Chapter 138

"Don't let him use the clone technique to escape!" Master Shang Rong shouted, Dongfang Wuji is a master of the Seventh Heaven, very likely to escape just like the crafty and treacherous Chief Eunuch Zhang.

Duan Sheng held a sword in one hand and sent out a stream of true qi with the other; the true qi struck the space above Dongfang Wuji's head.

The others did the same, streams of true qi rained down from above, forming a closed barrier that tightly sealed off the area around Dongfang Wuji.

Dongfang Wuji could not escape.

"Hahaha! Do you really think this can bind this old man? You're nothing but spent forces!" Dongfang Wuji laughed without panic, pointing at Dong Hai, laughing madly, "I was born in Dong Hai! Dong Hai is my home!"

The barrier blocked Dongfang Wuji in all four directions; given his current condition, escaping via the clone technique is impossible. Even if he could fly, the sky is also sealed—who could get out?

"Old fool, prepare to die!" the Western Desert Sword Demon shouted, the fury in his heart having reached its peak.

"Kid, you really think you can do it?" Having said that, Dongfang Wuji sprang up from the ground and darted toward Dong Hai.

The barrier formed by those ten streams of true qi was surprisingly weak! Before it even glowed, Dongfang Wuji broke through it! No one knows where this strength of his comes from.

The swords, blades, fists, and palms behind Dongfang Wuji gave chase, but they fell just short.

Dongfang Wuji slipped like a crafty old fish, plunging into Dong Hai with a "plop." A few "glug-glug-glug" bubbles rose, and he vanished from sight.

Dongfang Wuji got away cleanly!

Boom!

Bang!

Thud! ……Ten powerful forces slammed into Dong Hai, the waves of Dong Hai churning nonstop! Logically, even if one were underwater, such force would pierce the body.

But he is Dongfang Wuji—no one knows if that is the outcome.

Everyone stood on the shore, panting and heavy-hearted, gazing at the turbulent waves of Dong Hai, afraid to move their eyes, lest they miss something.

"Damn it!" Master Shang Rong clenched her fists and said hatefully.

"Do you say he's dead?" Duan Sheng asked.

The Western Desert Sword Demon gripped his waist, his face flushed red, and replied uncertainly, "Probably……"

"At the very least, we can no longer sense his aura," said the Tiger Leopard.

Duan Sheng gave a wry smile and retorted, "Heh, you'd better hope he dies—feeding fish in Dong Hai isn't such a bad thing, is it?"

"I reckon, if he doesn't feed the fish, then soon we'll be the ones feeding them." The Western Desert Sword Demon joked, being a demon himself, he never imagined he'd fall so far behind.

"It's fine, I wonder how long he can hold his breath in this Dong Hai." Yanshan Hai said coldly, "We'll keep watch on him; if he makes any move, we'll kill him instantly. We'll cover the blind spots along this shore—I don't believe he can swim to the ends of the earth."

"Master Ye, Master Ye!" Ye Wuming heard someone calling him, he turned around—it was his familiar Chen Yi He—and he walked toward Chen Yi He.

"Master Ye, help me! Save her!" Chen Yi He pleaded with Ye Wuming, Dongfang Xing unconscious in his arms, as if in deep slumber, yet an eternal sleep that would never end.

Chen Yi He urged, "Help me, help me!"

"Put her down," Ye Wuming told Chen Yi He.

At this moment, the demonic aura on Dongfang Xing had long since vanished, no longer pitch-black; she was pure white like a porcelain doll, a sleeping porcelain doll.

She seemed like a person carved from the finest jade, meticulously shaped by the most exacting hands, bit by bit.

Whatever is carved will never have a heartbeat, no matter how skilled the carver.

Ye Wuming gazed at Dongfang Xing laid flat on the ground, couldn't help shaking his head; though he himself was gravely injured, he laboriously bent down and placed his hand on Dongfang Xing's pulse.

His deep-set eyes are Ye Wuming's hallmark; they gazed into the distance, but his heart was on Dongfang Xing. He was feeling, probing, seeking her heartbeat.

Ye Wuming had practiced medicine for decades; he never feared being unable to save someone, only feared encountering a broken heart.

Dongfang Xing's heart seemed also shattered, broken by a mighty force.

Yet that strong pulse lay hidden deep within, deep inside her tiny body.

"How is she?" Seeing Ye Wuming remain silent for a long time, Chen Yi He grew anxious and asked.

Ye Wuming's brows knit tightly, his face tense, the eyes that had been gazing far away gradually closed.

After a long while, Ye Wuming helplessly shook his head.

Chen Yi He sprang to his feet, grabbed Ye Wuming's collar, and demanded, "Master Ye, what does your shaking your head mean?"

Chen Yi He could barely bear it! After losing Long Yue, he could not afford to lose Dongfang Xing as well.

"No breath, no pulse, no heartbeat." Ye Wuming lifted his hand from Dongfang Xing's pulse, then also took his hand away from Chen Yi He, "She cannot be saved."

Chen Yi He immediately dropped to his knees before Ye Wuming, pleading, "Master Ye, can the Heartless Pill save her life, or is there any other method? As long as you name one, I'm willing to go through fire and water."

"It's not a problem that can be solved by your willingness to go through fire and water," Ye Wuming said to Chen Yi He seriously, "Even the Heartless Pill cannot save her; the meridians in her body have been severed by demonic energy. To save you, she forcibly awakened the demonic energy within herself, sacrificing her own life to preserve yours."

"Ah..." Chen Yi He was about to burst into tears; he was desperate.

However, just as Chen Yi He reached the depths of despair, Ye Wuming spoke again, "If you truly wish to revive her, it's not that there's no way."

"Then speak!" Chen Yi He flared up. In an instant, his hope returned.

"She is unlike Long Yue; Long Yue had his heart shattered by a sharp blade, and his cultivation was low, not comparable to hers." Ye Wuming pointed at Dongfang Xing and said, "Her body may appear soft and petite, but it is actually extraordinarily hard, just like her heart—resilient and strong. She can cling to an obsession that keeps her from dying completely. Therefore, she still has a chance to be saved."

"Please enlighten us, Master Ye."

Much time passed, yet there was still no reaction on the sea surface; Dongfang Wuji either drowned or swam far away.

The Western Desert Sword Demon had intended to dive into the water to pursue Dongfang Wuji, but Duan Sheng stopped him, saying, "In the water is the Dongfang Clan's home turf; if we rashly go in, we will surely die."

"Alas! Damn it!" the Western Desert Sword Demon seethed, retracting his sword.

This is also why everyone stood on the shore watching for a long time without entering the water.

"That kid is still here; let's go take a look." Nan Zhongyi pointed at Chen Yi He and said.