CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 329: A TRIVIAL FATAL INJURY, NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT

"Wait! Wait! Let’s see..."

Qingtian Zhaojiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his gaze fixed on the valley where the dust started to settle.

Shush~

Not long after, there was a commotion in the pile of landslide debris. Two battered and weakened figures pushed aside the boulders pressing on them, stood up, and gazed across the entire valley, staring at each other.

In the center of both of their chests was a hideous, ghastly, blood-soaked hole, with pale bone fragments exposed to the air, their insides twitching and trembling in full view.

Glancing at the red gem in Emperor Shitian’s hand, then at the sinister treasure sword in his own hand, permanently plundered with the authority of [Jealousy], Zhu Haomiao was momentarily unsure if he had gained or lost.

To hell with it!

As long as I can snatch what the other side is holding, I’ll surely make a profit!

Rolling his eyes, Zhu Haomiao swirled the sword gracefully and started to saunter forward.

On the other side, seeing everyone in such a state, the guy opposite actually wasn’t backing down, causing a hint of panic to flash in Emperor Shitian’s eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows in irritation.

"You wretched creature! Today I spare you your life..."

"Spare your mother! Don’t run!"

Keenly sensing that the opponent was about to take the initiative to leave, Zhu Haomiao raised an eyebrow and accelerated his charge.

However, having already fought to the brink of exhaustion, severe blood loss made Zhu Haomiao’s vision darken, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead, leaving him to watch helplessly as Emperor Shitian pinched out a magic formula, transforming into a stream of light shooting into the distance.

"Damn it!"

Watching the opponent escape toward the horizon, Zhu Haomiao roared in anger, his teeth gnashing.

Just like those three Japanese Lords, in the end, only their mouths remain tough!

The next instant, thinking of the vast Source Quality of the Three Noble Sons, the incomparable, sweet "taste," Zhu Haomiao suddenly felt like wearing a mask of pain, feeling as if he had lost a billion.

If only he had slain the opponent, he could have ascended to the Upper Realm years earlier!

The key point was that these guys possessed almost infinite Qi Fortune. Even if he could only plunder a little, the benefits during a heaven-defying fate change were countless.

Now... the only gain is this...

The immortal object formed by the condensation of Asura’s divinity...

Non-Heaven’s symbol, the Destroyer of Heaven!

Looking at the clearly exotic sinister treasure sword in his hand, Zhu Haomiao had a thought. Combining Asura’s divinity with the authority of [Jealousy], the sword wiggled and transformed, taking on the appearance of the Eight-sided Han Sword given by Senior Brother Feng Zhaobai from the First Layer Heaven.

Whoosh whoosh~

Gently twirling the sword, Zhu Haomiao nodded in satisfaction, just as he was about to take a step forward, when he suddenly felt a blackness before his eyes and staggered, half-kneeling on the ground, using the sword plunged into the earth to support himself, barely preventing a fall.

Hoo~

Looking at the huge void on his chest, although it had already clotted under the authority of [Lust], as the [anger] state faded, a heart-wrenching pain swept through his nerves, frantically warning his brain of how severe the injury was!

If it weren’t for the self-healing authority of [Lust]’s divinity keeping him alive, an ordinary Transcendent would have long been beyond saving after suffering such a severe trauma.

But just as Zhu Haomiao was desperately circulating energy to recover from his injuries, his keen Spiritual Sense detected a trace of greedy killing intent.

"?!!"

He raised his eyes, and in the dim shadows, he saw silhouettes cautiously approaching.

With furrowed brows, Zhu Haomiao propped himself up and frowned slightly.

Once feisty battle energy fades, one becomes weary, and the third effort is futile...

His breath had leaked out earlier, making it almost impossible to regain his state now.

How unlucky, just happened to run into guys picking up scraps?

However, if he couldn’t win, he could still escape, and if worse came to worst, he could resurrect inside Wilson’s body...

Just pity my loyal servant...

Sighing quietly, Zhu Haomiao looked around and found an array of unfamiliar faces.

"Who are you?"

No answer came; a dozen people simultaneously launched an attack, a wave of energy covering a ten-meter radius, instantly engulfing the youth.

At the critical moment, a three-inch thick spherical Spirit Light Barrier materialized around Zhu Haomiao, blocking all attacks from every angle.

Seeing the barrier’s surface ripple intensely, Zhu Haomiao raised his head and caught a glimpse of a figure descending from the sky.

"Form the array!"

In a low whisper, a dozen figures emerged around him, their shared energy surging out, forming an enormous Eight Trigrams Array that unfolded in space.

"Life Gate! Turn!"

Whoosh~

Zhu Haomiao’s vision blurred, as if passing through a narrow tunnel, suddenly finding himself outside the Eight Trigrams Array.

A woman with delicate features stepped forward, smiling as she nodded at him.

"You must be Mr. Zhu Haomiao?"

"And you are?"

The woman revealed a golden [Dragon Emblem], smiling warmly.

"We are the preliminary preparation group of the Yanhuang Armory, here to assist your activities for the foreseeable future."

As she spoke, the woman suddenly noticed the terrifying void on Zhu Haomiao’s chest, her eyes widening like saucers.

"Oh my God! Are you alright?"

Seeing the panicked woman, Zhu Haomiao glanced at his chest and calmly waved it off.

"It’s nothing, just a minor mortal injury, not worth mentioning."

"..."

After a brief moment of panic, the woman quickly regained composure, pulling out a green vial from somewhere and unhesitantly pouring it into the youth’s mouth.

The faint fragrance of medicine mingled with sweetness slid down his throat. As he felt the powerful life force surge within him, Zhu Haomiao smacked his lips, savoring the taste.

"Good stuff, got any more?"

"No more, that was my lifesaving stock, it cost one hundred and seventy points, make sure you reimburse me!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao stiffened all over, looking rigidly at the woman.

"Virtual Points?"

The woman rolled her eyes, replying in annoyance, "Real Points! This is a [True Object] potion!"

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhu Haomiao had the urge to dig his throat to get the potion out.

Just then, there was a violent energy fluctuation from the Eight Trigrams Array not far away. After a series of earth-shaking tremors, the energy tide gradually subsided. A handsome young man was at the forefront, leading a group of unconscious figures over.

"Hahaha, I’ve hit the jackpot, these two groups are on the wanted list..."

As he spoke, the young man saw Zhu Haomiao; his relaxed and joyful expression suddenly turned serious as he clapped his legs together and saluted him.

"DGUX-0194 Illusion Realm Battle Group affiliate, Hegemony-level Transcender, Huai Xu, greets the supreme commander."

With his gesture, the others also saluted Zhu Haomiao solemnly. The grim and serious atmosphere prompted the youth to quickly return the salute.

After a round of pleasantries, the atmosphere gradually relaxed. Zhu Haomiao looked at the enemies they had knocked unconscious and asked curiously.

"Who are these people? Why did they attack me?"

"Two teams of mercenaries from Japan and South Korea, madmen who would do anything for money. As for why they attacked the commander, we’re not quite sure either..."