Chapter 1094: Chapter 334: Big Dog, Are You Really Going to Leave the Two of Us Behind?

With a furious roar, the Ghost Mastiff charged once more, his momentum actually three points fiercer than before.

Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin’s faces turned ashen as they looked at Lan Caiwei, who was bound to the ground, her eyes full of despair; the last trace of luck in their hearts dissipated like smoke.

Luo Lingling stood guard at the side, the old hen on her shoulder flapping uneasily.

While preventing Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin from escaping, she kept glancing worriedly toward the battlefield where Zhou Qing was.

Like this, only a short while passed before a sudden change erupted!

The corpses on the ground that had originally been killed by Zhou Qing and had their Primordial Spirits sealed unexpectedly all floated into the air at the same time, one after another drilling into those five interwoven Realms.

"This is..." Luo Lingling instinctively hugged the old hen tighter.

She saw that cluster of interwoven Realms begin to surge violently, then suddenly explode with a thunderous boom.

About half a stick of incense later, the myriad visions in the sky abruptly vanished.

Zhou Qing’s figure stood suspended in midair.

Luo Lingling only caught a hurried glimpse of him swiftly collecting a Spirit Gathering Array and some mirror-shaped Magical Artifact into his sleeve, discovering nothing more.

But the scene before her eyes already explained everything—Xiao Qing had won! 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin, seeing this, fell into complete despair.

To fight alone against five Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection experts and slaughter them all in a counter-kill—his combat strength was likely already number one beneath Spirit Slash.

And just as the two were distracted, a blood-colored spear light pierced toward them like lightning!

"Puff!"

The Black-Scale Spear pierced through Zhao Hanyue’s right shoulder, nailing him to an ancient maple tree.

The bark was instantly dyed red with fresh blood; Zhao Hanyue’s face twisted in pain, yet he clenched his teeth and did not scream.

Mo Lanxin had just begun to move when the spear butt suddenly swept across, heavily smashing into her chest.

The clear sound of ribs breaking rang out; she spat a mouthful of blood and staggered to her knees.

"Don’t rush," the Ghost Mastiff pulled out the spear, its tip pressing against Mo Lanxin’s throat, "we’ll settle our accounts one by one."

"Clang—"

"Zheng—"

Zhao Hanyue’s broadsword and Mo Lanxin’s broken-string zither both fell to the ground.

The two no longer wished to make futile struggles; they actually tossed aside their weapons directly, collapsing dejectedly into the bloody mud, allowing blood to gush freely from their wounds.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long, cast across the ground of blood-red maple leaves, giving the scene a strangely desolate tranquility.

They... had accepted their fate!

"Mastiff, for the sake of our past friendship..." Zhao Hanyue lifted his head, blue veins bulging on his neck, "let us leave with some dignity, how about it?"

Mo Lanxin coughed up a mouthful of blood: "We don’t dare hope for forgiveness... but disaster should not touch family. We only beg you to spare the Xuanyin Pavilion and the Tyrant Blade Sect..."

The Ghost Mastiff quietly watched them, scenes from the past twenty-plus years flashing rapidly before his eyes.

Then his gaze shifted into the distance.

Lan Caiwei was struggling to stand; Luo Lingling waved a hand to undo the Spiritual Chain on her body.

This proud woman staggered over and gave the Ghost Mastiff a deep bow amidst the blood and mud.

"Mastiff, you should know my temper. Since I’ve done something, I’ve never regretted it. You want to live—when have we ever not wanted to live? It’s just that... luck wasn’t on our side this time, that’s all."

She suddenly dropped to her knees, her forehead pressed against the blood-soaked earth.

"For the sake of us all having left the same hometown to make our way in the world, and for the sake of us never once revealing the Taiqing Sect behind you to the Nangong Family, spare the people back home—they’re innocent."

Looking at the three of them in such a wretched state, the Ghost Mastiff’s heart was a tangled mess.

He could never figure out how the close friends who once swore to roam all the Level 4 Cultivation Countries together had ended up like this.

After a short silence, the blood-red in his eyes slowly faded, returning to their usual clarity.

"All right!" he said in a low voice.

At his words, gratitude flashed in the eyes of the three.

They knew that the Ghost Mastiff had always been a man of his word, never going back on a promise.

"Many thanks!" The three bowed deeply once more.

After that, they each sat cross-legged, sharing a smile.

"Everyone," Zhao Hanyue suddenly grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth.

He then looked at Lan Caiwei and Mo Lanxin, and at Man Jinggang’s corpse and Xiang Chuan’s head not far away; a trace of release flickered in his eyes.

"On the Road to Yellow Springs, we’ll fight side by side again—but this time I want to be the captain!"

Mo Lanxin actually laughed, but coughed up another mouthful of blood: "You big oaf... you think you can be captain?"

Her bloodied fingers trembled as she stretched them out, "Same old rules... rock-paper-scissors decides the winner..."

Lan Caiwei only smiled silently.

Then all three lifted their hands at the same time and slapped down on their own Celestial Spirits!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The three bodies slowly toppled over, even their Primordial Spirits dispersing of their own accord.

Watching this, the Ghost Mastiff slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Lingling, however, stepped forward, taking out several specially made talisman papers to carefully examine each of the three.

Only after confirming they had truly fallen did she collect their Storage Bags and hand them to the Ghost Mastiff.

The Ghost Mastiff let out a long sigh and shook his head.

He flicked his finger; Spiritual Fire gently wrapped around the corpses, setting them alight.

This was the last dignity he could give them!

After finishing all this, the Ghost Mastiff first gave Luo Lingling a complicated look, then solemnly saluted the chicken-head-masked man descending from the sky.

"Junior Ghost Mastiff thanks Senior for saving my life!"

As he watched the Ghost Mastiff bow, Zhou Qing slowly removed his mask.

"Senior Brother, with you calling me ’Senior’ like that, I almost feel embarrassed—"

Hearing the familiar voice, the Ghost Mastiff jerked his head up; when he saw Zhou Qing’s face, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Y-you-you... how can it be you—"

The last time he had seen Zhou Qing was back in Cyan Wood City.

Back then Zhou Qing’s cultivation was only at Mid-stage Nascent Soul, and yet in just a few short decades he could now fight one against five and slay Divinity Transformation Perfection experts?

Zhou Qing simply chuckled and walked forward, saying, "The disturbance here is too big; we should leave for now. Senior Brother, you need to hurry up and heal."