Chapter 1093: Chapter 334: Big Dog, Are You Really Going to Leave Us Behind?

As for the countless ice needles and overlapping blade auras, under the casual sweep of the Tetanus Broken Sword, they all disintegrated and backfired.

Nangong Han’s Ice Soul Divine Needle recoiled back, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

Nangong Jue’s sixty-four layers of blade aura took an inexplicable turn, slicing the web of blades he had set up into disarray.

Dealing with them was far easier than confronting the nine people led by Tu Qianyue in the Lightless Sea.

After all, one side consisted of pampered family cultivators, while the other consisted of desperados living on the edge of a blade.

"Now," Zhou Qing brushed off non-existent dust, "can you display your realms?"

The faces of the five elders turned pale as they finally realized the terror of the person in front of them.

"We can’t hold back anymore, or else we might all fall here today, and my Nangong Family would become a laughingstock of the entire Imperial City!"

After Nangong Xuan spoke, he suddenly formed an ancient Dharma Seal.

"Boom——"

The world changed dramatically, and everyone suddenly found themselves in an endless sea of blood.

Countless skeletons floated in the viscous waves of blood, automatically piling up into a nine zhang tall throne.

Nangong Xuan sat atop it, with millions of vengeful souls wailing behind him, each a remnant soul of the cultivators who died at the Nangong Family’s hands.

"The Blood Sea Pagoda Realm, which had previously buried three cultivators of the same realm, shall add you today!" Nangong Xuan’s voice echoed with the resonance of the great path.

"Now that’s more like it." Zhou Qing nodded in satisfaction, boldly stepping onto the blood waves, each step causing the sea’s surface to ripple with strange golden waves.

A massive Dharma Aspect of a Buddha appeared behind him, redeeming vengeful souls wherever it passed. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

As for the other four people, they also showcased their realms.

Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Realm, Heaven-Burning and Sea-Boiling Realm, Absolute Zero, and Myriad Blade Storm.

The five realms intertwined, directly encircling Zhou Qing layer by layer.

From afar, Luo Lingling watched this scene with a worried face; she could easily take on one of them.

But since the battle in the Lightless Sea, she had curiously asked Xiao Qing about the realm he comprehended when breaking through Divinity Transformation.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Qing used Spiritual Power as a brush to draw mysterious tracks in the air: "Sister, have you ever seen a locksmith matching keys? My realm... is probably like that."

At that time, she chuckled, thinking it was just another joke from her junior brother.

Until after experiencing battle after battle, when she saw Xiao Qing breaking the opponent’s cage with his extremely domineering realm in no time, she finally understood.

Xiao Qing’s realm was like using a wire to pry open the most complex lock between heaven and earth.

Moreover, the growth of his realm required more different "locks."

The more domineering and perfect the realm, the more it helped him refine this "key."

So, stepping in to help now would actually hold him back.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

"Poof!"

The Black Scale Spear pierced through Man Jinggang’s chest, the spear tip protruding from the back, carrying a fragment of a beating heart.

Man Jinggang’s single eye was filled with disbelief, his spiked club clattering to the bloody mud, and the splattered blood drops fell on Zhao Hanyue’s pale face.

"Madman... this madman..." Zhao Hanyue’s hand trembled as he held his sword, and he, along with Mo Lanxin, involuntarily stepped back a few steps.

They saw the fighting bravely Ghost Mastiff, and then glanced at the numerous corpses of Divinity Transformation Cultivators scattered afar, their hearts already harboring the thought of retreat.

Ghost Mastiff leaned on his spear, panting heavily, also casting his gaze towards another part of the battlefield.

"Who is that person wearing the rooster head mask? Could they be a nemesis of the Nangong Family?"

"It seems they’ve inadvertently saved my life. This crisis that should have been a sure death now holds a glimmer of hope."

"My body has reached its limit. It might be best to seize the chance to leave; only by living will I have the opportunity to accomplish more. As for these two ungrateful ones in front of me, they won’t escape!"

At this thought, Ghost Mastiff’s eyes gleamed, suddenly retreating more than a dozen zhang.

He cupped his fists towards the battlefield and shouted loudly, "Thank you, senior, for your righteous rescue! This kindness, Ghost Mastiff, will surely repay in the future!"

Just as he turned to leave, a clear voice rang out suddenly: "Hold on!"

From a tree top not far away, a figure wearing a bullhead mask lightly leapt down.

On his shoulder crouched a messy-feathered old hen, and in his hand, he held a Spiritual Chain, on the other end of which was the ashen-faced Lan Caiwei.

Ghost Mastiff whirled around, and upon seeing the bound Lan Caiwei and the peculiar bullhead masked person, he froze.

"Big Dog," a voice with a hint of laughter came from under the bullhead mask, "leaving the two of us behind just like that, isn’t it a bit ungrateful?"

Hearing the term "Big Dog," Ghost Mastiff’s pupils shrank instantly.

The only ones who knew this nickname were his master and Second Mistress.

The word Mastiff on the mundane level refers to a fierce big dog. Back then, his master liked to teasingly call him "Big Dog" privately.

Until Second Mistress was brought back to the mountain by his master, and the master was exceedingly kind to her, joking around with a gleeful smile every day, wanting to give her all his affections.

But that girl didn’t appreciate it at all, constantly calling the master "Old Mo, Old Mo."

The master not only didn’t get angry, but in order to maintain his kind persona, gradually stopped calling him that.

But the second junior sister remembered it silently and would call him that from time to time, until Third joined the sect...

"Need any help?" The originally thick male voice under the bullhead mask suddenly transformed into a familiar female voice.

Ghost Mastiff was first stunned, then burst into loud laughter.

He spun the black scale spear into a scarlet arc, turning back to face Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin, and wiped the blood off his mouth.

"No need, who am I? I am Ghost Mastiff! I’ve been your role model since you were young!" His spear pointed straight at the two, his voice thunderous, "Just these two guys, leave them to me!"