Chapter 1937: Don't Hurt My Junior Brother Luo

Tian Xing looked at Luo Jiuyou, killing intent in his eyes.

Although both hailed from Zhu Tian Wan Jie, here in the Immortal Realm they were also considered old compatriots.

But now, Tian Xing's eyes held killing intent that was not concealed in the slightest, completely disregarding any fellow-countryman feeling.

No sooner had the words fallen than Tian Xing, without waiting for Luo Jiuyou's reply, struck out with a palm toward Luo Jiuyou.

Faced with Tian Xing's action, Luo Jiuyou realized further talk was futile and immediately moved to block.

The Netherworld Palace side was already at a disadvantage, and with prior injuries, their numbers and strength were far inferior to the Tian Shan cultivators.

Thus, upon first contact, they were utterly suppressed.

Before they had exchanged a few moves with Tian Xing, two Tian Shan lower-realm cultivators immediately swarmed Luo Jiuyou.

Already wounded from the earlier flight, Luo Jiuyou now faced a three-on-one assault and instantly fell to the disadvantage.

Among the three, Tian Xing's killing intent was the strongest, and each of his strikes was a killing blow.

Even though Luo Jiuyou gave his all, the bout left him with yet more wounds.

His clothes were soaked in blood, he breathed heavily, and with unwilling eyes he stared at the ruthless Tian Xing.

"This time I'm probably done for."

Trapped in the Mi Jing, hoping for rescue was obviously unrealistic.

The Netherworld Palace could not care less about their lives; sending these lower-realm cultivators into the Mi Jing was merely to use them as fodder and seize resources.

Even if they all died, to the Netherworld Palace it was merely a loss of resources; who would care about their lives?

And Luo Jiuyou knew without looking that his companions' situation was equally dire.

They were all struggling to survive themselves; who had the leisure to look after him?

Everyone was focused on self-preservation, and some even began scheming against their own companions to create an escape chance.

To survive, one could rely only on oneself.

Luo Jiuyou also tried breaking out several times, but Tian Xing was clearly determined to slay him here.

Each time Luo Jiuyou tried to break out of the three-man encirclement, Tian Xing desperately blocked him.

Thus Luo Jiuyou's every breakout attempt ended in failure.

Though they were supposed to be old compatriots, the one who most wanted to kill him was Tian Xing.

Gritting his teeth silently, his wounds grew ever more severe, and his depletion increased.

Dragging on like this, the outcome was already sealed.

Tian Xing also realized this; at this point he appeared much steadier, no longer fighting desperately as before.

In his view, Luo Jiuyou was a trapped turtle with no way out; sooner or later he would be killed.

Since victory was already nine out of ten certain, there was naturally no need to keep taking risks and fighting desperately.

Now Luo Jiuyou was like a cornered beast still struggling; for a man already doomed, why risk advancing to fight him?

Therefore, Tian Xing's attacks grew ever steadier, giving Luo Jiuyou no chance to take him down together.

He would simply wear him down to death.

Luo Jiuyou could see through Tian Xing's thoughts at a glance, yet he had no way to counter them.

Knowing full well what the other intended, yet being utterly unable to act, was the most agonizing.

With the aid of the other two, Tian Xing repeatedly found chances to strike Luo Jiuyou.

As his wounds worsened, Luo Jiuyou's resistance grew ever weaker.

Seeing Luo Jiuyou's state, Tian Xing rejoiced inwardly; this time he had no escape.

Seizing the moment when another Tian Shan lower-realm cultivator struck Luo Jiuyou again, Tian Xing keenly sensed an opportunity.

His long sword flashed forth like lightning, preparing to deliver a killing blow to Luo Jiuyou.

Facing Tian Xing's attack, Luo Jiuyou saw it coming, but had no strength to respond.

He utterly lacked the strength to block or dodge; he could only watch helplessly as the sword light drew nearer, flashing toward him.

Facing this lethal strike, Luo Jiuyou's heart was already as dead ashes.

His face showed no fear; he merely cursed silently in his heart.

"Damn it, I never imagined I'd die in this godforsaken place, Brother Ye—I'm afraid I'll never get to eat your cooking in this lifetime."

In his final moments, Luo Jiuyou's thoughts turned to Ye Zhangqing.

"Death."

Confronting the already resigned Luo Jiuyou, Tian Xing struck without mercy.

This sword will take your life.

However, just as the long sword was about to pierce Luo Jiuyou's body, spatial rifts suddenly appeared on the battlefield, followed by a furious shout.

"Seek death, do not dare harm Luo Shidi!"

With that shout, terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, several of which had already reached the Immortal Realm level.

They were existences surpassing the Ancestor Realm.

This sudden change left both sides locked in combat below stunned.

Who had come now?

Even Tian Xing's hand faltered slightly; by the time he regained his senses and tried to act, he was already immobilized by several massive waves of pressure.

"Damn it."

Cursing inwardly, the next second, Netherworld Palace disciples strode out from the spatial rifts one after another.

As soon as they entered the Mi Jing, they rushed over immediately.

Just now, seeing Tian Xing's sword, Luo Jiuyou had nearly died beneath it, and several of them felt their hearts tighten.

Although they did not know why the palace suddenly valued a lower-realm cultivator so highly.

But this is an order personally issued by the Ancestor, and it's a death order; no matter what, we must protect Luo Jiuyou.

Faced with the Ancestor's strict order, how could they dare be careless?

If they were to watch Luo Jiuyou get killed by a single sword right before their eyes, they'd probably have no good outcome when they go back.

They were so startled they broke out in a cold sweat, and in that moment the shock in their hearts turned into intense anger.

And this anger was naturally directed at the sword-wielding Tian Xing.

"Seeking death, daring to lay a hand on Junior Brother Luo."

"Don't let him die too easily."

"I know without you saying it, Shī xiōng; killing him like this is too lenient."

"First, let's light a sky lantern, then talk."

In just a few breaths, a crowd of Netherworld Palace Inner Disciples appeared before Tian Xing.

These people then, taking advantage of the situation, shielded Luo Jiuyou behind them.

Someone checked Luo Jiuyou's injuries, gave him a healing pill, and treated his wound.

The others stared at Tian Xing, each filled with killing intent, speaking coldly; their overwhelming killing intent made Tian Xing involuntarily shudder.

Besides that, Tian Xing was completely bewildered—where did these people come from?

How did this group suddenly enter the Mi Jing?

Wasn't it agreed that only these Xia Jie cultivators would enter the Mi Jing? So why have so many Netherworld Palace disciples suddenly appeared?

Is the Netherworld Palace playing dirty?

Tian Xing looked at the Netherworld Palace disciples before him, their eyes brimming with killing intent, and muttered.

"How could Inner Disciples be here?"

He only felt his head buzzing, his whole body gone numb.