Chapter 768: He Is Not Alone

The miniature missile is how small? About the size of a finger, entirely black, with an extremely faint tail flame at the rear.

It is hard to detect in the dark.

Even a battle spirit or a superhuman only realized it when Sun Hongyun spoke.

"I call it my ex-girlfriend."

The speed of the miniature missile allowed Sun Hongyun to still remember to say a word.

After speaking, it was less than ten centimeters above Tang Luo's head.

Tang Luo reached out, grabbed the missile, clenched his fist, and firelight and black smoke seeped from between his fingers, turning into wispy smoke.

The surrounding air suddenly sank, an invisible force leaked out, and the severely wounded Gardner could not stand, collapsing directly to the ground.

Guan Yu and Qin Qiong's warhorses neighed, their front hooves lifting high, greatly startled.

"Your ex-girlfriend isn't very good."

Tang Luo released his grip, and grayish-white powder drifted down from his palm.

Sun Hongyun said nothing.

"Are you planning to blow us all up?" Qin Wushuang said from the other side.

Although that ex-girlfriend missile was firmly grasped by Lü Bu with one hand and violently annihilated in his palm.

The slight leakage of power was truly shocking.

A glimpse through a crack reveals the leopard—this ex-girlfriend missile could utterly flatten everything within hundreds of meters, turning it into a deep pit.

"... No, the explosion will only occur within a certain range—this is a 'person-shaped missile.'" Sun Hongyun said.

"The range of a palm?" Qin Wushuang sneered.

"Eight cubic."

"Wind comes!"

Zhuge Liang's roar interrupted their exchange; he charged toward Guan Yu, Gardner, and others, kicking up a fierce wind.

Qin Qiong took the brunt, spurring his horse to meet Zhuge Liang.

"Brother Qin, dodge—" Guan Yu's "kai" character was left unspoken as Qin Qiong and Zhuge Liang collided head-on.

The horse's painful neigh rang out; Qin Qiong and his horse were flung into the air and fell down.

The armored horse crashed heavily to the ground, struggling twice before turning into light points and vanishing.

Qin Qiong adjusted his posture mid-air, landed, and retreated ten or more steps, each step leaving cracked marks on the ground.

"... Kai."

Guan Yu's "kai" character came late, his voice dropping.

Zhuge Liang stood in place, coughed once, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Qiong looked at Zhuge Liang with a ghost-seeing expression: "You say, he's the military advisor?"

"Yes," Guan Yu said helplessly, "Back then, His Majesty made three visits to the thatched cottage; I and my younger brother were quite dissatisfied... later, we came to accept it."

The brief "later" two words convey countless untold stories.

"Ha!" Zhuge Liang laughed, "Yunchang, we haven't crossed swords in a long time."

"Yes, military advisor." Guan Yu dismounted, his horse's neigh fading away.

He raised his Qinglong Yanyue Dao with one hand, pointed it at Zhuge Liang: "Battle!"

Qin Qiong also stepped forward, his twin halberds crossing in front of him, sweeping outward, sparks flying as the long and short halberds ignited directly: "Battle!"

"Battle!"

Zhuge Liang wielded two massive Zhuge Repeating Crossbows, clearly intending to use them as hammers.

"Military advisor, though your repeating crossbow is exquisite, it cannot withstand a few strikes of my Qinglong Yanyue Dao." Guan Yu said.

"... Exquisite." Beside him, Qin Qiong stared at the hammer-like Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, feeling this thing had nothing to do with exquisite no matter how he looked at it.

The sight of Zhuge Liang holding twin "hammers" reminded him of someone—Li Yuanba!

"Yunchang, don't worry about gaining the weapon's advantage; my repeating crossbow has already been blessed by Fengxian, so there's no problem." Zhuge Liang lifted his Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

The blessed Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, though not said to surpass the Qinglong Yanyue Dao, can at least hold its own in battle.

"Ho!"

Guan Yu nodded, bellowed violently, dragged his Qinglong Yanyue Dao along the ground before lifting it, the icy blade light slicing the earth, the jade-green blade rushing toward Zhuge Liang.

A faint dragon's roar echoed.

Flying Dragon in the Sky!

Qin Qiong gripped his twin halberds, leaned sideways and spun, the halberds trembling and ringing, humming.

He swept out a curtain of flame.

Sweeping Away a Thousand Armies!

Zhuge Liang did not dodge or evade; his twin hammers—twin Zhuge Repeating Crossbows—respectively smashed toward both sides.

The bell-strike sound rang out.

The three fought as one, killing intent permeating the air, as if forming a brutal cold-weapon battlefield.

Golden halberds and iron horses, swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger!

Slightly farther away, Gardner dragged his wounded body, wanting to flee but unable to, being tightly entangled by the drunkard boy who had not yet unleashed his full strength but was already severely wounded, like a madman.

It's you!

I, the esteemed Drunkard Boy, am a famous great demon; now in such a miserable state, you must take responsibility!

Die for me!

What the Drunkard Boy doesn't know is that Gardner, by having the flute-player release the Black Death, indirectly saved his life.

If not for the Black Death making him kneel before Tang Luo in advance and vomit blood, prompting Tang Luo to retreat a step voluntarily.

If that spear really went down, the person would be gone — oh, the demon would be gone.

Killing demons, Elder Xuanzang is a professional.

Over here, Shutendoji disregarded the Black Death and chased after his lifesaver, wildly berating him, while Tang Luo walked over to Sun Hongyun: "Where's your true body?"

This broken Sun Hongyun isn't the main body.

But a substitute — not a person, but a construct of unknown material, achieving a level of realism indistinguishable from the real thing.

