Chapter 221: Who Else?

One sword, two cuts.

After a long while, Zhang Xingyu slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a fruit on the dead tree suddenly fell.

The fruit turned into a flash of golden light that entered his brow, then with a splash it fell into the center of the Divine Sea.

Above the Divine Sea, the System Black Diamond poked its head out.

A moment later, it muttered, "Strange! The host actually obtained a Yuan Shen seed! Could it be that destiny is at work in the unseen?"

The System Black Diamond glanced at the sparkling fruit at the bottom of the Divine Sea, then slipped back into the void of the Divine Court.

At the same time, Zhang Xingyu felt a strange sensation.

He felt as if he were lying inside his mother's womb, very warm and very comfortable.

"Brother Xingyu, are you okay? Don't scare me!" Zhu Dafu's chubby face was streaked with tears as he looked at him concernedly.

Beside him, Major Nan Qiyun also wore a worried expression.

"Damn Demon Race, hand over the Divine Artifact quickly!"

From behind the three, a cultivator's scolding voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, several flying swords whistled toward them.

Whoosh—

Zhu Dafu and Nan Qiyun lifted Zhang Xingyu and bolted away.

"Catch them......"

"Catch them......"

"Catch them......"

Behind the three, the pursuers grew in number.

Through a plaza littered with skeletal remains, past a towering majestic Divine Temple, the three sprinted toward the mountain peak.

"Catch them; that kid has a Divine Fruit on him!"

Someone shouted, and cultivators of the Immortal and Demon races surrounding the temple gave chase.

Seeing the pursuers draw nearer, Zhang Xingyu shouted, "Dafu, Major, don't worry about me! If this keeps up, none of us will escape!"

"No way, I absolutely can't leave you behind!" Zhu Dafu shook his head resolutely.

Nan Qiyun also shook his head: "Stop the nonsense. I'll never abandon my comrade!"

As Nan Qiyun spoke, a scene from years ago flashed before his eyes.

That day, Xiao Wu, Hei Zi, and Da Tou fought to the death in the hall, earning themselves a sliver of hope.

The mission was completed, he was promoted, but his comrades perished.

All these years, Nan Qiyun has blamed himself, wondering why it was his comrades who left a chance of life to him, instead of him dying for them to win a chance.

A quarter hour later, they reached the mountain peak.

Behind the mountain lay a pitch‑black expanse.

The three halted.

This back mountain was probably not a benevolent place.

"Major, Dafu, you go that way. They want the Divine Fruit in my mind. As long as you're not with me, you have a good chance to escape." Zhang Xingyu told Zhu Dafu and Nan Qiyun.

Zhu Dafu and Nan Qiyun shook their heads.

Zhang Xingyu placed the Fire Dragon across his own neck.

"Major, I beg you, bring Dafu back safely!"

"No way!"

"Major, Dafu, dying one is better than dying three!"

The Fire Dragon twitched lightly on his neck, and a gush of fresh blood spurted out.

"If you don't leave now, I'll die here instantly!"

Nan Qiyun, tears in his eyes, slashed a hand‑knife across Zhu Dafu's rear neck.

"Take care!"

Nan Qiyun hoisted Zhu Dafu and hurried toward the other side.

"Take care! See you in the next life!"

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Xingyu's face.

Zhang Xingyu reached out and stopped the bleeding on his neck.

The Fire Dragon, Azure Dragon, and Yellow Dragon were already at his side.

To buy Zhu Dafu and the others time to escape, he must hold off the pursuers here.

In this battle, he will face over twenty Nascent Soul‑level and dozens of Golden Core‑level cultivators from both the human and demon races.

He has never experienced such a fight before.

He will surely die ten times over in such a battle.

But he cannot retreat.

The Divine Fruit is in his mind; those pursuers from the two races will not let him go, no matter what.

Since it's a death either way, he might as well fight a spectacular, fierce battle.

Come on! Damn Demon Race!

Come on! Greedy compatriots!

In a short while, Te Fu and Yuan Wushang had already led the pursuers to the summit.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu sitting alone on the peak, Te Fu was greatly surprised.

"Your magic is abundant; quickly hand over the Divine Fruit to this princess, and I will forgive the sins you committed before!"

Zhang Xingyu chuckled, "The Divine Fruit is in my mind; if you have the ability, take it yourself."

"Damn!"

As soon as Te Fu finished speaking, a Demon Race prince brandished his sword and lunged at Zhang Xingyu.

"Azure Dragon, attack!"

"Fire Dragon, attack!"

A moment later, the Demon Race prince clutched his forehead and fell to the ground in discontent.

He was a noble Demon Race prince, a demon‑general‑rank cultivator, yet he never expected to be toppled by such a low‑rank demon lord.

"You're not of the Demon Race?"

Te Fu stared at Zhang Xingyu and said.

"You're right."

Zhang Xingyu deactivated the magical array on his body.

"I am a perfectly upright volunteer Immortal Soldier!"

Zhang Xingyu laughed heartily at Te Fu.

"Damn!"

Te Fu felt her face burning hot.

She, the noble Princess Te Fu, had actually been deceived by three Human Race Immortal Soldiers.

A feeling of humiliation surged in Te Fu's heart.

"Die!"

Te Fu shouted loudly, and the wand in her hand emitted a dazzling light.

Embarrassed and angry, Te Fu directly unleashed her most powerful spell, "Earth's Fury".

The spell struck.

Zhang Xingyu felt he was at the center of a level‑12 earthquake.

Mountains crumbled, the earth split, and sun and moon were darkened.

He clenched his teeth and shouted with his divine soul, "Fire Dragon, slay the Immortal!"

A moment later, the world returned to calm.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him, witch Te Fu clutched her neck, motionless.

A moment later, a line of blood erupted, and witch Te Fu's head and body were separated.

"Splash!"

Te Fu's corpse fell to the ground.

The surrounding Demon Race onlookers were startled and retreated backward.

They looked at Zhang Xingyu in terror, as if they had seen a terrifying monster.

Zhang Xingyu coughed lightly a few times.

Fresh blood ran down the corner of his mouth, staining the collar of his shirt red.

Having just taken Te Fu's full‑force strike, he was already seriously wounded.

If he hadn't been wearing the Spiritual Treasure Armor, he would already be dead.

This Spiritual Treasure Armor was forged from two turtle shells he obtained in the Blue Crystal Sea and East Victory Immortal City.

After a period of trial, he finally joined the two shells together, allowing the Spiritual Treasure to be reborn.

Te Fu's death left all who came to pursue trembling with lingering fear.

A few Demon Race princes stepped back dozens of steps, then you looked at me, I looked at you, and we fell silent.

Zhang Xingyu had instantly slain their two princes and princess, instilling genuine dread in their hearts.

Yuan Wushang also led his men to retreat more than ten steps.

He frowned, contemplating whether to lead an attack.

Zhang Xingyu sat on the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.

He staggered to his feet and shouted with all his might at the people ahead, "Anyone else?"

"Anyone else…"

The voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yuan Wushang hesitated briefly, then stepped forward.

"Since you are Human Race, just hand over the Divine Fruit on you, and we won't trouble you!"

Zhang Xingyu shook his head.

"The Divine Fruit has already been eaten by me; I can't hand it over!"

"You…"

Yuan Wushang was at a loss for words.

"Then, you have offended us!"

Yuan Wushang raised the flying sword in his hand.

"Do you want to fight me?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

Yuan Wushang nodded, "We have no choice but to fight!"

"What a pity…"

Zhang Xingyu smiled at Yuan Wushang, turned and threw himself into the boundless darkness.