Chapter 439: Team Battle Against the Boss, Where Can Lu Ya Flee?

Tang An's breathing grew heavier, as if she were suffocating from a lack of oxygen, and she appeared visibly weak to the point of exhaustion.

"Someone is harming me, in the southwest direction, take me... take me to find..."

After Tang An pointed out the location, she fainted.

"Southwest?" Nezha caught Tang An, fierce Samadhi True Fire igniting around his body, his killing intent impossible to control.

Whoever hurt her must die!

Just as Nezha was losing control, wanting to charge into the dragon's den and tiger's lair alone, he heard a voice transmitted from Tang An.

"Do not act rashly."

The killing intent in Nezha's eyes stopped instantly, and he turned his head to look at the unconscious Tang An in his arms.

From an angle where she could not be seen, Tang An opened one eye and playfully blinked.

Nezha's hands were trembling; he was so angry he wanted to pinch her cheeks hard. But fortunately, she was unharmed, which finally allowed him to heave a sigh of relief.

Yet before Nezha could speak, Tang An's voice came again from the Jade Pendant.

"I really was injured a little, but with the Houtu Divine Ring, it's nothing. Listen to me, here is what we will do next..."

In the southwest direction, inside a dim room on the top floor of a high-rise building.

Hands that looked like withered branches were constantly forming seals, condensing a small, blood-red arrow.

Once this final arrow was nailed in, Tang An's Primordial Spirit would perish and her Dao would dissipate.

He grinned in a way that was bone-chilling, because as the Zhushu formed, he had already seen the image of Tang An severely injured, vomiting blood, and fainting on the Straw Man.

"Even if you come, so what? No matter how fast you are, you cannot be faster than me nailing this final arrow!"

Seeming to see that Tang An's life was hanging by a thread, he stopped talking nonsense and raised his hand to strike out the final arrow.

The small blood-red arrow struck Tang An directly between the eyebrows; at the same time, looking at the image reflected on the Straw Man, Tang An vomited another mouthful of blood and seemed to lose her last shred of vitality.

"Even if you are a Guardian, so what?"

"Even if you are the reincarnation of Yunxiao, possessing the cultivation of a Half-Saint, so what?"

"Zhao Gongming once fell at my hands; you are merely following in his footsteps."

"But this time there is no Investiture of the Gods, and no one will be able to save you!"

"Hehehehe~"

"Hahahahahaha..."

He laughed wildly in the room, finally fulfilling his heart's great wish.

An ancient demon with a cultivation realm like a Great Luo Golden Immortal stood out at this moment.

It always felt that everything was too smooth, suspiciously smooth.

"Is she really dead?"

Lu Ya turned around and pointed angrily at the ancient demon, "What do you mean? You dare to question me?"

"I just think we should go and confirm it, to avoid any slip-ups."

"Slip-ups? Zhao Gongming died at my hands back then, and she has been cursed for a full twenty-one days; how could there be any possibility of a turnaround!"

The ancient demon did not want to oppose Lu Ya, and it knew it was no match for Lu Ya. But since it concerned the grand plan of the Outer Realm Demon Race, it could not be careless.

"I will go to meet her and confirm it before saying anything else." As it spoke, the ancient demon prepared to go out.

But before the ancient demon could go out, the sound of clapping rang out from outside the window behind it.

"Clap~"

The entire window was blown into fragments by a burst of fiery red Dharma Power, and the glass shards reflected the figures of Tang An and her three disciples as they appeared in mid-air outside the window.

The heat waves and strong wind blew their skirts and robes, and the scene had the feeling of a team battle against a boss.

"Lu Ya Daoren, long time no see." Tang An waved her hand as a greeting; after all, courtesy before force is a fine Huaxia tradition.

The four of them flashed into the room; her face still looked pale, but her energy gave people the feeling of being full of vitality and in very good health.

"Coming to my hometown, is it not a great taboo to celebrate victory before the battle is won?"

Lu Ya's body stiffened, and he turned around to look at Tang An in disbelief. "You are actually fine?"

Tang An spread her arms and even turned around to show Lu Ya. "What? I'm not missing an arm or a leg, what could be wrong?"

Lu Ya then turned his head to look at the altar; that was clearly Tang An's birth date and a drop of her blood, how could it have gone wrong?

He could not figure it out; he could not figure it out from any angle. Where exactly had he been negligent, that he had busied himself for twenty-one days while bearing the backlash, yet failed to hurt her at all?

"Can't figure it out?"

Tang An took out a Grand Master Chair and sat down on it immediately, letting the wind from the broken window blow her skirts and hair.

"If you can't figure it out, take your time." She glanced sideways at the three disciples behind her, and all three of them moved at once.

In a triangular formation, they surrounded all the Outer Realm Demon Race members in the room.

"To borrow a phrase from my teacher when I was a child, you can only leave once you have memorized it."

"In other words, whenever you figure it out, that is when you..." She smiled and changed the subject, "... can go for a walk on the road to the Yellow Springs."

Tang An calmly took out the Peacock Feather Fan, and the entire room instantly brightened up.

"It can provide light and it can show off; it's a good treasure."

Seeing this, the Outer Realm Demon Race members looked at each other and wanted to charge out of the encirclement of the four of them.

Tang An watched them struggle with a smile, but did not stop them. "It's just right for the three of you to practice; know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles."

In any case, no matter how these people struggled today, not a single person or demon would be able to escape.

Lu Ya seemed unable to recognize the reality before him, and he once again condensed a small red arrow, stabbing it toward Tang An's effigy.

Tang An let him shoot the arrows, watching him push over the altar in a fit of rage, watching him take out her effigy, tear off its head, and stomp on it hard on the ground.

"I have indeed been plagued by petty people lately; help me stomp on it a few more times, thanks."

"Thanks?" Lu Ya's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared furiously at Tang An, "Who wants your thanks!"

"Why don't you die? Why don't you just go die!"

Tang An shrugged, "I want to die too, but I just can't die; I'm quite distressed about it as well."

"How about you take that little arrow and try stabbing my neck with it?"

"Don't think I wouldn't dare!" Lu Ya pinched a seal with both hands, but he no longer used the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book, instead manifesting a purple-white gourd.

Tang An, who had never taken Lu Ya seriously, saw her eyes light up the instant she saw the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

"A fine treasure."

"Hand it over!"

Tang An flicked out the Diamond Bracelet, and while Lu Ya was completely caught off guard and before he could release the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade, he watched helplessly as Tang An took away his Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

Just took it away?

Just like that, she took it away?

"Give my treasure back!" Lu Ya roared in fury, a powerful pressure erupting from his body, though it was no longer Dharma Power, but rather something more like a combination of Dharma Power and the Demonic Qi of the Outer Realm Demon Race.

He reached out with his bare hands toward Tang An, wanting to snatch the Diamond Bracelet and retrieve his Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

The warnings of those two people from when he arrived still seemed to echo in his ears, but he had been far too arrogant from the very beginning.

He had thought that no matter how cunning Tang An was, she could not withstand a sneak attack. His Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book was a forbidden curse that ignored distance, and the target would not even notice a thing while it was being cast.

As long as his spell succeeded and stalled Tang An, she would surely die without a doubt.

Yet right now, not only was Tang An not dead, but she had snatched his Immortal-Slaying Gourd in the blink of an eye!

Tang An simply let Lu Ya reach for her, and just as he was about to grab her, she smiled, tilted her head slightly, and teleported a short distance away.

Lu Ya then shot past her like an arrow released from a bowstring.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; as Lu Ya brushed past her, she even smiled and waved at him.