Chapter 51

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"Boom—"

As soon as the few celestial lizards gathered, they were thrown in all directions by a loud thud.

The two sand dragons, after repelling the surrounding attack, still refused to separate, coiling around each other. However, they both took the opportunity to spew toxic mist and tear with their mouths, showing extreme anger. The remaining celestial lizards were exceptionally fierce, swarming forward. Immediately, the wind and sand danced wildly, and the cries and roars rose and fell.

In no time, one of the sand dragons was caught by the tails of two celestial lizards. In pain, it twisted and coiled. Its companion turned to save it, but four or five celestial lizards pounced simultaneously. The two dragons could not handle both fronts and were forced to separate. The smaller sand dragon quickly found itself surrounded and unable to cope. The celestial lizards took the opportunity to charge, using their sharp dorsal fins to slice open the sand dragon's waist and abdomen, then tearing and biting it in a frenzy. In a few breaths, they had torn it into several pieces.

The surviving sand dragon, seeing its companion die, was overwhelmed with grief and anger, emitting a series of cries as it prepared to counterattack. However, seven or eight celestial lizards pressed in relentlessly, leaving it no room to advance or retreat, and no chance to escape. It seemed destined for the same fate. At the critical moment, it suddenly leaped out of the encirclement.

The group of lizards pursued closely, not letting up.

The sand dragon feinted, then turned sharply in mid-air, lashing out with its long tail. With a series of loud thuds, it fiercely struck the celestial lizards that had devoured its companion. Taking advantage of the situation, it turned and opened its large mouth, snatching a fist-sized pearl from the blood and flesh on the ground, then dived into the sand and disappeared.

The celestial lizards, realizing they had been tricked, were not about to give up. They flailed their limbs, digging holes and throwing sand, then sank into the ground, one by one vanishing from sight.

Wujiao still sat like a stone, his face full of disbelief.

A sudden and shocking event had left everyone unprepared, and then, in a dazzling flurry, it vanished without a trace. If not for the scattered blood and flesh on the distant sand, it would have seemed like an illusion!

Who would have thought that a battle among a group of monsters could be so thrilling. Especially the surviving sand dragon, which, when isolated, remained calm and used a feint to successfully escape underground. It was unclear what use the pearl it had fought so hard to obtain might have.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded: "What a pity about that demon pearl; we missed a great opportunity..."

Someone chimed in: "The sand dragon has become a demon, and only then did it form a demon pearl. Given time, its cultivation would be remarkable..."

Wujiao was still puzzled, but his face changed when he heard the voice. He jumped up and then secretly groaned.

Unconsciously, two figures with sword light had rapidly approached to within twenty to thirty feet, splitting left and right to block his path and retreat. They were Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, who had taken advantage of his dire situation to finally achieve their plot. No wonder their words were so relaxed, hm...

"Whether we are destined for the demon pearl or not, capturing this boy and obtaining the treasures on his body will still make this trip worthwhile!"

"Agreed! Let's settle this before Mu Shen arrives..."

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun echoed each other, their words filled with a heavy killing intent, clearly determined to succeed. To them, the wild-looking boy was already doomed.

Wujiao stood there, looking around, his face full of dejection. He said absentmindedly, "According to you two, can the big snake also cultivate? Hehe, he's much stronger than me, a mere mortal..." He knew he couldn't escape, and his smile was forced.

As a mortal, he had faced off against cultivators several times, narrowly escaping each time, and had struggled until today. Although he ultimately failed, he had done his best. If he were to leave now, would Ziyun remember the teacher from Fenghua Valley...

Xiang Rong slowly approached to within ten feet, his pace slowing as he sized up Wujiao, mocking him: "It's not too late to realize your fate!"

In his eyes, the always arrogant boy now looked dejected and spoke in a low tone, clearly having given up his final resistance, a dead man!

Gou Jun, holding his sword in readiness, said, "The sand dragon is a natural spirit, capable of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. After continuous refinement, it can form a demon pearl in its belly, comparable to a high-level cultivator. If not for the difficulty in advancing after mating, the group of celestial lizards would not have had an easy time. As a mortal, how dare you compare yourself to a sand dragon!"

In the eyes of cultivators, mortals are not even as valuable as pigs or dogs. If the mysterious thing inside me doesn't weaken and remains constant, wouldn't it be equivalent to cultivation? If that were true, I wouldn't have to fear these two old men!

Wujiao rubbed his stomach, sighed deeply, and complained, "You two have been deceived by Mu Shen. I've known him for a long time, and we had a falling out over a dispute in a brothel, which led to his constant revenge. As a mortal, I have nothing of value, so please let me off..."

