Chapter 113: Nangong Ao

The Talisman previously activated by the young woman in purple was precisely a Sound Transmission Talisman; if one leaves a person's Divine Sense Mark on the Sound Transmission Talisman beforehand, once the Talisman is activated, it will automatically seek that person out!

From the two's conversation, Zhang Nuo also understood the meaning; the young woman in purple activating the Sound Transmission Talisman must have been calling for the "Nangong Senior Brother" they spoke of!

Although he did not know who this "Nangong Senior Brother" was, Zhang Nuo could basically guess that the other party must be a powerhouse. He did not dare to hesitate, taking the Wu Hook from his Storage Bag. With a wild infusion of Spirit Power and a flick of his wrist, the Wu Hook transformed into a cyan streak of light, rushing toward the firelight of the Sound Transmission Talisman in mid-air.

"Boom!"

With an explosive sound, the firelight that had just flown from the palm of the young woman in purple was shattered in mid-air by the cyan streak, turning into specks of starlight. At the same time, the two who had just been wearing sinister smiles suddenly had their expressions turn ugly.

Greatly alarmed, the young woman in purple looked toward where Zhang Nuo was, her palm flipping quickly to reveal a gourd-shaped Magic Treasure. Similarly, the white-robed man beside her also produced a black short rod over half a foot long.

"Who is it! Sneaking around, get out here at once!"

The young woman in purple was so angry her face turned pale; this was her only Sound Transmission Talisman, and now that it had been destroyed by an unknown cultivator, it meant her hope of calling for help was cut off.

A movement was seen in the woods not far from the cave, and a youth in a cyan robe walked out. The youth looked to be in his twenties, with a simple and honest face, and his cultivation appeared to be only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

Just as the youth walked out, he gave a light grab toward the cyan streak in mid-air, and the streak immediately flew back into the youth's hand. As the spirit light dissipated, it was revealed to be a cyan Wu Hook!

This person was none other than Zhang Nuo. He swept a glance at the young woman in purple and the white-robed man, then strolled leisurely toward the two!

Upon seeing this, the white-robed cultivator felt relieved, as the other party's age and cultivation were similar to his own. He did not take a mere peer into account, especially since a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Senior Sister stood beside him.

"Which sect are you from? I advise you, fellow Daoist, to stay out of the affairs of our Beixuan Sect!"

The young woman in purple was stronger than the white-robed man; seeing the cyan-robed youth dare to strike and shatter her Sound Transmission Talisman, she figured he was no ordinary person, so she immediately brought up the name of the Beixuan Sect!

"Beixuan Sect! Hehe! It is merely a branch of the Nanxuan Sect; that little reputation is not enough to scare me!"

Zhang Nuo glanced at the young woman, saying with a look of disdain.

"You..."

Just as the young woman in purple was about to flare up, a voice like heavenly music rang out from the entrance of the cave.

"Brother Zhang! If you had returned any later, I fear you would not have seen me!"

Following the voice, a graceful figure appeared at the cave entrance. This person was Zhuge Qing, with the Moonlight Wheel spinning beside her; her arched eyebrows made her look extremely charming.

The white-robed cultivator beside the young woman in purple only turned his head to look once, and his neck seemed to stiffen, unable to turn back! His eyes were fixed firmly on Zhuge Qing, as if he wanted to devour her.

"Useless thing!"

Seeing his Junior Brother making such a fool of himself, the young woman in purple stepped heavily on his foot. The white-robed cultivator felt the pain and finally snapped out of it, not daring to look at Zhuge Qing again.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, you should be nicer to your Junior Brother!"

Deliberately flaunting her charm, Zhuge Qing gently brushed the hair from her forehead with her hand. At this moment, the young woman in purple surnamed Ding looked closely at Zhuge Qing and discovered a trace of paleness on her face, clearly indicating she was injured, which made her heart leap with joy!

If Zhuge Qing were at her peak, she might not dare to provoke her, but now that this Young Sect Master of the Nanxuan Sect was injured, things would be much easier to handle, even though the other party had a Foundation Establishment Early Stage helper.

However, the young woman in purple was confident that her white-robed Junior Brother could completely hold off that cyan-robed cultivator, and since she was of the same rank as Zhuge Qing, she still had a chance to kill her while the other was injured.

"It seems my actions just now were redundant; to deal with you, there is no need to invite Senior Brother Nangong Ao at all! I alone am sufficient!"

Upon hearing the name Nangong Ao, even though Zhuge Qing was very composed, a look of fear still flashed across her pretty face, though the strange expression vanished in an instant, making it difficult for anyone to notice!

"Hehe! Even if Nangong Ao comes, so what? Do you think I would be afraid of him?"

Zhuge Qing gave a cold laugh, her face displaying a different kind of cold, glamorous beauty!

Zhang Nuo was left confused; until now, he still did not know who the Nangong Ao mentioned by these two was.

"Junior Brother, go deal with that one in the cyan robe! Just hold him off!"

The young woman in purple moved her lips slightly, transmitting her voice to the white-robed cultivator beside her. She herself flashed, standing opposite Zhuge Qing.

At the same time, the cyan gourd in her hand turned slightly, and countless white cold mists rolled out from within. This woman's gourd was actually a Magic Treasure containing the power of the Five Elements.

Seeing this, Zhuge Qing remained unmoved, saying indifferently:

"What? You want to defeat us one by one? You must see if he has the ability to do so!"

Upon seeing the actions of the two from the Beixuan Sect, the young woman knew what they wanted to do. However, Zhuge Qing understood Zhang Nuo's methods all too well; back then, in front of the two-headed snake, Zhang Nuo had not retreated a single step, so how could an ordinary peer pose a threat to him now?

From Zhuge Qing's confident face, the young woman in purple sensed that something was wrong; the cyan-robed youth was not a simple character. She wanted to speak to stop her white-robed Junior Brother, but it was already too late.

The black short rod in the white-robed cultivator's hand spun rapidly, and a burst of black mist spread out. His mouth puffed slightly, and he spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the small rod. In an instant, the black short rod expanded wildly, turning into a size of about a zhang in the blink of an eye.

With a "Whoosh!" of wind, the zhang-long black rod smashed toward Zhang Nuo. Seeing the giant black rod about to hit him, Zhang Nuo did not panic and unleashed the Wu Hook in his hand.

With a "Clang!", the Wu Hook, transformed into a cyan streak, easily knocked the giant black rod away. At the same time, Zhang Nuo's figure flashed strangely, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the side of the white-robed man. Murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and with a movement of his Divine Sense, four White Threads shot out from the Sword Box on his back in succession!

These White Threads were as fast as if they had grown out of the Sword Box, piercing through the white-robed cultivator's body in the blink of an eye. Poor white-robed cultivator, he had not even understood what was happening before he felt his body being pierced by something; the excruciating pain of his internal organs shattering gave him a feeling worse than death.

"Thump!" The white-robed cultivator's body fell into a pool of blood, with four fist-sized blood holes on his body gushing blood! In just one round, Zhang Nuo had completely slaughtered the other party!

The white light circled the dead cultivator's body and flew back to Zhang Nuo's side. Only then did the young woman in purple see clearly what the White Threads were; they were actually four Flying Swords wrapped in spirit light! Because the Flying Swords were too fast, she had mistaken them for four White Threads just now.

The young woman in purple gasped, her figure involuntarily retreating several steps! To easily slaughter a peer was something even she could not do!