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Chapter 118: My Father Will Come to Save Us!
🕑 Added 2024-09-23 03:57:22 +0000 UTCCrack, crack… boom!
The cracks on the light barrier multiplied until it shattered with a resounding crash, and the seven-colored cauldron that Qin Zi had transformed into continued its descent.
"Young Master!"
The old servant in coarse robes turned pale.
At that moment, a furious roar came from beneath the cauldron.
"Get lost—"
Instantly, a surge of power at the Saint Realm level erupted like a breached dam, slamming into the cauldron with overwhelming force.
Clang!
The cauldron let out a dull sound as it was knocked backward into the sky, cracks rapidly spreading across its surface, seemingly on the verge of exploding.
However, in the next moment.
The cauldron radiated golden light, turning translucent, and inside, Qin Zi could be seen. His hair grew rapidly and transformed into golden strands.
The cracks on the cauldron quickly vanished, and it expanded, descending once again with even more dominant force.
Boom!!
The ground trembled as if the sky and earth were collapsing, and a massive shockwave rippled outward, sending dust and debris flying.
When the dust settled.
A massive pit, a hundred meters wide, appeared in the battlefield, and at the bottom of the pit, a figure knelt on one knee.
His hands pressed against the ground, head hanging low, with disheveled hair covering his face. Blood trickled slowly from the corner of his mouth…
It was Lu Chong!
In front of him stood a tall, imposing figure, looking down at him from above—it was Qin Zi.
"Heh, so this is what you meant by suppressing your cultivation and fighting me?" Qin Zi sneered as he looked at Lu Chong.
Swoosh!
Everyone present was utterly astonished by the scene.
Lu Chong had lost!
Losing wasn’t the biggest issue, but the fact that Lu Chong had previously boasted about giving the black-clad youth a one-realm advantage, implying that even with this handicap, he would still crush him.
Such arrogance!
But now, he had lost, and it wasn’t just a loss—it was a humiliating defeat. His previous boasting had turned into a complete joke. He couldn't even win with his full strength, yet he had claimed to fight with suppressed cultivation and give his opponent an advantage.
It was pure self-humiliation!
In that instant, Lu Chong’s towering image in everyone’s minds crumbled, falling from the heights of glory into the depths of disgrace.
A prodigy had been defeated—and not just defeated, but stripped of all dignity, nailed to a pillar of shame.
If today’s events were to spread, not only would Lu Chong never be able to lift his head again, but the entire Lu family would become a laughingstock!
What could be more terrifying than self-inflicted humiliation?
Heh heh heh… heh heh heh heh…
Suddenly, an eerie laugh echoed through the air, low and sinister, even bordering on madness.
Everyone's hearts raced, a sense of dread rising within them.
Swoosh!
They turned to look.
Lu Chong was slowly standing up, a twisted smile on his face. The blood-red scar on his forehead was radiating an unprecedented killing intent.
"Who would have thought... that even I, Lu Chong, would face such a day? You’ve truly surprised me, boy."
He coldly gazed at Qin Zi, like a tiger about to pounce, his voice devoid of any emotion. "To be honest, today’s crushing defeat has shaken me deeply, but... I can accept it."
"However… this matter won’t just harm me—it will deal a severe blow to the Lu family’s reputation, and because of that…"
"This is bad!"
"He’s going to silence us!"
"Run!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the surrounding prodigies turned pale, and without any hesitation, they leapt into the air.
But it was already too late.
Bang, bang, bang!
Several figures attempting to flee suddenly stopped mid-air, their heads slamming into an invisible barrier, leaving them bloodied.
Buzz!
Above Lansheng Peak, a massive golden barrier slowly emerged, enveloping the entire mountain.
"What?!"
Everyone was horrified, and one of them shouted in outrage, "Lu Chong! We’re all prodigies from various major forces. Do you think the Lu family won’t become enemies of the entire Eastern Domain if you do this?!"
"Heh, I don’t know what you’re talking about… You were all killed by a demon, what does that have to do with the Lu family?"
Lu Chong replied coldly.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
In the next moment, thick black mist shot up from the pavilions on the mountain, quickly enveloping the entire peak.
The black mist was contained within the dome-shaped barrier, and from a distance, the barrier now appeared like a giant black sphere!
Inside, it was as if demons were dancing wildly.
"How dare you, demon, cause trouble on our Lu family’s Divine Mist Mountain!" A furious shout echoed.
"Heh heh, all of you, die!"
"Fiend, stop your arrogance!!"
"Kill!!"
Boom—
In an instant, a dozen or so strong members of the Lu family rushed out from the various pavilions on Lansheng Peak, putting on a performance of battling the "demon."
Seeing this, the young prodigies turned pale, their scalps tingling with fear.
Despair quietly crept into their hearts.
Judging from the scene, the Lu family clearly didn’t plan to let them live. After all, if they were all "killed by a demon," the Lu family would bear no responsibility.
"Young hero, capture Lu Chong!!"
Suddenly, someone had an idea, their eyes lighting up as they shouted at Qin Zi, who stood in the pit.
The others quickly turned their gazes toward Qin Zi!
He was their last hope. If Qin Zi could capture Lu Chong, perhaps they still had a chance to survive.
However, the next moment, they were all dumbfounded.
And then, hopeless.
They noticed a bitter smile on Qin Zi’s face—he had already been captured by the old servant in coarse robes.
"Ahem... everyone, don’t worry. Even though I’m captured, I believe my father will come to save us."
Qin Zi forced a couple of dry laughs.
At this point, they could only wait for rescue.
The strength of the old servant who had captured him was unfathomable—Qin Zi had no chance of resisting. At the very least, the servant was a Saint of the Third Heaven!
"Heh, who can save you?"
The old servant sneered and said, "This barrier can block any Saint below the Ninth Heaven, and it cuts off all communication devices! So, you can just wait for death."
After finishing, he turned to Lu Chong and respectfully asked, "Young master, how should I deal with this one?"
"Turn him into fireworks."
Lu Chong replied coldly.
"Understood!"
A cruel smile crept across the old servant’s face as he lifted Qin Zi into the air, preparing to blow him up in a spectacular display.
The young master enjoyed fireworks.
Many who had offended the young master had ended up as blood-red fireworks in the sky, their vibrant colors lighting up the heavens...
Suddenly!
The old servant’s expression changed drastically.
He was shocked to find that the "firework" he was controlling was no longer responding to his commands.
At that moment, a playful voice rang out, "So, you like fireworks? Let’s try lighting one."
The old servant’s pupils contracted sharply!
He quickly turned around, only to see Lu Chong’s body being lifted into the air, and then, in a moment of terror, exploding with a bang.
Boom—
A deafening explosion shook the air, and a blood-red firework blossomed in the sky, its brilliance blinding and vibrant.
The old servant stood frozen.
The wrinkles on his face began to tremble, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes as he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Young Master—"
His heart shattered, and his mind went blank, as if the sky had fallen.
It wasn’t just his feelings for the young master; it was also because he was the young master’s death warrior.
The young master was dead, and so too was his own fate!
As he stared at the vibrant blood trails falling from the sky like a crimson flower, his heart quaked.
After a long moment.
He took a deep breath, his entire being radiating an icy cold aura, and he slowly turned to face the man responsible. "It was you! You killed the young mas—"
Poof!!
Before he could finish speaking, a destructive force of pure law pierced his body, wiping out every trace of life within him!
"Are you really that slow? Do you expect me to wait for you?"
A calm, mocking voice echoed. In the final moments of his life, the old servant finally saw the face of the one who had killed him.
It was a handsome young man dressed in white.
Indeed, it was Qin Zi’s father.
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