Anyway, Qin Wushuang didn't notice this old opponent wasn't the real person come in the flesh, until Sun Hongyun was blasted to bits by the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

Only then did he discover this grandson was playing dirty.

No wonder the Black Death had no effect on him — he fundamentally isn't human, isn't a living being, yet was there pretending to cough.

Then, Qin Wushuang thought, this way, the only one truly "carved with words" on the face was him alone.

Instantly, he felt extremely displeased.

In this Battle of Tianling, clearly his War Spirit was the strongest! He would be the final victor!

"Want to see?" Sun Hongyun laughed.

"I'll wait. Don't disappoint me." Tang Luo said a sentence, turned, and left.

No movement was seen from him, yet the Sun Hongyun substitute behind him shattered completely.

Tang Luo strolled leisurely, walking toward the chasing, entangled, killing Shutendoji and Gardner.

The Xuanbian in his hand transformed, actually turning into a folded umbrella.

Shutendoji and Gardner simultaneously halted their actions.

Gardner completely turned into a mass of black mist, while Shutendoji's body once again became clear liquor.

The two naturally discovered Lu Bu's target was them.

Heavily injured, they definitely weren't a match, decisively choosing a ceasefire for self-preservation.

Tang Luo opened the Xuanbian Umbrella in his hand and held it up; while opening the umbrella, his left hand reached out and casually slapped.

The black mist and liquor were struck by the invisible Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal.

The black mist tumbled, condensed, then shattered into pieces — Jack the Ripper along with Gardner inside, unable to even utter final words, died on the spot.

The liquor Shutendoji had turned into directly exploded.

Like a burst water pipe had appeared in midair, large amounts of liquor sprayed out.

The air filled with rich wine fragrance, liquor mixed with Gardner's blood drifting down.

Landing on the Xuanbian Umbrella's canopy, all blocked.

None stained Tang Luo.

Zhuge Liang and the others fighting over there naturally wouldn't have Tang Luo's leisurely elegance; drenched head to face, they didn't care, continuing to fight.

Just a small scene.

Hirata Mi lay on the ground playing dead, silently chanting in her heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

Liquor drifted into her ear, and Shutendoji's faint voice sounded: "Quick, quick, go summon the Lord! This person can only be dealt with by the Lord!"

This guy, his vitality is truly tenacious.

Hirata Mi's body trembled slightly, her already faint aura weakening further, life like a candle in the wind, as if she would die the next second.

This is her way of summoning the Lord.

However you put it, she's a Spirit Lord; the War Spirit behind her won't let Hirata Mi die so easily.

With Hirata Mi dying, that powerful War Spirit would also react.

"Right, hurry and get the person here, otherwise it'd be too boring." Tang Luo's voice reached her ear.

Nearly scared Hirata Mi into "one Buddha born, two Buddhas ascended to heaven."

Shutendoji swiftly left Hirata Mi's ear, reformed into the beautiful youth's appearance, and was about to flee.

Tang Luo didn't pursue either, letting him go call for reinforcements.

"Ha!"

On the other side, Guan Yu and Qin Qiong's offensive suddenly turned fierce, pressing down Zhuge Liang who had originally held the upper hand.

Qin Wushuang also let out a long breath.

The Black Death on them was suddenly lifted.

Gardner dead, the Black Death's disappearance was inevitable, but the Pied Piper hid, never showing face, logically should've been able to hang on a while longer.

Now the Black Death suddenly lifted, there's only one possibility.

The Pied Piper is dead!

Was it Sun Hongyun's true self arriving to act, or...

Shutendoji, who had escaped a hundred meters, suddenly leaned back, his head yanking his body to fly backward, sliding and rolling on the ground, only stopping once back on the "battlefield."

Embedded in his head was an axe, nearly splitting it in two.

Shutendoji once again demonstrated what tenacious vitality means, grabbing the axe with both hands and yanking it out hard.

The wound rapidly healed.

The discarded axe trembled twice, flew up, and returned to its owner's hand.

It was a middle-aged man, with white curled hair similar to a Chief Justice's, but slightly bald in the middle, white stockings on his calves very conspicuous.

Beside him were three other men with similarly Western faces.

One looked older, cheeks narrow and gaunt, bearing a hint of sorrow, black trench coat, also holding an axe in hand.

If not for the other two lacking axes, one might easily mistake them for Axe Gang members.

"Valentine, you finally deigned to come out."

Qin Wushuang said, three big favorites, they still knew each other.

"How could I not come when it's so lively?" said the youngest man, "I spent a little time chasing a small mouse, but it's good you're not dead—otherwise I'd have come for nothing."

"Talking is useless, time waits for no one." The man in the black windbreaker lunged forward, leapt into the air, and crossed dozens of meters in midair.

The axe in his hand swung at the rising Shuten-doji.

Shuten-doji's fury blazed like fire—he is a famous great demon, after all!

Why should anyone be allowed to bully him? Counterattack! Tear this man apart!

One arm flew into the air, crashed to the ground, and exploded into liquor.

The man in the black windbreaker swung his axe and cut off Shuten-doji's arm: "Though not a vampire, he is still a scourge and must be eradicated."

The other axe-wielding man also threw his axe.

The target was precisely Tang Luo.

Tang Luo shifted his body slightly to dodge the incoming axe; his expression under the umbrella was somewhat strange.

He roughly guessed the identities of these two axe men.

Falling Cherry Divine Axe Washington, and also the vampire hunter Lincoln!

So, the final battle spirit...

To demonstrate his identity, the bearded man hurled a dull gray object at Qin Wushuang: "Explode! Explosion is art!"

Well, the demolition genius Nobel.

In the hotel, Liu Wuxiu, who witnessed this scene, wept tears of joy—wonderful, he is not alone.

One melody of intestinal rupture, where in the world can one find a kindred spirit?