novelraw Chapter 377: Sorry, This Time Youll Be Dragged into It
Chapter 377: Sorry, This Time Youll Be Dragged into It
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The sudden attack of the Nascent Soul Elder caught everyone off guard.
All present lowered their heads and held their breaths, trying to minimize their presence. Snow Child, in particular, silently regretted not leaving earlier and avoiding this troublesome situation altogether.
Yu Zhao’s eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she remained completely still.
Long Fei Fei felt as though her internal organs were being crushed. The taste of blood lingered in her mouth. She struggled to raise her gaze, her voice trembling and disjointed as she said, “I… don’t… know…”
“Still dare to lie!”
The leader’s sharp gaze, as cold and cutting as ice blades, bore down on Long Fei Fei, his voice brimming with oppressive authority.
Long Fei Fei’s head, which she had barely lifted, was forced back into the ground. Her body trembled under the overwhelming pressure.
“You dare harm someone from the Heavenly Fire Sect? Then you won’t need these hands of yours anymore!”
Before he could finish, a dazzling light burst forth from Long Fei Fei’s body, catching everyone off guard. Instinctively, they squinted their eyes against the sudden brightness.“A protective treasure?” The leader’s previously indifferent gaze sharpened in realization.
Protective treasures, crafted only by Divine Transformation cultivators, are top-tier defensive artifacts capable of withstanding three fatal strikes. Their creation requires not only an immense amount of rare materials but also a fragment of the creator’s own soul energy, making them exceptionally rare.
The leader’s surprise was fleeting. He quickly regained his haughty demeanor. A protective treasure, after all, was a lifeless object, only capable of three defenses. Once exhausted, the one who dared provoke the Heavenly Fire Sect would still die!
Boom!
Another blast of blinding light erupted around Long Fei Fei, brighter and more enduring this time. Observers silently lamented the destruction of such a rare artifact.
What a waste…
Long Fei Fei clenched her lips tightly, suppressing her cries of pain. She excelled at stealth and long-distance chases, but a direct confrontation with an opponent was her greatest weakness. Today’s misfortune seemed endless—cornered by her enemies with no place to run or hide, and her identity had already been exposed.
Was this how the School of Skillful Empty Hands’ generations of legacy would end—with her?
Her mind raced, desperate to devise a plan of escape. Yet, the more she thought, the more hopeless she felt. Unless her master somehow emerged from the grave, her fate seemed sealed.
“Three defenses gone, and you’re as good as dead…”
The leader’s words were cut short as Long Fei Fei and Yu Zhao’s figures abruptly vanished from their spots.
No, not vanished. They had reappeared behind Old Man Ji Mie.
Startled, Old Man Ji Mie scrambled to dodge, shouting in protest, “I have no ties with them! Please, senior, see reason!”
Snow Child and Zhang Yi Fan, among others, hurriedly scattered, fearing they too might be implicated.
The leader smirked coldly but then froze, his eyes narrowing. Something was amiss.
These two were illusions! His divine sense spread out, and fury quickly surfaced on his face. Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei hadn’t fled but had leapt into the depths of Chaozong Gorge.
Laughable. A barrier below the gorge blocked their descent, halting them just ten meters down.
Daring to toy with him using illusions? They were courting death!
Black flames erupted behind him, distorting the surrounding space with their intense heat. The air shimmered with waves of searing energy as the once-blue sky darkened into a foreboding purple-black hue. With a flick of his sleeve, an enormous fireball roared toward Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei.
Yu Zhao held Long Fei Fei protectively in her arms, the latter’s consciousness flickering. As the fireball neared, an acute sense of danger jolted Long Fei Fei awake. Weakly, she pushed against Yu Zhao and urged, “You… run…”
“It’s too late,” Yu Zhao replied gravely.
In a flash, countless defensive artifacts—including the Fleeting Life Mirror, Heart-Protecting Mirror, Joyous-Union Seeds, and others—shrouded them both. At the same time, an enraged roar echoed from above, and a black beam of light shot toward the heavens.
The spectators, still processing that Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei had used illusions, were abruptly interrupted by the unexpected appearance of a flamboyantly colorful Three-Eyed Leopard crashing down on them.
“Ow!”
“Ah!”
“Meow meow meow!”
The leopard groaned pitifully, writhing in pain. Feeling something poking at his rear, he cautiously opened one eye and assessed the situation. Realizing the pain wasn’t as severe as expected, he wriggled his hindquarters experimentally. Immediately, groans and curses rose from the unfortunate cultivators who had cushioned his fall.
Only then did the leopard comprehend—he’d landed on these unlucky humans. No wonder it didn’t hurt as much as he thought!
The leopard quickly jumped up and scurried back into the ranks of the Demonic Beasts, anxiously peering down into the gorge. He saw that although Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei were battered and surrounded by only a few remaining defensive artifacts, they were alive. He let out a small sigh of relief.
However, the leader of the Heavenly Fire Sect was now visibly furious. What he had presumed to be two insignificant ants had survived his repeated attacks with astonishing tenacity. Fortunately, his disciples weren’t present to witness his inability to crush them swiftly, or his hard-earned authority might have taken a hit.
But these continuous surprises solidified his resolve. These two were no ordinary opponents; leaving them alive would invite endless trouble. As for the meddling leopard, he could deal with it after finishing off the pair.
“To die by my hands is an honor,” the leader declared. He raised his right hand, summoning several smaller fireballs from the black flames. Each radiated a terrifying energy that made onlookers’ hearts quake with dread.
The once-fearless Hua Tu, now trembling uncontrollably, cursed his rotten luck. His instincts screamed that even a stray spark from these fireballs would incinerate his luxurious fur.
Long Fei Fei, this time, you’ve truly doomed me!
“Yu Zhao… I’m sorry… This time, I’ve dragged you into this…” Long Fei Fei’s voice was barely audible, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
She rarely cried. Her master had drilled it into her that anyone who shed tears couldn’t inherit the legacy of the School of Skillful Empty Hands. Even when captured, insulted, and stripped of her dignity, she hadn’t cried.
But now, faced with death, she couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want to. If she had known she was going to die, she would have given Yu Zhao the gift she’d prepared long ago but had never found the courage to deliver.
And the fool Hua Tu… She had plenty of storybooks stored in her space. He loved them. She should’ve given them to him earlier.
Now, it was too late…
As she closed her eyes, her last thought was that dying alongside Yu Zhao wasn’t so bad. In this life, she owed Yu Zhao a debt. In the next, she would repay it tenfold.
“Amitabha, this humble monk has arrived late.”
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