CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 142: FLEE YUN CANG—THE FARTHER, THE BETTER

The disciple with the last name Lu suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed shrouded in black mist, as if someone had strangled his throat, and he screamed sharply and fiercely, "Prosper with me, perish against me!"

As soon as the words fell, the bodies of two people unexpectedly exploded instantly, blood splattering, bones breaking, their internal organs turned into a mass of mush, and white brain matter rolling.

This gruesome scene shocked all eight Hall Masters, who instinctively withdrew backward, trembling violently when they came to their senses, their eyes bloodshot, staring at the scene before them.

The dead disciples’ dismembered bodies and blood surprisingly spelled out two words.

"Life!"

"Death!"

Everyone’s teeth were rattling, Du Hongyue’s eyes were about to split, a long spear in her hand surrounded by fierce flames, impatient to rush out now and cause a ruckus.

"Too much to bear, too much to bear, too much to bear!"

She roared loudly, filled with anger, sorrow, and a faint thread of desolation.

"What to do, what to do?!"

An Elder nearby couldn’t help but cry out loud, white-haired like an old wolf in the forest, full of lamentation.

...

Soon the news reached Lu Chengfeng.

He closed his eyes, feeling cold for the first time, and a barely noticeable fear.

This was not him roaming the Martial World, upholding justice, eliminating the Black Wind Stronghold;

Nor was it changing his name and identity, secretly hunting others;

Much less overpowering the weak, exterminating the Li Family, and seizing beauty.

What is coming, is a terrifying strong person they can’t possibly contend with, a tyrant with cruel and ruthless means, who can kill his wife and children, who can slaughter cities and destroy clans.

He doesn’t care about the world, doesn’t care about public opinion, practicing the path of life and death.

What he wants is...

Prosper with me, perish against me!

The two skeletons in front of the mountain gate, one living, one dead, bloody proclaim the will of the Lord of Youdu.

Lu Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel chills in his heart, all his smugness, pride, satisfaction, and the pleasure from conquering Zhu Yuxian, all turned into bone-chilling cold.

They underestimated the terrors of the Celestial Human; underestimated the cruelty of the Lord of Youdu; overestimated their own strength...

Will the Lord of Youdu really, as they planned, walk obediently into the Trapped Dragon Abyss?

What if he doesn’t?!

If he comes with his iron cavalry, causing a storm of blood and rain, those who surrender will live, those who resist will die...

How many Sect disciples will dare to fight then?

And how many Sect Elders are willing to fight?

Besides Zhu Yuxian, can the other three First Seat Elders still be trusted?

Will they really activate the Great Five Elements Extinction Sword Array as discussed?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and unknowingly, Lu Chengfeng’s hair stood on end, his complexion turning extremely ashen.

He instinctively cast a glance at the True Disciple who came to deliver the message, his hand unconsciously resting on the Red Flood Dragon Sword at his waist.

"Kill him!"

"Quietly leave with Zhu Yuxian."

"Escape Yun Cang, as far as possible."

Lu Chengfeng’s grip on the sword hilt tightened, veins bulging, his palm slightly moist.

"If one does not act for oneself, heaven will condemn, earth will destroy, as long as I can survive, someday I can surpass the Lord of Youdu, why send myself to die in vain?"

His expression was ever-changing, the intent to kill in his heart becoming increasingly intense.

The disciple seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere too, cold sweat breaking on his forehead, not daring to lift his head to look at Lu Chengfeng, hoarsely saying, "Young Sect Leader, the eight Hall Masters asked me to inquire what we should do next?"

"What should we do next?!" Lu Chengfeng didn’t speak, but the pressure and various emotions in his heart intertwined, pressing down like a mountain on his chest, nearly suffocating him.

He wanted to curse out loud, what to do, what to do, how should I know what to do?

He wanted to stab this guy in front of him with a sword, venting his fear and pressure, and then flee madly with Zhu Yuxian.

Yet, unknowingly, his back grew straighter and straighter.

"So, I am afraid too?"

Lu Chengfeng spoke this out loud, allowing the disciple in front of him to hear too, who lowered his head even further, sweat pooling on the ground into a small puddle, wishing he were deaf, hearing nothing.

"Ha, you don’t need to fear!" Lu Chengfeng slowly said, taking a deep breath, exhaling five-colored light from his mouth and nose, "To be honest, I even had a fleeting thought of running away just now."

The kneeling disciple couldn’t help but think upon hearing this, "Will I die once the Young Sect Leader finishes speaking?"

"But I am still somewhat unwilling!" Lu Chengfeng gazed towards the direction of the mountain gate, "Just like this, without a fight, scared away by the enemy, or kneeling to surrender..."

"My heart, feels suffocated."

His right hand caressed the sword hilt, his Sword Artifact seemed to hide a deep ferocity, like a Flood Dragon bound by iron chains, lurking with claws and teeth, harboring killing intent and fury, ready at any time to break free and devour people.

"Then fight!"

Who knows when, Zhu Yuxian had already awakened, her eyes snapped open, five-colored radiance swirling in her pupils, then transformed into a sky-piercing beam, reaching the clouds, the weather for miles changing, a sky full of clouds and mist, vast and mighty.

Lu Chengfeng glanced at her, this woman magnificent in fine clothes, skin like ice and jade, naturally proud, her brows full of coldness and defiance.