Chapter 409

Ahhhh!

Inside the Black Heaven Divine Palace, Zhu Buwen let out an angry roar, his twisted body rapidly recovering as he stood up again.

The Black Flame Demon Saber remained firmly gripped in his hand.

At this point, it seemed he was no longer in control of the demon saber; instead, the saber was turning the tables, beginning to control him.

Gripping the saber with both hands, Zhu Buwen's eyes gradually darkened with a layer of black, and he planted one foot on the ground.

Cracks appeared one after another, the powerful recoil force making Zhu Buwen's speed even greater than before, and the saber in his hand became even more ferocious and vicious!

He flicked his finger.

Tang Luo dodged the vertically descending Black Flame Demon Saber, and before Zhu Buwen could change his move, Tang Luo flicked his finger against Zhu Buwen's forehead.

Zhu Buwen's body leaned back, strangely swaying twice.

Instinctively using the Black Flame Demon Saber to support his body, he then lifted it and slashed toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo stood still in place, unmoving, and the Black Flame Demon Saber missed him—Zhu Buwen lost his balance while swinging the saber, staggered a few steps.

He stared at Tang Luo, shaking his head forcefully, then swung again.

Still missing, this swing also caused him to fall to the ground.

Trying to stand up, Zhu Buwen had already lost control of his body, struggling like a fish out of water.

Like using the Splashing Carp King, it had no effect.

The Black Flame Demon Saber touched the ground, emitting a crisp sound, and the flames on it continued to burn steadily as always.

That flick just now had already destroyed Zhu Buwen's head—internally.

Moreover, the force continued to vibrate, slowing his recovery significantly.

But, there will always be a time for recovery.

Not long after, Zhu Buwen suddenly spun around, dropped to the ground, and began moving at high speed, resembling a humanoid cockroach.

The Black Flame Demon Saber wildly swung in front of him, attacking Tang Luo's lower body.

Tang Luo took a step forward.

The afterimage and large patches of black flame left by the Black Flame Demon Saber instantly vanished, the blade stepped on by Tang Luo and sunk into the ground.

"Go die!"

Zhu Buwen roared and punched toward Tang Luo's shin.

Tang Luo kicked out, striking first despite acting second, hitting Zhu Buwen on the head.

Blood sprayed, forming a fan-shaped area behind Zhu Buwen.

Within just a few breaths, Zhu Buwen's missing head regrew from the wound, and he began howling madly at Tang Luo.

One could see that his eyes had lost all distinction between pupils and whites.

Replaced entirely by blackness, the man had no discernible consciousness, like a raging mad beast.

"Let's see how many times you can recover." Tang Luo said, then brought down his palm!

……

Outside the Black Heaven Divine Palace, the battle gradually subsided.

After Zhu Buwen was sorted into the Divine Palace by Tang Luo, there was no further disturbance inside—it was completely silent.

The elites of the Black Heaven Divine Palace, despite having full confidence in their palace master Zhu Buwen, or rather, in Zhu Buwen who wielded a holy weapon,

did not have enough time to wait for their palace master to defeat his opponent and come out to slaughter in all directions.

Upon realizing their palace master was entangled and unable to free himself, these people likewise found themselves unable to escape.

The lightly injured Ao Yulie still displayed astonishing combat power.

He brought the battle to a complete end without allowing his side to suffer excessive casualties.

However, everyone was wounded, and a significant drop in combat strength was unavoidable.

Tang Yuhan glanced at Ao Yulie standing nearby, and in her heart, she was basically certain that the true dragon that appeared in that mission world was this very person transformed.

Zhang Xiu ping, on the other hand, hadn't thought that much.

Holding that flashy black sniper rifle in his arms, he couldn't put it down, and the pain from his wounds felt numb.

He had made up his mind: no matter the cost, he would definitely buy this equipment from the master.

Others also caught their breath, rested, and tended to their wounds.

