Chapter 313: Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate

The Phoenix Litter, restricted by the formation, could no longer function as the powerful treasure it was, and even risked being damaged.

It was a formation specifically designed to restrict flying vessel treasures, preventing the entire vessel from fleeing, all to leave the disciples aboard behind and prevent Ye Tinglan from focusing on the enemy.

Dugu Qingli acted decisively, immediately retracting the Phoenix Litter.

The massive flying vessel suddenly vanished, leaving several people floating in the air. Yet the cabin, which should have held dozens or even a hundred disciples, was empty, leaving only the three accompanying elders, Lu Xingzhou, Dugu Qingli, and A'nuo, who was peeking out from behind Lu Xingzhou, with no one knowing when she had returned.

"They prepared this long ago?" Fang Qihao and the others paused for a moment, but did not dwell on it; their expressions quickly turned ferocious: "The disciples have transferred, but you are still here! Do not think we possess only the strength we showed on the arena stage!"

"Whoosh!" A'nuo appeared before them: "Your opponent is me."

Seeing this brat, Fang Qihao's anger flared instantly: "Little thing, return my God-Beating Whip!"

The God-Beating Whip was his innate treasure, but now even the brand had been erased by Ye Tinglan, turning it completely into a child's toy; Fang Qihao's heart was bleeding.

A'nuo grinned: "That thing is useless anyway; eat this flatbread!"

The cracked flatbread was pulled out once more.

Fang Qihao indeed did not possess his arena-stage strength now; although this body could at most exert third-grade power, his soul power was super-grade! On the arena stage, he feared Ye Tinglan would notice and dared not use it recklessly, but now he was completely unrestrained.

The result was that as soon as he approached, a vast super-grade pressure came from not far away.

A super-grade elder from the Tianyao Holy Land had arrived.

Fang Qihao's soul power instantly shrank into nothingness.

As a soul that had usurped a body, there was always a subtle mismatch between body and soul; bullying the low-level was fine, but how could he dare clash recklessly with a proper super-grade expert?

"Bang!" The soul power retracted, and he struck A'nuo's flatbread with bare fists.

A'nuo held the flatbread in his left hand, pulled out the God-Beating Whip with his right, and lashed out with a single strike.

Fang Qihao screamed in fury and retreated rapidly.

It was clear A'nuo had never refined the God-Beating Whip, using it purely as a weapon to dance wildly, but the material of the treasure remained; even a single hit would strip off a layer of skin.

Who understands the pain of being chased and beaten by one's own treasure!

The Holy Land's super-grade elder merely emitted pressure to restrain them, not directly dealing with those few usurpers; his main opponent was the elderly leader from Golden Wind Island.

That was not a usurper, but a direct visitor from the Ancient Realm.

The three accompanying Tianyao elders each dealt with two flood dragons, handling the situation with perfect order.

Xiang Guang of Golden Wind Island once again targeted Dugu Qingli.

Lu Xingzhou looked around and found his opponent was that young woman using the Heavenly Net Umbrella, Duan Ning.

But her umbrella had already been broken by Ye Tinglan.

"Do you have another umbrella, Miss?" Lu Xingzhou flashed forward, asking with a smile.

Duan Ning retreated in horror, but Lu Xingzhou followed like a shadow, already at her side.

Duan Ning kicked high, and Lu Xingzhou casually caught it.

Somewhere in the deep sea, Yuan Muyu, wearing the Yan Jun mask: "?"

"Yan Jun?" Before her stood an Old Dragon King, dragon head and human body, dressed in a yellow robe. He had previously seemed to be discussing some matter, but Yuan Muyu had been distracted.

In the air, Duan Ning's leg was caught; she seemed stunned for a moment, then quickly withdrew, revealing a coquettish smile: "So Young Master Lu is also a romantic type... Have you considered that although the Tianyao Holy Land possesses many ancient methods, they are ultimately just a fragmented patchwork? If you join us, you would have access to truly ancient techniques and treasures without end, most suited to your talent?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled: "Is there more?"

Duan Ning's eyes rolled, and she spoke in a seductive voice: "Of course, there is also what Young Master desires... like me. This body is only eighteen years old; is it not more fragrant than those old women?"

Yuan Muyu: "?"

"Yan Jun?" The Old Dragon King called out again.

"Wait a moment." Yuan Muyu gritted her teeth.

The Old Dragon King: "..."

"This condition sounds quite good." Lu Xingzhou continued to press forward: "Then can the Miss give some interest first?"

"Of course..." Duan Ning stopped retreating, instead leaning into Lu Xingzhou's embrace.

Lu Xingzhou appeared completely unguarded, reaching out to embrace her.

"... No!" As she leaned into his embrace, Duan Ning's palm had already slammed viciously onto Lu Xingzhou's chest.

Yuan Muyu: "!!!"

And the hand of Lu Xingzhou, which seemed to be reaching for an embrace, suddenly changed its motion, transforming into an inch-power whip-fist; his fist had already smashed into Duan Ning's flower-like, jade-like face.

Duan Ning's palm struck the Dragon-Suppressing Armor, with only a small amount of force penetrating, which the Tai Xu Rotation dissipated completely, achieving nothing. Meanwhile, her face directly took a deliberate explosive punch; her entire face was smashed to pieces, and she was whipped like a spinning top, flying through the air.

Lu Xingzhou raised his leg and fiercely whipped it down: "This girl was already dead when you usurped her body... Who knows what ugly monster you actually are; did you think I was so desperate?"

"Bang!" A kick landed squarely; Duan Ning's body was dead beyond any possibility of use.

A shadowy yin-soul figure drilled out of the body, its appearance ferocious: "Lu Xingzhou! You are asking for death!"

"Oh my god, a man!" Lu Xingzhou retreated rapidly, revealing a white banner in his hand.

The yin-soul: "?"

Ten thousand ghosts wailed, and the sky suddenly darkened.

An ethereal, immortal duel suddenly changed its style.

Yuan Muyu in the deep sea finally revealed a smile; that smile was not only joy that Lu Xingzhou had resisted beauty, but also because of the Soul Banner.

Who said this was a completely unfamiliar Xingzhou?

Didn't he still keep this Soul Banner... hehe.

"Yan Jun?" The Old Dragon King tightened his face and asked for the third time.