Chapter 130: Roar, Heaven-Startling Might

"Roar!"

The heaven-toppling roar carried a fierce demonic flame that made one uncontrollably tremble with fear, burning ragingly upon the withered grass; it contained a soul attack, and accompanied by the roar, it charged straight toward the two people standing frozen in place.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Ouyang Lie's forehead.

Lu Ren!

Once the Qiongqi appeared, who in the entire Dongzhou would not know who the man before them was?

Especially Ouyang Lie; he had never met Lu Ren, but as a cultivator from the same generation as Lu Ren, he had heard of him long ago, if not having heard his name like thunder.

Deeply aware of the Qiongqi's strength, Ouyang Lie was suddenly panicked.

No! He absolutely could not die here! "Chounu! Quickly protect me!"

Following Ouyang Lie's mournful cry, a stiff look flashed through the coachman's eyes; a fire-red slave mark flickered and vanished between his brows, wrapping around his subsequent movements and causing his entire body to uncontrollably block in front of Ouyang Lie, exhausting all his strength to exhale smoke of heavy colors, surrounding Ouyang Lie tightly.

At the same time... it also left him exposed.

"Protect me! Use it all to protect me!" Ouyang Lie shrieked.

He was afraid of death!

Who in this world was not afraid of death? Chounu was merely an ugly and useless piece of trash; if he died, he died, which could be considered living up to his mission, as he was originally used by Grandfather to protect him! If it weren't for the fact that he still had a little use, how could Grandfather have given him the token! Dying for him was his honor!

Ouyang Lie screamed crazily in his heart, ordering and coercing Chounu to make the mist wrapping around himself even thicker.

Mist always had usage limits.

When one person had more, the other person would have less.

Therefore...

When all the dust settled and there was no sound in the outside world, Ouyang Lie watched the gradually dissipating mist with trepidation.

In front of him, Chounu's short, ugly, and wretched body was curled into a ball, collapsed not far from him, having died extremely miserably.

Chounu's face was facing Ouyang Lie's eyes.

The resentment and ugliness on that face merged into one, and Ouyang Lie, who had always been his grandfather's pampered darling, was instantly so scared that snot and tears came streaming out.

He let out a howl, and like a madman, he desperately tugged at the Jade Pendant on his neck.

"Grandfather! Grandfather save me!"

"Grandson doesn't want to die!!!"

Lu Ren stood calmly atop the Qiongqi's head, quietly watching Ouyang Lie's clown-like actions.

Ouyang Long, is it?

It really has been a long time.

Ouyang Family.

The moment his most beloved grandson began desperately calling for help, Ouyang Long was jolted awake from his closed-door cultivation.

His eyes widened in fury, and he was incensed, "Who is it! Who dares to kill my Ouyang Family's grandson!"

Almost at the same moment, Ouyang Long immediately acted without hesitation, directly utilizing a sliver of power he had placed within Ouyang Lie's Jade Pendant to initiate a soul descent.

He harbored the conviction of a one-hit kill.

The time for a soul descent was restricted by the Secret Realm; even though she was now approaching the Emperor Realm and possessed mid-stage God Venerable strength, in the Lingya Secret Realm, she could likely only descend for five breaths of time.

And that Jade Pendant could summon him three times! Ouyang Long concluded in his heart.

Five breaths; he was descending with his true body's strength, and in front of those cultivators whose strength was suppressed to the extreme, no one was his match! Let alone five breaths.

Even if it were only one breath, it would be completely enough!...

In the Lingya Secret Realm.

Upon noticing that his body had stopped trembling, Ouyang Lie revealed a joyful smile. Even...

It was arrogant.

"Ha! Lu Ren, you're finished!"

Even knowing that Lu Ren's strength was monstrous and his talent was an Immortal's bearing that he was crazily jealous of, no matter how good the talent was, what use could it be when strength was compressed to such a degree? His grandfather, Ouyang Long, was descending with his true body's strength! This time, he would definitely be able to kill Lu Ren! Ouyang Lie's nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in extreme joy, "Lu Ren, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking me! My Ouyang Family is not something your mere Lu Family can compare to!"

"Do not underestimate the foundation of an ancient immortal-cultivating family!"

"Is that so?"

Lu Ren stood with his hands behind his back atop the Qiongqi's head, gazing at Ouyang Long, whose body was gradually solidifying, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly apparent.

"You've come just in time!"

"Just in time to test whether my current realm can kill you across ranks."

His voice was low, but even so, Ouyang Long recognized who this was upon descending.

As a figure who had once stirred the winds and clouds, Lu Ren's face was one that all the major families could basically identify clearly.

At this moment, Ouyang Long was first startled and subconsciously guarded himself, but immediately following that, he thought the same as his grandson.

Lu Ren was in the Secret Realm! His strength had already been miserably suppressed! Was this not the best opportunity to kill him?

One breath.

"Lu Ren! Prepare to die!"

Ouyang Long did not waste words; a fierce light flickered in his eyes as he spread his five fingers directly toward Lu Ren and pounced.

A blood-red power, as if a vast Blood River, spread out, almost capable of drowning everything.

This was the heaven-toppling Blood River that Ouyang Long had refined; any cultivator who died in the Blood River would become a puppet controlled by him.

Although it was an evil art, Ouyang Long had always hovered on the edge of being an evil cultivator, and thus, he was still able to keep the Ouyang Family existing in the world.

Two breaths.

The scent of blood drew near; Ouyang Long was not an aged old man, and even though Ouyang Lie addressed him as Grandfather, it could not change his young and robust appearance.

His muscles were knotted, his upper body bare, and mysterious, eerie patterns flowed across his skin, further accentuating his magnificent physique.

He looked more like a sturdy, middle-aged man of only about thirty-something years.

Three breaths.

Lu Ren raised his hand, placed the vertical flute to his lips, and gently blew a single note.

The emerald-green flute transformed into a ferocious venomous snake, coiled upon the Old Turtle that had been summoned at some unknown moment, and took a bite at the figure of Ouyang Long as he flew toward them! *Snap! *

Ouyang Long had intended to resist, but he discovered that his strength had not changed at all, nor was the summoned form injured; just as a flash of doubt crossed his mind, he suddenly heard his grandson's terrified roar.

"Grandfather! Grandfather! No! Don't!"

Ouyang Long felt a premonition, his face twisted in tandem, and he let out a wail, "Lu Ren! You are despicable!"

Putting away the long flute, Lu Ren watched his dissipating figure with cold eyes and mocked, "I could always win, but to risk injury to kill someone across so many ranks..."

"Heh, I am not a fool."

That bite from the Old Turtle severed the connection between Ouyang Long's soul and this Jade Pendant of Ouyang Lie.

Without a support point, even if Ouyang Long was a thousand times unwilling, a hundred times unwilling, he could only obediently return to his Ouyang Family to sulk in frustration! The Profound Turtle can bite through space, and even more so, it can bite through contracts; this is one of the only two contract beasts in Lu Ren's possession that are not Fierce Beasts.

After Ouyang Long's soul unwillingly dissipated, he was just about to finish off Ouyang Lie when he saw the Profound Turtle suddenly become agitated.

An aged voice emerged from the Profound Turtle's mouth, "Master, it is..."

Before the Profound Turtle could finish, the entire Secret Realm began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had arrived! Large chunks of boulders fell from who knows where, smashing into the ground and kicking up dust.

From an extremely distant place, a desolate roar that seemed to have traversed time and space drifted over.

*Roar*, a heaven-startling might, shaking the mountains and seas.

Almost instantly, day and night in the Secret Realm were inverted! Night, descended! (End of chapter)