The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1305: Chapter 387: She’s Your Cousin? How Is That Possible! (6k)_3

"You’re just in time!"

He suddenly punched his own chest, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood transformed into nine blood-colored battle runes in the air, each heading towards a full moon.

"With blood as the guide, the war spirit is immortal!"

The blood-colored battle runes collided with the moons, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

Layers of space collapsed, revealing a pitch-black void.

The elderly man in the purple robe pointed with one hand, starlight descended, transforming into countless dazzling beams of light, attacking Zhao Muye fiercely.

Zhao Muye laughed wildly, his war spirit totem completely ignited, the war god’s phantom holding a giant axe struck towards the galaxy!

"Boom——!"

Wherever the axe light passed, stars exploded and the galaxy recoiled!

The face of the elderly man in the purple robe changed slightly. He formed a seal with his hands, the star map suddenly contracted, transforming into a "Great Star" that pressed downward.

This star was entirely black, as if it could devour all light. It was the strongest killing strike of his realm—"Silent Starfall!"

Zhao Muye neither dodged nor avoided, his entire body’s battle runes burning to the extreme, he launched a punch!

"War Heaven——Star Breaker!"

The fist met the star; the entire void collapsed instantly, a terrifying shockwave swept across a thousand miles!

The elderly man in the purple robe groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, while Zhao Muye’s right arm was a bloody mess, bones shattered.

The "Ancient Tree of Dragon Flames" of the white-browed elder also erupted completely at this moment.

Nine flood dragons roared out, each spewing flames that could scorch the sky, turning the whole battlefield into a sea of fire.

The burning leaves transformed into fire meteors, attacking Zhao Muye aggressively!

Zhao Muye roared, his war spirit totem shook violently, a surge of golden light erupting around him, enduring the scorching flames.

His left hand clawed fiercely, grabbing a pouncing flood dragon, and tore it apart!

"Rip!"

The flood dragon was forcibly torn apart, dragon blood scattered, turning into a rain of fire in the sky.

But the remaining eight flood dragons had already entwined him, the dragon flames crazily burning his flesh.

Zhao Muye, charred all over, sinisterly laughed and smashed the head of one of the flood dragons with a reverse punch!

The "Realm of All Beings" of the gray-clothed tributor surged forward, deploying battle tactics almost identical to Zhao Muye’s, with countless illusions attacking simultaneously.

Zhao Muye’s eyes showed unwavering battle intent, as he laughed crazily: "Mere illusions, trying to disturb my war spirit?"

He bit his tongue sharply, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood, his war spirit totem suddenly exploding with a dominating will!

"Battle Intent——Shatter Illusions!"

Golden light swept through, thousands of illusions shattered like bubbles!

The gray-clothed tributor’s face changed drastically, hastily forming seals to stabilize his realm, but Zhao Muye had already stepped forward, his battle axe sweeping directly for his head!

"Puff!"

The gray-clothed tributor dodged hastily, yet still lost an arm, blood spraying out!

His face turned pale, retreating staggeringly, his eyes full of shock.

But just as Zhao Muye was ready to pursue his victory, the several moons suddenly merged, forming a massive silver disk.

The silver light cascaded like water, completely enveloping Zhao Muye.

Under this strange moonlight, his movements became sluggish, as if trapped in a quagmire, even his breathing grew difficult.

"This damned thing is really annoying!" Zhao Muye’s breath weakened continuously, yet he was helpless.

He could only roar, continuously punching to shatter the incoming moonlight.

His punches remained fierce, but each strike felt like slow motion, significantly reducing power.

An hour passed quickly, Zhao Muye was already covered in blood, his battle runes dim and lifeless, yet he still laughed heartily: "Refreshing! Damn, it’s refreshing!"

Watching from afar, Zhou Qing felt admiration.

This guy had no artifice, always straightforward.

When the assassins from the "Blood Contract Pavilion" attacked him before, Zhao Muye also helped Shen Han Yi in defense.

Such a simple-minded man truly falling here would be a shame.

Fortunately, on his way here, he had already settled Lu Yaoyao and the old hen, which made things more convenient now.

Zhou Qing quickly changed into night clothes and put on a bronze three-color mask, while cautiously observing Yama lurking in the shadows.

The shadow remained motionless, like a coiled snake ready to strike with deadly precision at any moment.

"Still need to keep an eye on him..." Zhou Qing mused silently, spiritual power quietly beginning to circulate within him.

Just as Zhou Qing was about to act, a light blue screen suddenly descended from the sky, like a veil dropping from the heavens, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Faint cyan runes flowed across the screen, vaguely visible was a phantom of a Qingbird soaring within.

"What is this...?" The elderly man in the purple robe’s pupils shrank, his bronze war spear stabbing fiercely at the screen.

But where the spear tip touched, cyan ripples spread, neutralizing the attack completely.

Immediately after, a graceful woman with skin like snow and hair like a waterfall strode through the air.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the Qingbird phantom within the light screen suddenly spread its wings and let out a long chirp.

In the clear cry, the realms of the four tributors all experienced a brief stagnation, as if suppressed by some higher power.

"Qing Yu Tian Luo!" Yu Yan said softly, a cyan lotus blossoming at her fingertips.

At the moment the lotus bloomed, countless cyan feathers drifted down, each accurately landing on the killing moves of the four tributors, nullifying their power completely.

Zhao Muye seized the opportunity to break free, initially stunned upon seeing Yu Yan, then exclaiming joyfully: "Cousin, what are you doing here?"

"Leave now!" Yu Yan didn’t look back, her voice gentle yet resolute.

With her hands forming seals, the Qingbird phantom suddenly transformed into countless light dots, forming a rotating cyan storm around the four tributors.