Chapter 845: Chapter 813: Or Else Master Might Get the Wrong Idea

The people who returned here, besides Jin Shiyin, were only Lady Mi, Yophiel, and Zong Yue.

The remaining three, Black Moon Pope, Tu Lin, and Jinyang Tian, did not return and their whereabouts are unknown.

Seeing Huang Zhaoyue being so arrogant, truly wanting to withstand the combined attack of four Holy Realm experts alone, Zong Yue couldn’t help but grin, the fighting spirit in his eyes rising even more.

“Huang Zhaoyue, I admire your arrogance.”

He twisted his neck, his dark green hair blazing like fire, and just as he drew his sword, he ghostly flashed to the back of the black-and-white female figure and grinned, “I hope you truly have the qualifications for such arrogance!”

He had endured bitter training in the Just Church for many years, isolated from the world, and finally emerged to see if this so-called Imperial Concubine was truly as strong as the legends claim.

Or perhaps, just a little girl boasting an empty reputation?

Seeing the black-and-white woman’s slow reaction, he reached straight for the back of her neck.

But just as he reached out his hand, his pupils subtly contracted, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated—his robust body flashed back to its original place!

Yet his retreat was ultimately slow; an elaborate engraving on his chest suddenly collapsed into a black hole, blood and bones splattering, and as soon as he landed, it was as if pierced by a ray of light, his shoulder and head flying into the air!

The Ghost Bride and Angel Right Wing had just lifted a foot, involuntarily turning back sharply.

“Buzz—!!” A terrifying shockwave swept past them like a devastating storm, cutting across as a kilometer-long bloody lightning.

At the end of the kilometer-long blood thunder, only the man’s samurai pants floated, along with scattered body parts and a head split in two.

The scene was truly gruesome.

But in the next instant, the split head swiftly closed under the guidance of countless blood threads, with flesh nearly breaking into pieces assembling like building blocks.

Forming a burly man’s shape.

However, the burly man’s face was visibly pale, he spat out blood foam in black air, his expression slightly deepened, “Interesting, can’t get close?”

“Lord of Protection seems unaware.”

Yophiel waved his six wings, standing on the higher thundercloud, explaining indifferently, “Within two meters of Her Imperial Highness’s surroundings is her invincible domain, any entering life or non-life form will instantly be annihilated.”

“Lord of Protection being able to come out of it with only some soul damage shows enough strength. If it were a normal Venerable, their Spiritual Base might face annihilation.”

“Therefore, in a battle with Her Imperial Highness, one must avoid close combat techniques and can only use long-range magic techniques. She is invincible in close combat.”

As he spoke, the Angel Right Wing glanced at the burly man, puzzled, “Lord of Protection rushed so recklessly into her invincible domain; did you not investigate the participants’ details before entering the Sumeru Realm?”

Listening to the birdman’s explanation, Zong Yue tugged at the corner of his mouth, not answering, but let out a hoarse faint laugh, “Invincible in close combat, indeed impressive.”

As he spoke, he rotated his arms, then drew out the long knife hanging by his samurai pants.

From the knife sheath erupted countless golden thunder lights, soaring straight up, becoming the second towering light pillar in this world’s heavens.

Zong Yue’s dark green hair dyed in golden glows stood upright, he suspended under the mighty thunder, instantly transforming into the Thunder God Descending.

“Since long-range is her weakness, then use long-range means to take down this little girl!”

Seeing this old thing not seen in thousands of years so confident, Yophiel’s intention to temporarily retreat scattered, he lightly laughed, golden glows in his eyes, behind him towering an angel statue of hundreds of meters rose swiftly, Holy Light illuminating the universe.

Lady Mi stood at the farthest end, always holding a faint smile, casually shaking the Netherworld Lantern in her hand.

The wailing cries of ghosts and wolves instantly swept the universe, countless eerie whispers echoed in Huang Zhaoyue’s ears, sanity diminishing bit by bit.

“Your Imperial Highness, you should understand, when sanity drops below 30 points, you’ll lose your chance to revive.”

Jin Shiyin stood on a blood mist cloud, smiling, “Maybe you should consider, why risk your life for a mere mouse that only runs away?”

“What that mouse can offer you, I can certainly offer as well, so why not put down hostility and join me—”

“So noisy.” The voice was impatiently and faintly interrupted.

The black-and-white female figure coldly raised her eyes, her pupils narrowing into dragon-shaped vertical slits, she wasn’t about to listen to more nonsense, carrying a violent and bloodthirsty terrifying aura, she instantly scattered on site.

In the next instant, she had killed to the front of the four.

Four Holy Realm: “!!!”

Truly like a Divine Dragon descending, but more like a Demon Dragon fallen into demon ways, ghostly evil, also murderously violent, the four originally thought even if this Imperial Concubine was strong, she couldn’t possibly defeat the four Holy Realm combined.

Yet in this instant, the four inexplicably felt something was wrong.

Her Imperial Highness… frighteningly strong!

“Boom—!”

“Boom boom boom—!!!”

Heaven and earth trembled, the universe roared.

Within the light pillar, Xia Feng glanced outside at one dragon fighting four saints, the magnificent scene almost erasing the Grand Dao, quietly swallowed his saliva.

My goodness… these four Holy Realm seem, vaguely, probably, slightly at a disadvantage?

Seeing this scene, Xia Feng felt even more deeply how dangerous it was when he was alone with this mother dragon previously in the Heavenly God’s blood vessels.

Too terrifying.

Shaking his head, he refocused on the Xuan Chang woman, hesitating, “ehh… what were we talking about just now?”

Heng Huo’s appearance was cold and splendid, slightly smiling, “You were talking about wanting to help Little Li retrieve the Authority Fragments to fight Huafu.”

“Hm? Was that where we were?”

Xia Feng patted his forehead, hesitatingly nodded, “Right, uh… can you give it?”

“Naturally, this belongs to Little Li anyway.”

Heng Huo pulled out from her brocade chest, penetrating Spiritual Light, tossing the clear red fragments to Yue Hongli, “This is the core fragment of your authority, I’ve kept it for three thousand years, thankfully not lost. How is it, Little Li, your master finally reliable for once, huh?”

The woman in red skirt caught the fragment, blinked and raised her eyes, seriously correcting, “Heng, you can only be considered as my former now, my current master is Xia Feng. So, please don’t randomly address, otherwise master might misunderstand.”

Heng: “…..”

Xia Feng: “…..”

Things seem a bit weird.

Heng Huo glared at Xia Feng, coldly sneering, “Heh~ brat, why am I suddenly a bit annoyed?”

“…..” Xia Feng knew this woman had no hostility toward him, so he wrapped Yue Hongli’s slim waist with his large hand, Yue Hongli curiously hummed and leaned into his chest.

Xia Feng looked at the Xuan Chang woman, smiling, “That’s how it is.”

“…..!”

Heng nearly suffocated with anger, but before she could say anything, Yue Hongli suddenly asked, puzzled:

“My former, if you truly want a daughter, you could actually reproduce with my current one, why do you want me to help you have one?”

Xia Feng: “?”

Heng: “??”