Chapter 995: A Letter of Guarantee? (Third Update)

“Puff!!”

An astonishing number of fish surged from the lake bottom, their emergence thunderous.

“Ah!” The Iron Flower Sect Mistress cried out, instantly swept airborne by the fish swarm—her speed and momentum flung her diagonally into the sky.

And high above, a golden giant palm materialized.

The Wu Jifeng·Da Feng Tang forces have arrived to reinforce!

From this alone, it’s clear that the First-Class Divine Art of the Wu Seng lineage surpasses the Second-Class Divine Art of the Dongting Sect.

At least, it’s far more flexible!

The Dongting Sect’s Shocking Thunder Divine Spear could only gather beneath the churning sea of clouds, and was thoroughly blocked by countless Heaven-Roof Umbrellas, lotus petals, and lotus leaves.

But the Wu Seng Sect’s Great Golden Heavenly Monk Palm could be summoned midair, forming beneath the Heaven-Roof Umbrellas.

In fact, on this extraordinarily unique battlefield, the Dongting Sect wasn’t the only one restricted.

Gao Yunyan’s Western Desert Divine Axe and Deng Yuxiang’s Night Phantom Evil Blade were both barred outright.

“Hah!” The Iron Flower Sect Mistress fought desperately.

She snatched at the air, summoning a phantom Fangtian Huaji spear to thrust upward at the giant palm.

“Crack!”

The Divine Art·Shocking Thunder Spear shattered instantly.

The Iron Flower Sect Mistress clenched her teeth tightly—she never expected the Shocking Thunder Spear to pierce the golden palm; she merely sought to use it as a pole to avoid direct contact between her flesh and the giant hand.

Yet how terrifying was the output of the Wu Seng lineage?

The Sea-Rank Shocking Thunder Spear snapped cleanly and utterly!

The Iron Flower Sect Mistress did not lose heart. She fixed her gaze on the palm’s patterns, bracing herself mentally, attempting to step onto the center of the golden palm to leap away—yet in the next instant:

“Shatter!” He Qi’s left hand held the Wind Barrier Jewel, using the artifact to fly high as his raised right hand slammed downward.

“No!!”

The Iron Flower Sect Mistress’s pupils shrank to needle-points!

The golden palm’s descent accelerated abruptly—her carefully placed feet were crushed under its crushing weight.

“Crack!!”

The Iron Flower Sect Mistress’s Shocking Thunder Armor shattered violently; the giant palm crushed her down into the lake surface.

At the same moment, a terrifying energy surge erupted from below.

Vast numbers of fish surged from the lake bottom, racing straight toward the golden palm’s center.

In that instant, the Iron Flower Sect Mistress felt the entire world slow to a crawl.

Even others’ shouts were stretched out, elongated beyond measure.

“Lü Zongzhu! You’re not that enduring, are you?” Lu Ran’s eyes glowed gold and crimson. “Is this all you’ve got? Still dare to take four wives?”

As he spoke, the descending giant palm and the ascending fish swarm met midair.

The deafening explosions failed to fully drown out Lu Ran’s words.

Everyone: “...”

No one expected such a remark to be uttered on this ferocious, life-or-death battlefield.

He wasn’t merely spouting empty insults.

Whether or not Lu Xiao was blinded by rage, Lu Ran intended to ensure the man kept exchanging cannon fire with him.

As for endurance, Lu Ran hadn’t even coughed—he was a bit drained himself.

The divine power bead necklace around his neck had long since been drained dry.

Lu Ran could still freely manifest his Divine Weapon Domain because the artifact·Flaming Phoenix Pattern Gourd hidden beneath his wide white robe was frantically replenishing his divine power.

Drinking directly from the gourd was Lu Ran’s attitude toward a life of war and mortal combat.

Not using the divine gourd and instead letting Little Chifeng directly pour divine power into his body wasn’t due to insufficient resolve.

It was simply that he had no free hand.

Speaking of which, Little Chifeng could supply divine power, but not physical strength.

But it didn’t matter—Lu Ran still had a Sea-Rank master physician!

One after another, Longsheng Carp swam skyward, pouring vast quantities of vitality into Lu Ran.

In the world of gods and demons, vitality had broad implications—such as accelerated self-healing, or recovery of stamina and physical strength.

“You little brat! I’ll tear you into a thousand pieces!” Lu Xiao seethed with hatred for Lu Ran.

A Sea-Rank ant should crawl and tremble beneath his feet!