His dirty face was full of sincerity, and his words were pitiful. He looked down at his nearly naked body, indicating that he was telling the truth and pleading for mercy.

Xiang Rong, however, was cold and indifferent: "We'll see if you have any treasures on you shortly. As for your grudge with Mu Shen, he will soon follow you." He approached slowly, his short sword emitting a terrifying light.

Wujiao's eyes twitched, and he exclaimed, "You won't even spare Mu Shen? Aren't you afraid of his master's retribution?" After his surprise, he suddenly lowered his head in a daze.

Xiang Rong, standing three feet away, a hint of cruelty flashed in his cold eyes: "After you and Mu Shen fight to the death, Daoist Xuanyu won't care about a new disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light shot out. After four days of pursuit, he could no longer bear it. Now that the boy was right in front of him, it was time to finish him off.

Wujiao was still looking down, staring at his right hand. A black aura suddenly emerged from his palm, extending three feet in an instant, vaguely forming the shape of a sword, but wavering and almost collapsing.

At the same time, a silver sword light whistled toward him.

Wujiao suddenly looked up, not dodging. At that moment, a killing intent surrounded his brows, and the vortex in his abdomen spun rapidly. A powerful force surged through his body, making the sword aura in his palm solidify and the black light intensify. Without hesitation, he jumped up and swung his arms, chopping down fiercely.

A black sword light shot out, exploding with a "boom," shattering the incoming flying sword and still retaining its power, emitting a hissing sound.

After Xiang Rong attacked, he waited calmly for the kill, but was caught off guard by the sudden change. He tried to retreat, but his protective spiritual energy "cracked" and collapsed. A strange sword aura pierced through his body, instantly splitting him in two. As he flew into the air, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief...

Gou Jun was still examining the sand dragon's remains nearby, secretly calculating his gains. Since Xiang Rong was dealing with the boy, he might as well take the opportunity to pick up some dragon skin and bones. Just as he was thinking about it, he sensed something.

Twenty feet away, blood and flesh were flying, and his old partner was clearly dead.

And the wild-looking boy had actually killed a cultivator...

Gou Jun was stunned, unable to react, and hastily tried to leave the scene.

At that moment, Wujiao was still standing in place, in a stance of holding a sword and chopping, but his expression was blank. In an instant, the killing intent in his brows intensified again, and he suddenly leaped high into the air, swiftly covering ten feet and throwing the sword light in his hand.

Gou Jun had just started to move when he felt a strange and overwhelming killing intent descending. He tried to dodge, but his spirit trembled, and he was powerless. As he was still in shock, he was torn to pieces by the descending sword light, and his blood and flesh splattered, his soul returning to the heavens.

Wujiao, in mid-air, looked majestic but suddenly lost his momentum and fell to the sand. He scrambled to his feet, still with a look of侥幸 (侥幸 means侥幸, but in this context, it can be translated as "侥幸" or "侥幸"), and reached out his hand.

A faint sword light returned, like a pale black smoke. Just as it touched his palm, it vanished...

Wujiao stared at his empty palm for a moment, then looked around as if waking from a dream. Seeing the mess on the ground and smelling the heavy blood, he bent over and vomited.

"Killing! Although I've faced countless dangers and nearly died many times, this is the first time I've killed, and I've killed two cultivators. The intestines and blood look disgusting, but they're no different from mortals. However..."

Wujiao staggered, his weak expression filled with thought.

"However, at the critical moment, I forced myself to use all my strength, and unexpectedly used the black sword. The vortex in my abdomen disappeared. Now, my limbs are weak, and the fatigue of the past few days has suddenly hit me, making me feel as heavy as a mountain, suffocating. If Mu Shen comes, I can only be at his mercy..."

Wujiao looked back at the way he came, turned, and took a step forward, but swayed, barely managing to stay upright.

In a moment, he crossed a sand dune.

He continued to struggle forward, not stopping.

In a daze, he didn't know how far he had gone.

When Wujiao's eyes turned black, his consciousness blurred, and he could no longer support himself, he finally fell to the ground. But he didn't give up, struggling to move and using his last bit of strength to bury himself in the sand. At that moment, an endless abyss seemed to rush toward him.

At this moment, Mu Shen finally arrived at the sandy valley. Seeing the scattered remains, he was shocked for a moment, did not continue the pursuit, and picked up Xiang Rong and Gou Jun's remains, then hurriedly retraced his steps, occasionally looking back, like a bird startled by an arrow... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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