I bestowed upon you?" White Sky Venerable’s sinister tone was layered with the presence of a Saint expert, falling into Xiluo’s ears, shattering his soul.

For reasons unknown, even in such circumstances, Xiluo stubbornly gritted his teeth, his voice trembling as he said, "I... I was afraid of drawing attention, so I kept it at home. Venerable, if you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to check..."

"Puft..."

This time, without waiting for Xiluo to finish, White Sky Venerable sent out another purple glow, severing Xiluo’s remaining left arm from its root. However, this time Xiluo didn’t scream in pain, as the excruciating agony from his severed arms made his head loll back, fainting dead away.

Seeing this, White Sky Venerable, hands clasped behind his back, murmured darkly, "Hmph, useless trash, keeping you serves no purpose anymore, come out..."

As soon as his words fell, the Soul-devouring Demon Python, fully crimson, slowly squirmed out from the darkness behind White Sky Venerable, approaching the unconscious Xiluo, swiftly opened its gaping maw and swallowed Xiluo whole!

Despite the grisly scene, White Sky Venerable remained nonchalant, gently stroking the steel-like scales of the snake’s head with a faint smile on his face. The Soul-devouring Demon Python seemed to understand, flickering its scarlet tongue several times. On White Sky Venerable’s emaciated face, a look of ecstatic delight spread: "Hahaha... Good, after devouring this worthless Xiluo, I will just need to cultivate for another day to reach the Saint Peak, passing the Heavenly Tribulation is within reach..."

The sinister voice gradually echoed in the cave, uncomfortably sharp, until the joyous look faded from White Sky Venerable’s face, replaced by a devilish grin: "I don’t care who you are, being able to turn Xiluo against me, but by tomorrow, you’ll meet your end!"

Meanwhile, the "who" in White Sky Venerable’s mouth was leaning against a stone wall, looking ahead with a troubled expression.

"Ruoyun, have you thought of any solution? I’m getting frantic!" Lin Zifeng’s protective shield was showing more ripples and looked to be cracking, he couldn’t settle down, urgently urging Mu Ruoyun in deep thought.

To his surprise, Mu Ruoyun didn’t mind Lin Zifeng’s tone, but instead spoke gravely: "I somehow feel... the aura from this protective shield seems somewhat similar to yours, Zifeng."

Similar? Lin Zifeng arched his sword-like brows in response, displaying a hint of confusion and said, "Similar? How could that be possible? Such a resilient shield can’t possibly be created by someone of my Realm."

Lin Zifeng’s words held true, as the golden protective shield before them had endured the incessant Elemental Power assault from eighteen Saint experts for nearly half an hour, only now showing hints of cracking.

To withstand such prolonged attacks from eighteen Saint experts, the one who set up the shield must be at least a Thunder Tribulation Expert!

After a moment of silence, Mu Ruoyun spoke again, her tone even more serious, "I didn’t mean that, I mean, when I first saw this shield, the first thought that came to my God Realm perception was you, and the perception doesn’t lie, there’s some resemblance in the aura of this shield..."

Boom!

Her words echoed like an explosion in Lin Zifeng’s head. Similar to him? What did this mean?