Just like this morning, before departure, when he crushed the skull of a Tiger Beard Hall member beneath his foot, slowly grinding the lowly creature to death.

“Old fool! You’re this weak, can’t even steal a woman—still think you can kill?” Lu Ran gripped his blade tighter; a brilliant streak of radiant light surged again from the blade’s tip.

Everyone, including He Yingcai, was utterly stunned.

The Sect Master’s mouth...

It’s like he swallowed honey~!

In contrast, Jiang Ruyi and Deng Yuxiang felt nothing unusual.

They knew far too well how vile this man’s tongue could be.

Then again, for Lu Ran to unleash his full firepower and use words to disrupt his enemy, Lu Xiao must be quite the figure...

“Kill!” Lu Xiao’s eyes burned red. “Everyone, kill this little brat!”

Some people, having held high positions too long, truly cannot come down.

The proud, arrogant Dongting believer Lu Xiao clearly had a fatal flaw.

Or perhaps... hmm, was he poisoned by the gods?

Regardless, in this Holy Spirit Mountain, as Sect Master, he had long regarded himself as the god who controlled all fates.

Repeatedly provoked, repeatedly thwarted—how could he endure such humiliation?

With this order issued, the soldiers of the Shocking Thunder Mountain on the battlefield hesitated.

Some Dongting disciples instinctively obeyed—it was a reflex built over years; the Sect Master’s words were divine edicts.

Others hesitated.

On other islands, the Shocking Thunder Sect could dominate, using absolute speed and close-combat techniques to seize battlefield advantage.

Slowly devouring the Thousand Boats Alliance.

But that island in the northern part of Mist Rain Lake...

It was like a beast that devoured lives!

Send one, die one!

Send a group, wipe out a squad!

That should have been the battlefield between the Shocking Thunder Sect Master and the Lu Menzhu—the clash of two elite elites.

The Sea-Rank peak·Zongzhu Lu should crush the Sea-Rank·Lu Menzhu, then lead Shocking Thunder Mountain to smash through the Thousand Boats Alliance.

But now, Zongzhu Lu had been repeatedly thwarted—and now he must dispatch all his generals to charge in?

Send Sea-Rank men to their deaths?

Even if Sea-Rank men went, wouldn’t they be swallowed by the renewed sandstorm?

“Boom!!”

On the battlefield, the two absolute elites continued their furious exchange—neither could overcome the other.

Amid the terrifying explosions, Yu Changsheng’s voice suddenly rang out: “Third Madam!”

Lu’s Third Madam’s eyes sharpened!

She was startled—suddenly called out like this.

Since Lu Xiao activated his Divine Weapon Domain, she had been flying just behind and below him; to others, she appeared to be diligently guarding the Sect Master.

But Yu Changsheng was far too perceptive.

Her every action revealed her inner turmoil.

“Kill him, Third Madam,” Yu Changsheng called out, half his body exposed above the lake. “I guarantee, the Lu Men will give you a place to settle!”

What kind of place to settle?

Yu Changsheng believed the stone statues in his Sect Master’s sculpture garden were perfect places for a soul to rest.

Lu’s Third Madam: !!!

Lu Xiao’s temple veins bulged—what he feared most had come to pass.

Lu Zongzhu was especially sensitive about this—he glared furiously at the Third Madam: “Li Yanrong, dare you?!”

Yu Changsheng pressed on: “Zongzhu Lu is incompetent and foolish, having sat on his throne too long, obsessed only with his own pride, willing to ruin the battle! [92] He doesn’t care about his subordinates’ lives or the war’s outcome—his heart holds only petty pride. How pitiful! [93] Third Madam, you know full well—even if you return, you’ll still bear the brunt of his impotent rage.”

He didn’t care if his men lived or died, didn’t care if the war was won or lost—his heart held only petty pride, utterly tragic!

Third Lady, you know full well that even if you truly returned, you’d still bear the brunt of his incompetence-fueled rage.

Li Yanrong (Third Madam) remained silent, gripping her divine weapon tightly.

Lu Xiao was nearly exploding with rage!

The Lu Men’s dog brats were inciting mutiny on the battlefield!

And they were targeting his third wife?!

“Whoosh!!”

High above, a golden giant palm suddenly appeared—directly above Lu Xiao’s head.

A dull “thud” echoed.

He Qiwen landed steadily on the island directly beneath Lu Ran, then slammed his raised right hand downward with force.

At this, Lu Xiao dared not continue his arrogance.

