Chapter 608

Not good!

Zhu Xing's voice was not low; Le Zhuang had intended to sneak away, but hearing Zhu Xing and Kong Yuan Si's talk, although he did not reduce his escape speed, he couldn't help glancing back.

He immediately noticed a black shadow lunging forward, arms outstretched like two vicious snakes.

It was extremely terrifying!

As the black shadow's long hands were about to grab him, Le Zhuang gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes, shoved Wang Ping'an forward, and said, "Ping'an, run!"

He didn't know whether the one- or two-year-old child before him, who couldn't speak yet, could understand his words.

He could only hope that the child could understand his words.

Otherwise, both he and the child would perish here; he prepared to use his own life to restrain the pursuing black shadow.

Give Wang Ping'an a chance to escape!

Otherwise.

Even if he didn't die at the black shadow's hands, once he and Wang Ping'an fell into Zhu Xing's hands, he knew exactly what sort of person Zhu Xing was—not only would he himself fare poorly, but even this one- or two-year-old Wang Ping'an would likely meet no good end, possibly becoming fodder for the vicious dog Zhu Xing kept.

Pfft!

Just as Le Zhuang steeled himself, suppressed his fear, prepared to rush at the lunging black shadow to delay it and give Wang Ping'an a chance to escape, a flow of light flashed before his eyes; before he could react or understand what was happening, he heard a clear sound.

The next moment.

The black shadow that had lunged at him, with unusually long arms like two vicious snakes, shattered instantly into a wisp of black mist.

Only a flying sword hovered where the black shadow had been.

Le Zhuang first stared, then realized, instinctively turning to look at Wang Ping'an and exclaimed in astonishment, "Is it you?"

Just that.

What disappointed him was that Wang Ping'an gave no response, still looking clueless and innocent like a one- or two-year-old, showing no unusual expression.

Le Zhuang wasn't surprised; he knew this flying sword was Wang Ping'an's life-saving artifact, something his uncle had told him about—apparently it activated when danger struck.

"Ping'an, can you make this artifact save my uncle, that is, your master..."

Le Zhuang, out of the corner of his eye, saw Xuanqing Daozhang, who had just displayed great divine might, now falling under the overwhelming siege of black shadows; he instinctively began to speak, but before he could finish, he realized and said self-mockingly:

"This is merely your life-saving artifact, not a treasure you can control; besides, you're only one or two—can you even understand my words, or know what's happening now? What good does it do for me to tell you this?"

Having said that, Le Zhuang dared not waste time; he again approached Wang Ping'an, picked him up, and exerted all his strength to flee as quickly as possible.

He hadn't forgotten his promise to his uncle; he couldn't let his uncle die in vain. Going with his uncle to the Yellow Springs would be fine, but he couldn't bring this innocent Wang Ping'an, who is only a one- or two-year-old newly arrived in this world and hasn't yet seen its wonders.

Moreover.

Moreover, to avenge his uncle in the future, if nothing unexpected or miraculous occurs, he must pin his hopes on this child. He knows his own limits; over the years he has suffered much at Zhu Xing's hands, and he knows he has survived repeatedly only thanks to Cui Ji—whenever he was about to be played to death by Zhu Xing's vicious dog, he had not a scrap of good flesh left, only dog bites, and it was Cui Ji who repeatedly interceded for him.

This was certainly not out of Cui Ji's kindness, but because Cui Ji worried that if he were diminished, Zhu Xing would lose a source of amusement and reduce his standing in Zhu Xing's eyes.

So.

That's why he repeatedly protected him, even sparing no precious elixir to preserve his life.

After years of oppression, he knows better than anyone that he is just an ordinary person, and relying solely on hatred to seek vengeance against Zhu Xing is nearly impossible.

He had originally hoped his uncle possessed some extraordinary ability, could teach him skills, enable a dramatic transformation, and give him the capability to take revenge on Zhu Xing.

Of course.

If his uncle couldn't bring about such a transformation or grant him the ability to avenge Zhu Xing, the only resort would be for his uncle to capture Zhu Xing, have him behead Zhu Xing's dog head, and bring it to his parents' graves as an offering.

But now his uncle is about to die miserably at Kong Yuan Si's hands; hoping his uncle will help him avenge is nearly impossible, and he doesn't believe that giving himself ten or twenty years to develop would enable him to take revenge on Zhu Xing, so naturally he can only place his hopes on his uncle's disciple.

Therefore.

He would even sacrifice his own life to ensure Wang Ping'an escapes this place.

This novel you have arrived

Zhu Xing complained, "Imperial Attendant Kong, you can't even capture two children?"

"My lord, it was my oversight; I didn't expect this old Daoist to give them a defensive treasure!"

Kong Yuan Si had originally been strengthening one black shadow after another, intending to use Human Sea Tactic to besiege Xuanqing Daozhang; he never imagined that Xuanqing Daozhang, merely an early Golden Core cultivator, would be harder to provoke than the late Golden Core cultivators he had slain years ago, and could almost rival the Nascent Soul cultivator who had died at his hands.

Not to mention the prowess of the Ziqi Jiejue he displayed, Xuanqing Daozhang had also cultivated to a profound level and could simultaneously unleash one powerful spell after another.

There are offensive spells as well as defensive ones!

He could only use Human Sea Tactic to exhaust Xuanqing Daozhang's internal spells, then consider how to deal with him.

He didn't take Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an seriously; although the black shadows he dispatched were inferior to those currently besieging Xuanqing Daozhang, they were still comparable to a martial artist of Foundation Establishment level—capturing Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Unexpectedly.

Yet this black shadow of his was actually dealt with by Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an!

Only after glancing did he realize how his black shadow had been dealt with—apparently that simple flying sword—and he didn't think much of it.

For a cultivator as capable as Xuanqing Daozhang to give his junior a life-saving treasure is perfectly normal.

Zhu Xing impatiently said, "Imperial Attendant Kong, if you can't capture those two little brats, should I call in others?"

As Zhu Xing's words fell, beside the carriage, one burly warrior after another was about to speak up and take the task when Kong Yuan Si preempted them, saying, "My lord, rest assured, this time I will absolutely not be careless!"

(End of chapter)