This battle came unexpectedly, and Lu Ye didnât even know who his opponent was. But from the moment he followed Da Huâs figure into the fray, the outcome of this struggle was sealedâeither he would die, or the other would.
In the cultivation world, there was no room for reason; cultivation realm was the only truth. It was clear that a cultivator at the second level of the Spirit Stream realm wouldnât be able to reason with others, and he might even put himself in danger.
After he made his move, he killed two of the opponents, and the situation had escalated to a life-or-death struggle.
Although Zhang Shi had taken a Heavenly Oath, promising to let the matter drop if Lu Ye released the young master, that was just his personal vow!
One must understand that the young master captured by Lu Ye was from a sect. Such a person, after suffering such a great loss, would not let the matter rest, even if Lu Ye forced him to take a Heavenly Oath. Behind him was an entire sect, and others would not be bound by the Heavenly Oath.
The most likely outcome would be that Lu Ye would be hunted down by the entire sect.
To avoid such a result, there was only one way.
Annihilate them all!
Four cultivators, two dead, one severely injured. The young masterâs neck was cut open by a long saber, blood gushing out like a fountain. He raised his hand to cover his neck, but it was of little use.
At the same time as Zhang Shiâs angry roar, Lu Ye had already kicked the young master in the back, sending him flying toward Zhang Wu.
"Save me!" the young master screamed as he fell through the air.
Seeing the young master hurtling toward him, and vaguely aware of Lu Yeâs attack from behind, Zhang Wu was momentarily at a loss.
If he didnât catch the young master, the young master would certainly fall to the ground, worsening his injuries and possibly leading to his death. At the moment, although the young masterâs neck was cut, the attacker had been precise, and if he received timely help, he might still be saved.
But if he caught the young master, he wouldnât be able to defend against the attack!
In that split second of hesitation, Zhang Wu felt the cunning of his enemy.
He finally didnât dare let the young master fall. If he failed to protect the young master, punishment was inevitable, but as long as the young master lived, he wouldnât have to die.
If the young master died, he would have no chance of survival.
Zhang Wu held two curved sabers in his hands, stepped forward, and caught the flying young master while activating his protective spiritual energy.
He had already assessed the opponentâs cultivation level, which was only at the second level of the Spirit Stream realm. His own cultivation at the fourth level was much stronger, and he was confident that even if the opponent attacked, his protective spiritual energy could withstand it.
Thud...
The sound of the long saber piercing flesh echoed. The young masterâs eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he let out a scream of intense pain as he was just caught by Zhang Wu.
Zhang Wuâs pupils contracted to the extreme as he saw the long saber pierce through the young masterâs chest, heading straight for him.
He fully activated his protective spiritual energy.
If he had seen how Lu Ye broke through the body cultivatorâs defense, he wouldnât have been so blindly confident. Unfortunately, he had been fighting Da Hu and hadnât seen how the body cultivator died.
A flash of light glinted on the blade, enhanced by sharp spiritual patterns. The protective spiritual energy of a fourth-level Spirit Stream cultivator couldnât withstand this sharp blow, and it was only slightly hindered before being pierced.
Zhang Wu felt the pain in his chest. In the critical moment, he arched his body to avoid the saber piercing deeper.
At the same time, he released the young master, crossed his two curved sabers, and blocked the long saber.
The blade had pierced three inches into the flesh and couldnât go any deeper. Zhang Wu let out a long breath, thinking he had blocked the attack, but then he felt a strong wind from behind.
"Damn!" Zhang Wu immediately realized what was happening. Although the opponent was only one person, there was also a large white tiger. The one attacking from behind must be the tiger.
Just as he was about to react, a heavy weight pressed down on his shoulder, and a fierce howl echoed in his ears, momentarily distracting him.
The young master, who was held between them, was still alive. He faced Zhang Wu, his mouth wide open, watching as the delicate spirit body of Yi Yi pounced on Zhang Wuâs back and screamed in his ear.
Then, the large tiger pounced, its front paws slamming into Zhang Wuâs back.
The overwhelming force made Zhang Wuâs arched body straighten, and he took a few steps forward. A tearing sound was heard as the long saber pierced through his chest and emerged from the other side!
With the successful strike, Lu Ye immediately pulled the saber out and leaped back. The tiger, which had pounced from behind, also nimbly retreated several yards.
Almost as soon as the tiger retreated, Zhang Wu swung his two sabers backward, but they only struck empty air.
He staggered back a few steps, his body weakening, and he quickly used his sabers to prop himself up, avoiding a fall to his knees.
Lu Ye looked at the wound on Zhang Wuâs chest, his brows furrowing. He had aimed for the heart, but the strike was off, and it didnât immediately kill the opponent.
When Lu Ye pulled the saber out and Zhang Wu staggered back, the young master, who had been held between them, fell to the ground, his blood staining the earth. His body twitched a few times and then lay still.
Zhang Wu, at this moment, had no time to check if the young master was alive or dead. He knew he was likely to die here today!
A fourth-level Spirit Stream cultivator, and he had been overwhelmed by a second-level Spirit Stream cultivator and a large tiger in just a few moments...
If he hadnât experienced it himself, he wouldnât have believed it.
What kind of quality was the spiritual weapon in the opponentâs hand? It could pierce through his protective spiritual energy with a single strike!
Feeling his injuries, Zhang Wu knew he was doomed. Although he wouldnât die immediately, if the injuries werenât treated promptly, they would only worsen. And given the ruthless nature of the opponent, he clearly wouldnât let him leave alive.
He took a few breaths, raised one hand to press on the back of the other, and a faint red light appeared on his hand.
Lu Ye watched him warily. In his mind, Zhang Wu was already severely injured, and there was no need to fight him head-on. He just needed to bide his time, and eventually, he would finish him off.
But when he saw the red light on Zhang Wuâs hand, he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding!
"Amber!" Lu Ye shouted as he charged at Zhang Wu with his saber.
Zhang Wu quickly stood up, his body unsteady, blood gushing from his chest, but he grinned ferociously: "The Nine Stars Sect will not let you off. You are dead!"
Lu Ye swung his saber, and Zhang Wu blocked it with his two sabers. However, he couldnât defend against the tiger that pounced from the side. The tiger bit into Zhang Wuâs thigh, tearing off a large piece of flesh.
Yi Yi also emerged, clinging to Zhang Wuâs back and screeching, trying to play her part.
The tiger, having bitten off a piece of flesh, was kicked away by Zhang Wu. Yi Yi, clinging to his back, was thrown off by his protective spiritual energy. Zhang Wu crossed his sabers, causing Lu Ye to lose his balance. Although he quickly regained it, a flash of the tigerâs blade appeared before his eyes.