Quite skilled, actually—knowing that divine-demonic wanderers usually don't have quick healing methods.

After going through several missions, nearly every divine-demonic wanderer could become adept at treating external injuries.

Cutting oneself open, suturing—basic operations.

This mission world still had things like golden sore medicine that could be applied externally.

Even if the injury was severe, without Tang Luo timely activating light therapy for healing, no one would die.

Ao Yulie walked to the side, picked up the two broken pieces of the Ice Spear, and tried to assemble them.

But the break of the Ice Spear was better described as shattered.

The middle section had completely turned into ice crystal fragments.

This spear had already suffered considerable damage under the devastation of Tang Luo and Sha Wujing.

Afterwards, Tang Luo also did not consume merit power to repair it; in this fight against the Black Flame Demon Saber, it was completely destroyed.

Ao Yulie couldn't really say he felt heartbroken—he, the dignified Third Prince of the Jade Dragon, had seen countless awe-inspiring treasures of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Horses.

For the vast majority of equipment, to him and Tang Luo, they were merely toys.

Well, removing "for him" makes it more accurate.

Equipment was still quite useful for Ao Yulie.

The broken Ice Spear had no equipment information changes, but it could still be stored away.

Proving that it can be freely brought in and out of mission worlds just the same.

In a sense, it counts as having become an item?

"That... do you want it? It can also be used as a short spear and a short staff."

After thinking it over, Ao Yulie simply ran back to peddle it — waste not, want not.

Even without the attached skill, there's still the freezing effect of cold qi; purely in terms of sturdiness, the broken Ice Spear remains a gunslinger's item — now two items.

Tang Yuhan was somewhat tempted.

She knew a bit of every kind of cold weapon, but had no particular preference or dedicated one.

The Blood Oath skill caused anything that reached her hands to directly upgrade into a decent piece of "equipment."

Therefore she hadn't deliberately bought any attack-type cold weapon equipment.

The broken Ice Spear was clearly not expensive, and most importantly, it looked very pretty.

It looked far better than the ferocious Drilling Wind Bone Sword in her hand.

It suited Tang Yuhan's aesthetics.

"I want the spearhead portion." Tang Yuhan spoke up.

"Fine." Ao Yulie handed the Ice Spear to Tang Yuhan, "Tell Master later; same rule as always — healing items, you work out the specifics among yourselves."

Incidentally took back the Drilling Wind Bone Sword.

"Young Master Yulong, is this spear for sale?" Zhang Xiuping asked.

"It's for sale." Ao Yulie said, "But this one's more expensive."

"Then this gold brick—" Nan Taisheng was also moved.

Master Xuanzang was the wealthiest god-demon walker he had ever seen, casually tossing out several powerful pieces of equipment.

For an ordinary god-demon walker, having just one of them would be a matter of burning high incense.

Now a "clearance sale" — the only chance.

"This one's not for sale." Ao Yulie said; Nezha's gold brick definitely wouldn't be sold.

"Could it be you're targeting me...?" Nan Taisheng's ingratiating smile stiffened slightly, and he couldn't help overthinking.

He and those few Cherry Blossom Island god-demon walkers still had some barriers with Tang Yuhan's group.

People have degrees of closeness and distance; it's an unavoidable fact.

Before Nan Taisheng could adjust his mindset, Ao Yulie suddenly turned, looking to one side and said, "Come out."

Everyone also turned their heads, looking that way.

Only heavy shadows, moonlight indistinct — nothing could be made out.

"What, do I have to invite you?" Ao Yulie said.

"Young Master Yulong, keen intuition." Zhou Yu slowly walked out.

Then, one after another, the rest of the White Feather Sword Manor people appeared, standing still behind Zhou Yu.

Their white feather robes were quite conspicuous; who knows how they hid just now so no one could see them.

"Tch, wanting to hide and pick up bargains?" Ao Yulie shook the Drilling Wind Bone Sword he'd just gotten, flinging the blood on it onto the ground.

