My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

Chapter 222: Chapter 120: Turmoil in Qingzhou [Extra Chapter for 200 Monthly Tickets]

Lu Yi hovered in the air, looking down at the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son who struggled to rise.

After some consideration, he decided not to kill him.

After all, his Master seemed quite formidable, and he wasn’t worried that the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son would seek revenge after surviving. He had issued a task in his mind to kill the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son, for which he would receive 10 drops of True Dragon Essence Blood.

That was too little. If he kept him alive, and beat him every time they met, he reckoned it wouldn’t take long to exceed 10 drops of True Dragon Essence Blood. This was the path to long-term benefits, a mindset of sustainable development.

Thinking this, Lu Yi slightly smiled and said to the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son, “Your strength is quite good, the strongest I’ve seen among the younger generation. However, you still fall short compared to me. If you don’t degrade yourself after this battle, I’ll be waiting for you at White Cloud Sect to challenge me again.”

Hearing this, the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground once more.

At that moment, the void twisted slightly, and a grey-haired elder appeared abruptly, arriving in front of the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son and lifting him up.

When the cultivators of the Blood Spirit Sect allied forces saw this grey-haired elder, their eyes lit up, immediately delighted.

This was the Protector of the Heavenly Dragon Saint Son, possessing extraordinary strength, enough to annihilate White Cloud Sect!

Just as they expected to witness White Cloud Sect being destroyed by the angered Great Cultivator from Heavenly Dragon Holy Land, the grey-haired elder, without another word, took the severely injured Heavenly Dragon Saint Son and vanished.

This left the cultivators of the Blood Spirit Sect allied forces standing there, dumbfounded.

After the appearance of the grey-haired elder, Wu Qingfeng and others seemed to understand something, showed no worry, and after the elder left, Wu Qingfeng and others all displayed cold killing intent, staring intently at the few Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators from the Blood Spirit Sect allied forces.

Feeling the killing intent, the few Divinity Transformation cultivators from the Blood Spirit Sect allied forces came to their senses and looked around cautiously, retreating silently.

The leader, Blood Kill, spoke up, “Wu Qingfeng! Do you really intend to keep us here? If so, it’ll only make Qingzhou even more chaotic! Our sect will definitely seek revenge for us, sparing no expense!”

Wu Qingfeng, as a Sect Leader, maintained his composure, and said slowly, “Qingzhou is already chaotic enough. I don’t mind it getting even more chaotic! If your sect wishes to fight, we are not afraid!”

Wu Qingfeng, Qi Ling, and a few Divinity Transformation cultivators circulated their Spiritual Energy, terrible oppressive force wreaking havoc, making the air around them grow heavy.

They slowly advanced toward Blood Kill and his group.

Meanwhile, Elder Ming had already vanished from his spot, his sword intent soaring into the sky, blocking Blood Kill and his group’s escape path.

Seeing this, Blood Kill and his group felt their hearts sink and they shouted angrily.

“Wu Qingfeng, do you really intend to fight to a bitter end with us?”

“Consider carefully, we few Divinity Transformation cultivators, if desperate, might not be unable to take a few old fellows with us!”

“…”

Wu Qingfeng swept his gaze over the Divinity Transformation cultivators and indifferently said, “The fish will die, but the net will not break.”

Seeing no scope for negotiation, Blood Kill and other Divinity Transformation cultivators shouted angrily, their Spiritual Energy circulating, formidable auras emerging.

The disciples and elders of White Cloud Sect, seeing this, continuously retreated, retreating into the range of the sect array to avoid being affected.

The battle of Divinity Transformation cultivators was like heaven collapsing and earth shattering. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators could only protect themselves in the aftermath, unless they were geniuses among Nascent Soul Cultivators.

For example, Liu Ningshuang.

Liu Ningshuang’s pretty face was cold, and holding the Cold Glass Sword, she stepped forth and came next to Lu Yi.

“Junior Brother, how are you?”

“I’m fine,” Lu Yi glanced at Liu Ningshuang, somewhat surprised, “Senior Sister, you seem a bit angry?”