novelraw Chapter 1397 1395: Do You Take a Tiger's Silence for a Sick Cat?!
Chapter 1397 1395: Do You Take a Tiger's Silence for a Sick Cat?!
A shadow blotted out the sky and swooped down on him!
Zhu Sui, who was deep in thought, snapped back to reality instantly.
What a close call!
He almost fell into Xiao Qiwen's wordplay!
He nearly gave way!
If the Chi Yun Army pursued now, Zhu Qilue, severely injured and carrying an unconscious woman, would likely be caught before leaving Chi Yan City!
Really too close!
Xiao Qiwen is truly too devious, he almost fell for his trap again.
He quickly withdrew his long spear.
Xiao Qiwen's Mystic Iron Fan had already touched the spearhead. Seeing Lu Bai rush in recklessly, he inwardly cursed, intending to suppress Zhu Sui's long spear but was still half a step too slow.
Regardless.
Zhu Sui was once the top master of the Fire Clan, his reactions were absolutely peerless.
Seeing Lu Bai pouncing over, his long spear had already, in an instant, freed itself from the control of the Mystic Iron Fan, pulling back.
At the same time!
He stepped back two steps, swift as the clouds.
Lu Bai's broadsword slashed down, breaking through the sound barrier with a resounding crack, smashing a hole in the void.
Boom!
The broadsword whizzed past Zhu Sui, crashing heavily to the ground, yet it didn't harm Zhu Sui in the slightest.
Zhu Sui stood firm, his eyes cold.
Swish!
A spear thrust!
Fast as lightning!
To others, it seemed like a casual thrust, but as the spearhead neared Lu Bai's body, it instantly turned into thousands upon thousands of spearheads!
Densely stabbing towards Lu Bai.
Lu Bai was taken aback, thinking he would succeed in his sneak attack, but didn't expect Zhu Sui, even after a hundred years, to still be so fast, able to react instantly and counterattack.
"Damn it."
Xiao Qiwen cursed viciously. This guy couldn't accomplish anything right and only added chaos!
He was about to succeed in his deception; Zhu Sui was almost about to lower his long spear. But Lu Bai, impatient and impulsive, raised his sword.
Now look!
Instead, he himself was trapped, about to die under Zhu Sui's spear.
Did he really think Zhu Sui was easy to deal with?!
After all, he was once the top master of the Fire Clan, and now that Gong Wenya is missing, who knows if his skills have remained sharp after a hundred years.
If they were as formidable as back then.
Even if the five Great Elders united, they wouldn't be Zhu Sui's match.
Reckless!
Really too reckless!
Working with a brainless guy like this could drive him crazy.
You can't rush things, doesn't he understand this simple truth?!
Xiao Qiwen was full of resentment, even thinking of not rescuing him. He might as well let Zhu Sui deal with this idiot and rid himself of this nuisance.
However, he reconsidered.
If he really let Zhu Sui kill Lu Bai, wouldn't that boost his morale?
Once Zhu Sui finds that his skills are still sharp, wouldn't the Fire Clan be turned upside down again?
Now that Gong Wenya's whereabouts are unknown, his life or death uncertain.
If Zhu Sui regains his prowess, there might truly be no one to stop him.
When Gong Wenya gets back and sees this mess, he might kill him ten times over!
Shit…
He still had to save him.
After a mental struggle, Xiao Qiwen finally made his move at the last second, throwing the Mystic Iron Fan in his hand towards Zhu Sui's long spear.
Clang——
A deafening clash of metal resounded.
All the Chi Yun Army present couldn't withstand such a sound, covering their ears painfully, as if their brains were about to explode.
When the long spear was just a centimeter from Lu Bai's throat.
The Mystic Iron Fan flying in from the side deflected the spearhead.
After the collision.
The long spear vibrated violently, transmitting through the shaft to Zhu Sui's hand, making his palm throb with pain, almost losing grip on the long spear.
Thankfully, he gritted his teeth and grasped the long spear back.
The Mystic Iron Fan, however, rebounded, flying faster and faster, heading straight for Xiao Qiwen.
Xiao Qiwen was shocked, the Mystic Iron Fan carrying formidable spiritual power; he dared not catch it and quickly ducked, but was still a beat slow.
The flying Mystic Iron Fan shaved off a piece of his scalp, leaving him bald. If it had been just half an inch lower, it would've sliced his head in two.
Blood gushed, flesh torn, a ghastly sight!
His head felt like it was splitting, grimacing in pain, clutching his head and taking several steps back, collapsing onto the ground.
Never thought he could get hurt this way!
Damn bad luck.
Lu Bai was already petrified with fear, staring blankly as if turned to stone, dumbfounded.
Hearing Xiao Qiwen's scream, he came to his senses, turning around in a daze.
Suddenly.
His scalp tingled, his head shrank back reflexively.
"Damn!"
Lu Bai cursed, eyes nearly popping out!
As expected but unexpected.
Although he hadn't fought in nearly a century, once he did, he maintained his level from a hundred years ago.
"Zhu Sui, are you looking to die?!"
Zhu Sui's palm was only slightly injured, not very serious. Seeing Xiao Qiwen's shaved scalp, he chuckled coldly. Even after a hundred years of not using spiritual power, he was still this formidable!
He seemed to have found the passion from a hundred years ago, blood boiling in his body.
Swish!
He raised his long spear again, pointing straight at Lu Bai.
"At a time like this, you still say such things? I think it's you all who are looking to die."
Zhu Sui coldly swept his eyes over everyone.
The Chi Yun Army was already scared out of their wits, as if their souls had left their bodies, standing like statues, not daring to move or even breathe loudly.
"Did you take me for a sick cat because the tiger doesn't roar?! Today, I'll let you taste what true spear skills are! After a century of not fighting, who knew a fight could be so invigorating!"
Bang!
Zhu Sui's figure suddenly turned into a shadow.
A fraction of a breath!
Appeared directly before Lu Bai.
One spear thrust, yet like a hundred!
Dazzling!
Aura like a rainbow!
Lu Bai, scared out of his wits, had already lost judgment, blindly raising his broadsword, clumsily trying to fend off.
He could only ensure he didn't lose his life, unable to even think of counterattack.
Leaving Fire Spear Skill!
Terror...
Truly terrifying!
None could likely survive such spear skills.
Even though Lu Bai was desperately blocking, it was clear he was weakening, soon to be exhausted and ultimately perish under the long spear.
The long-mouthed Chi Yun Army finally witnessed the true strength of the once top master of the Fire Clan.
Truly chilling to the bone!
Just as Zhu Sui was getting the hang of it and Lu Bai was gradually losing the battle.
Suddenly!
A clear voice resounded slowly from outside the door.
Though calm as water, it carried endless killing intent, mockery, and scorn within.
"Did you forget why you refrained from fighting when I'm not around?"
A single sentence.
Directly stopped Zhu Sui in his tracks!
Like a giant hand descending from the sky, harshly slapping Zhu Sui.
He halted his long spear abruptly, looking in terror and shock at the door, bewilderment and panic visible in his eyes.
Though Zhu Sui had stopped, Lu Bai seemed unaware, still wildly swinging his broadsword to fend off Zhu Sui's attack.
"Enough, enough."
Hearing the voice behind him, Lu Bai felt a gentle pat on his shoulder. His strength drained instantly, collapsing to the ground, pale as death.
Turning back, he was both shocked and delighted.
"High... High Priest!"