The Divine Weapon Domain: Purple Thunder Tyrant Dragon indeed carried a defensive effect, with purple currents constantly flickering within a hundred-meter radius.

Anyone attempting to break in—including any divine techniques—would be rendered numb and charred by the lightning.

But facing the Grand Technique of the First-Rank Divine, the Wu Seng sect, Lu Xiao, already drained, decisively swung his halberd sideways.

“Zong!!” The Purple Thunder Tyrant Dragon Halberr trembled violently, as if deeply displeased with Lu Xiao’s choice.

Divine weapons recognize their masters, but they also have personalities.

Take the Serene Night Blade, which prefers stillness—if Lu Ran kept chattering to it, even if it had sworn allegiance, it would eventually snap and strike him hard.

The Purple Thunder Tyrant Dragon Halberd, clearly, was of a domineering type.

Retreat?

Such a thing had no place in its record!

“Tyrant!” Lu Xiao roared, trying to stabilize the divine weapon’s mood.

He reacted with astonishing speed, immediately drawing his waist-bound Divine Weapon: Son of Heaven Sword, and flying far away to evade the onslaught.

“Hmph.” He Qiwen let out a cold snort—finally, he could unleash his full strength.

From start to finish, no Dongting disciple had gone to reinforce the western frontline guarded by Dafeng Hall.

“Boom!!”

The golden hand crashed heavily into the ground; the earth along the northern shore of Yanyu Lake shook violently, dust flying everywhere.

Too bad Lu Xiao dodged with incredible speed!

The Great Golden Tianseng Palm hadn’t even grazed him—but it didn’t matter.

The Purple Thunder Tyrant Dragon finally dissipated; streaks of radiant light shot outward, controlled by Lu Ran to hunt down enemies.

He only needed to coordinate!

He Qiwen frantically drained the divine power from the necklace of divine power beads around his neck, his eyes locked tightly on his enemy.

“Third Lady, stop him!” Yu Changsheng shouted. “This is your moment to submit your token of loyalty!”

“Master, don’t listen to that man’s provocation!” Li Yanrong cried out. “Come, I’ll protect you and help you retreat!”

Lu Xiao’s eyes blazed with anger as he glanced at the wife trying to prove her loyalty.

Deep within his heart, a flicker of wariness rose.

Yu Changsheng’s tactic of inciting mutiny on the battlefield wasn’t aimed solely at Third Lady Lu.

Whether this scheme succeeded or failed, it had already driven a wedge between the two of them.

On the battlefield, soldiers losing trust in each other was a grave taboo. This pair would inevitably reveal a weakness.

Perhaps Third Lady needed an opportunity—or perhaps she needed a spark.

Yu Changsheng flung two Longlife Carps toward Lu Ran’s direction, but suddenly realized the environment had changed.

Meanwhile, on Tianya Island in the center of Yanyu Lake.

“Send a unit to reinforce the north! Go—” The Tianya Island Master’s voice cut off as he suddenly felt a terrifying surge of energy emanating from beneath the island.

What is this?

The Tianya Island Master was both startled and elated!

Had the Alliance Master, Yun Qianzhou, successfully broken through his cultivation bottleneck and entered advancement mode?

Yes, Yun Qianzhou was not at the very center of Yanyu Lake—Qianzhou Island—but deep underground, in a meditation chamber beneath Tianya Island.

“Huuu!!”

The sudden, violent surge of energy startled everyone.

Lu Men soldier Xue Fengchen ascended from Jiang Realm to Hai Realm, summoning swirling mist tornadoes that shrouded Fuyao Island within a three-hundred-meter radius in thick fog.

But compared to Yun Qianzhou’s advancement—

It was a drop in the ocean!

Infinite fog surged through heaven and earth.

In barely a few seconds, the entire Yanyu Lake was engulfed in mist.

Is this the scale of a Hai Realm cultivator ascending to Tian Realm?

“What the—?” Lu Ran was stunned.

He was clearly in the northern part of Yanyu Lake, yet his figure was swiftly swallowed by the thick fog.

Wait—

Fog?

Fog so dense you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face?

Four characters flashed through Lu Ran’s mind—Hunting Time!

“Puh~ Puh~”

Lu Ran was struck by two Hai-grade Longlife Carps, replenishing his strength.

He canceled his Divine Weapon Domain, reached out casually, and the Chifeng-patterned gourd at his waist flew automatically into his hand.

“Gulps, gulps.”

Lu Ran tilted his head and drank deeply, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Old bastard!

If you escape Yanyu Lake today, I’ll never call myself Rengou!

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