Chapter 398: Don't You Think It's Too Late?

Tuan Tuan, supporting Chu Yuan, her little face flushed with anger, used all her strength to shout at Wu Luo:

"Big villain! You killed my master! And you falsely accused my Master!"

"You're filthy to death! Stinky to death! Completely rotten!"

Wu Luo's complexion was initially unsettled, but gradually settled into a twisted calm, even with a hint of exhilaration.

"It's me, so what?"

He calmly admitted, without any concealment: "It's good that you know."

"My Master is already senile!"

"Clearly I have the highest talent, and I am more adaptable than you, able to make the sect flourish!"

"But in his eyes, there's only you, the rigid, utterly pedantic senior brother!"

"I will use sorcery to control the Qi flow, seize the Mandate of Heaven and replace it!"

"You always talk about 'following the Dao of nature' and 'revering heaven and earth'! How laughable!"

Wu Luo spread his arms, slowly turned a circle: "Senior brother, look at everything here!"

"Can't this make you understand that I am the one who is right?"

"In this world, besides me Wu Luo, who else could think of making two Formations merge into one, sharing the killing aura?"

"It is I! I laid this exquisitely marvelous Formation!"

"It is I! About to seize the greatest Qi flow in the world!"

"And you!"

He looked contemptuously at Chu Yuan on the ground, and at that little brat glaring at him: "Your cultivation is utterly wasted, barely clinging to life!"

"The disciple you took in is nothing but prey that I will soon devour!"

"Senior brother, you and I have argued all our lives, and in the end you lost, completely and utterly!"

"You're talking nonsense! My Master never lost!" Tuan Tuan clung tightly to Chu Yuan's embrace, loudly retorting.

Chu Yuan looked at the demon-like Wu Luo, the sorrow and anger in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only deep fatigue and melancholy.

He gently said: "Tuan Tuan, listen carefully."

"Okay!" Tuan Tuan perked up, listening attentively.

"He has spent his life snatching Qi flow, committing every possible evil."

"Just now he used a vile technique, forcibly triggering the Formation, its core already polluted and unstable."

"Your master had seen his depraved conduct back then, so before his death he told me."

Wu Luo was shocked: "Master? What did he tell you?"

Tuan Tuan glared and shouted: "Why are you so loud? My Master is talking to me, what does it have to do with you?"

Chu Yuan's lips curled upward: "My little disciple, you never take even a single loss."

He continued: "Your master told me his weakness is three inches below his left shoulder."

"If he attacks you, remember not to worry about anything else, just strike that spot fiercely!"

Wu Luo, hearing this, gritted his teeth: "Master, you are so biased!"

"The All-Phenomena Key I gave you, Master, is not a magical artifact that just anyone can use."

"Only one who can discern cause and effect with it can make it serve one's own purpose."

"You must calm yourself, and, like you use those broken trinkets, drive it with the purest intention."

"Whatever you want it to do, just tell it."

Tuan Tuan turned her head toward Wu Luo's left shoulder: "Understood, Master!"

Wu Luo's eyes widened: "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

"Do you really expect that, with just a few words, a little girl who hasn't cultivated a day could defeat me?"

He seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke in the world, laughing until his belly ached: "Hahaha..."

"Senior brother, even if you know my weakness, so what?"

"You only teach me now; don't you think it's too late?"

"Even if this little girl has extraordinary talent and astonishing Qi flow, can she learn instantly and use it to defeat me?"

Tuan Tuan lifted her head, the tear tracks on her little face still wet, but her eyes shone unusually bright: "How do you know I can't?"

"You big villain! I will defeat you!"

She gripped the All-Phenomena Key tightly, staring dead at Wu Luo.

Little key, hear my command, help me strike this big villain!

A beam of light rose again from the All-Phenomena Key, swiftly splitting into countless fine threads.

Gradually, more golden threads swirled around her, gently wavering with her will.

She raised her tiny hand, countless golden threads converging at her fingertip, pointing forcefully at Wu Luo's left shoulder.

"Little key, strike the big villain's left shoulder!"

The golden threads from her fingertip surged with a boom, rushing toward Wu Luo!

"Uh?"

Wu Luo's snicker froze instantly.

The golden threads shot swiftly through his left shoulder, bringing a strange stabbing pain.

Wu Luo felt his power suddenly stall for the first time, as if a smooth river had been abruptly clogged with countless sands!

He looked at Tuan Tuan in surprise: "How did you do that?"

"That All-Phenomena Key is just a little gadget that can see cause and effect."

"Do you want to learn? On what right should I tell you?"

Her strike paid off, her spirits lifted, and her small hand kept waving at Wu Luo.

Though she had no technique, she could command countless golden threads, constantly striking and entangling Wu Luo's soul body—especially his most vital weak point, his left shoulder!

Wu Luo was both startled and angry; the Myriad Symbols Spoon was not a weapon for harming people, and these golden threads themselves were not strongly offensive, but they were extremely annoying.

Wu Luo quickly raised his hand, and the black mist rising from his palm instantly transformed into countless weapons; just as he was about to counterattack, the weapons vanished.

His soul power was continually disrupted by the countless golden threads swarming over him—stopping, starting, stopping, starting again.

After great effort he managed to unleash a weapon, but it was immediately blocked by another incoming wave of golden threads.

Like wearing fine robes yet crawling with fleas, Wu Luo's abilities, due to his interrupted soul power, could exert at most twenty percent of their full potential!

For a moment, within the Soul Realm, golden light and black mist entwined, while childish cries and ragged, angry roars intertwined.

The esteemed National Preceptor of Da Xia actually found himself evenly matched with a little girl who had only just received a few pointers and an ordinary magical implement in her hand!

Chu Yuan gazed at the tiny figure frantically waving her arms; on his pale, translucent face, a profoundly relieved smile slowly appeared.

His little disciple was defending him, locked in combat with his extraordinarily gifted junior fellow disciple who had cultivated all his life.

Yet outside the Soul Realm, the fate of the battlefield still hung by a thread.

The Gathering Killing Formation not only drained the soldiers' strength, but also eroded their will.

Under the increasingly frenzied assault of the Da Xia army, the defensive line had been torn in many places, and only by fighting desperately did countless people barely maintain the formation.

Xiao Yuanhang and Jifeng stood back to back—one's spear thrust like a dragon, the other's blade light like snow—while the corpses of surrounding enemies piled up into a low wall.

Yet the enemy surge showed no end, and both were drenched in blood, breathing heavily.

"Damn it! Prince Ning, you said this ghost formation—" Jifeng wiped blood splattered on his face, spat, and said, "Why won't it end?!"

Xiao Yuanhang speared an oncoming enemy soldier: "You Great Khan may have only been in power a few days, but I, the prince, will see you safely back to the steppes no matter what!"

Jifeng watched the endless stream of enemy soldiers: "This Great Khan makes me feel awful all over! I'd rather be hacking people here than endure this!"

Heroes admire heroes, and the two exchanged a smile.