Chapter 251: Rushing to the New Battlefield

Get lost! Xu Jia's words hadn't even fallen before he flung Chen Yi He over with a single sword thrust.

At that moment, Chen Yi He noticed Xu Jia's eyes; besides being filled with many tangled hatreds, they did not roll back, "It seems he is not controlled by the Heavenly Dao people." The next instant, Chen Yi He was struck by the sword and fell to the ground.

"Bold madman!" The Little Palace Master rose, her ten slender fingers pinning ten silver-white needles, obviously she had aroused killing intent.

After all, she and Chen Yi He are now on the same side.

"Don't!" Chen Yi He hurriedly urged the Little Palace Master, "It's just a minor injury."

"Chen Yi He, you are not worthy to be our brother..." Xu Jia finally spoke. The cruelty on his face had already solidified the air around him, freezing cold, like someone who had just walked out after being sealed in an ice cellar for thousands of years.

"Why?" Chen Yi He asked.

"Hehe, I and the Dragon King fought death and life to send you into the Thousandfold Gate, yet you came back alone. You told me the Dragon King died… but he is now lying alive before us." Xu Jia said to Chen Yi He.

"Shouldn't you ask about the origins?" Chen Yi He countered.

"Origins? I only look at the result."

"If you still have a shred of trust in me, please believe me—I have always been your brother."

"Sorry, I don't trust you." Xu Jia said his words coldly and ruthlessly.

After a great battle, the battlefield looked desolate; the molten lava in the distance had stopped spreading, but the scorching heat was already unbearable. Wu Rong also couldn't clean up this mess.

Chen Yi He didn't know how to speak next. Xu Jia also didn't give him a chance to speak.

Xu Jia checked the Dragon King's pulse; it seemed his life had stabilized, so he lifted the Dragon King up, saying, "You didn't deliver a killing blow, I thank you; but if you had, I might have to settle accounts with you… our brotherhood is long over, so don't bother me anymore. I will guide the Dragon King onto the righteous path—no need for you to worry."

Xu Jia continued, "Next time we meet, we will be enemies."

Chen Yi He asked Xu Jia, "Where are you taking the Dragon King? He is now suffering torment from the Heavenly Dao; taking him away may not improve the situation."

"None of your business!" Xu Jia said coldly. Soon he took the Dragon King and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Chen Yi He couldn't stop him; he had many worries, not knowing where Xu Jia's cultivation came from—from a thief with no strength to a master at least at the sixth heaven layer, nor how much Xu Jia's temperament had changed; he should pay more attention, starting from their last parting.

Everything, everything, too many things, have confused Chen Yi He.

But now Chen Yi He doesn't want to worry about all that; fortunately, Xu Jia is still alive, and the Dragon King is still alive.

All dust has settled, considered a temporary pause.

"Cough cough..." Chen Yi He covered his chest, again struggled to stand, and walked toward Wu Rong and the Little Palace Master.

Chen Yi He gave thanks, "Thank you."

"It's only right, we're brothers, what thanks?" Wu Rong said to Chen Yi He.

Chen Yi He felt deeply moved; from beginning to end, Wu Rong had always treated him as a brother, even risking his life to block Xiao Xiaoyu for him; otherwise, facing two opponents, he might not have been able to win.

"Is your injury okay?"

Wu Rong waved his hand, rose from the ground, and replied with a laugh, "Heh, this little injury, what's it worth!"

"Hahaha! Good! Good!" Chen Yi He laughed loudly.

Xiao Xiaoyu lay on the ground, as if asleep; that savage power from earlier had vanished, and the playful her seemed ready to wake at any moment.

"She is not in mortal danger..." the Little Palace Master proactively told Chen Yi He.

"Mm… just don't know when she'll wake up."

"Two or three days will suffice; what we should worry more about is what to do when she wakes up—the Heavenly Dao's power in her body seems to still linger."

"Can't worry about all that; in two or three days, maybe the Heavenly Dao will already have been defeated by us." Chen Yi He unconsciously turned his head westward, gazing at the dim western sky—the place where the Imperial Ancestor, Dongfang Wuji, and the Heavenly Calamity were battling. "Once the Heavenly Dao is defeated, she should return to normal."

"Hopefully."

Wu Rong said to Chen Yi He, "I never expected so many things to have happened this year."

"Yes! Now it's really too difficult; I don't even know what to do." Chen Yi He said rather dejectedly.

"What's there to be depressed about? So many lives are entrusted to us; if we become depressed, what will they do?"

Chen Yi He glanced at Wu Rong and murmured, "Quite right..."

"Um..." the Little Palace Master suddenly spoke, she lightly patted Chen Yi He's shoulder, but then couldn't bring herself to say the rest.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Chen Yi He asked in surprise. He felt the Little Palace Master was different from before—not only had she become more beautiful, but many things had changed.

It was as if a ten-thousand-year-old ice had melted.

"Um... uh... Chen Yi He..."

"What's wrong... it's fine, go ahead..." Chen Yi He, feeling a bit embarrassed, never imagined he would one day see such a Little Palace Master.

The Little Palace Master suddenly sped up her speech, saying in one breath, "Sorry for what happened before! I hope you don't mind!"

"Hahaha! What's it to you! We fought fairly, what's there to apologize for! You saying that makes me feel ashamed!" Chen Yi He laughed loudly; indeed, being able to see such a Little Palace Master is already a great fortune—why would he still care about so much?

"Look, isn't this the best outcome?" To avoid both being embarrassed, Wu Rong simply took on the role of peacemaker.

"Hahaha! Yes, yes!" Chen Yi He laughed in agreement.

"That's how it should be! Once this matter is completely over, we must definitely have a good drink!"

"I just don't know when this vexing matter will end..." Chen Yi He sighed.

At this very moment, on the western sky, brilliant rays appeared one after another, dazzling the three of them so they couldn't open their eyes.

"I also don't know how it's over there!" Wu Rong asked.

"Let's go see, how is it?" Chen Yi He asked.

"Such a feast, how could we miss it?" the Little Palace Master countered.

Thus, Chen Yi He, Wu Rong, and the Little Palace Master, carrying the unconscious Xiao Xiaoyu, all headed west together; with their current cultivation, reaching another battlefield would take only a little under half an hour.

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