"Young Master Yulong jokes; we only came to see if you need any help."

Zhou Yu said, a face full of righteousness.

"Oh, really?" Ao Yulie laughed, "Looks like I misunderstood?"

Zhou Yu didn't give an affirmative answer, his gaze sweeping over everyone one by one, then looking at the Dark Heaven Divine Palace: "Master Xuanzang, and Zhu Buwen — are they inside?"

"Yeah." Ao Yulie said casually.

"..." Zhou Yu fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I see. The Dark Heaven Divine Palace does have a Holy Weapon after all!"

His initial guess was correct!

The reason for the Dark Heaven Divine Palace's massive expansion was that they obtained a Holy Weapon!

"Also?" Ao Yulie froze — what does 'also' mean?

"Heh. At this point, Young Master Yulong shouldn't be thinking of hiding it anymore." Zhou Yu laughed, "Didn't Master Xuanzang also just seize the Shepherd's Whip a few days ago and go straight to the Dark Heaven Divine Palace? Yet who knew Zhu Buwen also had a Holy Weapon — was it mutual destruction, or did both perish?"

Inside the Dark Heaven Divine Palace it was completely quiet, not like a great battle was underway.

With the power of Holy Weapons, a clash wouldn't be this quiet.

"Your imagination is quite rich." Ao Yulie mocked.

Looks like this guy mistook the Whip of Frenzy for the Shepherd's Whip among the Nine Holy Weapons.

Understandable too — the Shepherd's Whip has been missing for decades; its specific special effects and appearance are "vaguely described," and today's jianghu people aren't too clear on it either.

The Whip of Frenzy is a replica of the Shepherd's Whip; being mistaken for the "original whip" is no surprise.

"Is that so?" Zhou Yu said, "I'd say my luck is pretty good."

He certainly believed his luck was good.

Before slowly sneaking over, Zhou Yu wasn't clear on the exact situation here either.

It was actually a gamble; he didn't expect to win the bet, seeing the situation he most wanted to see.

Mutual destruction!

Originally Zhou Yu had prepared: if Xuanzang's side won and losses weren't heavy, he'd come to assist.

Conversely, he'd come to pledge allegiance to the Dark Heaven Divine Palace and pass on intelligence — just arrived a step late.

The current situation: the Dark Heaven Divine Palace is basically wiped out, though there might still be members inside the palace.

Xuanzang's companions are also injured one by one; just go up and finish them off.

It can no longer be simply described as good luck.

It's practically grand fortune descending upon him.

"Good luck—" Ao Yulie was still about to say something.

A fast stone suddenly flew from the crowd, he swung his Gale Bone Sword, barely blocking it, his body swayed slightly.

"Heh." Zhou Yu laughed, "Young Master Yulong doesn't need to bluff, let's settle this quickly, lest we invite trouble by delay."

"... This villain has some brains."

Ao Yulie opened his mouth, he was indeed bluffing.

In his current state, he simply wouldn't be a match for this group of people.

Just Zhou Yu alone would be enough to make him drink a whole pot.

However...

"You don't think you've won, do you?" Ao Yulie said.

Zhou Yu smiled without speaking, leading his men step by step slowly closer, extremely cautious, giving no opportunity.

"No choice—" Ao Yulie shook his head, "You're forcing me to use my final trump card."

"Oh, Young Master Yulong, why don't you let us see your final trump card?" Zhou Yu paused his steps.

Seeing his resolute tone, confident demeanor.

Could there really be some power to turn the tables from desperation?

Unless he had a holy weapon in hand, there would be no hope.

"Self-inflicted harm, cannot live."

Ao Yulie gave a cold smile.

He lightly exhaled, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Master save me! Your most beloved little white dragon is about to die!"

This move has immense power, must not be used except at critical moments.

Among the master's four disciples, only he and his second senior brother possessed extraordinary talent, heavenly genius, and had mastered this move.