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Chapter 1250 - 1244: How Is That Possible

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1244: How Is That Possible

Although Zhou Xingxing wanted to help Zhao Pu take revenge, it was clear that he did not have the strength to do so. The only thing he could do now was to retreat temporarily and protect himself.

"Retreat? Do you think you can retreat?" Not far away, Xiang Anyi let out a sinister laugh, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Instantly, Zhou Xingxing felt a chill in his heart.

"Brother Zhou, hold steady! Wendong, hang in there! I’ll be there right away!" Li Changlin gripped his Precious Sword tightly, his gaze coldly fixed on the towering figure of the man before him.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him. He stepped into the Seven Stars Step, pivoting from an angle completely beyond the brute’s expectations before launching himself directly at Xiang Anyi with lethal intent.

"Damned fool!"

"Stop him!"

"Anyi, retreat now!"

Li Changlin’s sudden move sent the entire Xiang Family into a panic.

Though there were still several people standing behind Xiang Anyi, the highest among them had only reached the Initial Threshold Stage of the Transformation Realm. As for those who possessed Mingjin or Dark Energy levels, they were no more than cannon fodder.

Even if all those people charged forward, Li Changlin wouldn’t need to lift a finger. Just the release of his aura alone would completely crush them.

So when Li Changlin charged at Xiang Anyi, the burly man and several Void Force masters of the Xiang Family all turned pale with terror.

Without hesitation, they abandoned Zhou Wendong and swiftly turned back to aid Xiang Anyi.

The burly man roared in fury, unleashing his full strength with frightening intensity.

Swoosh!

Their speed reached near its peak, blurring in the eyes of Zhou Wendong and the others as they realized that Li Changlin had already reached Xiang Anyi’s side.

With his right hand gripping the Precious Sword, Li Changlin extended his left hand—fingers splayed wide—toward Xiang Anyi’s neck.

"Damn it!"

"No!"

The Xiang Family members froze in their tracks, stopping at least ten meters away from Xiang Anyi. To advance now would not only prove useless but might even provoke Li Changlin further.

Xiang Anyi was the direct disciple of the Yagyu Clan’s Family Head, and his betrothal to the Family Head’s daughter was already finalized. The two were to wed in the near future.

By then, the Xiang Family would certainly step onto a higher plane.

The Xiang Family might even become a true first-rate family, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Eight Great Families, such as the Li Family.

However, all of this depended on Xiang Anyi remaining unharmed.

Should anything untoward happen to Xiang Anyi today—if Li Changlin killed him—the Xiang Family’s dreams of ascension would be extinguished.

Thus, despite their unwillingness, the elders and ancestors of the Xiang Family had no choice but to hold back.

This standoff afforded Zhou Wendong and the others a brief moment to catch their breath.

Gathering together, Guo Chuyun pulled a small vial from his robe and retrieved a precious elixir from within. "Senior Brother, quickly take this pill—it’ll restore you to your peak condition in no time!"

Without mentioning Zhou Wendong and the others’ actions, we turn back to Li Changlin: his massive hand was now within mere inches of Xiang Anyi’s neck.

Feeling the cutting air around him, Xiang Anyi trembled from head to toe in terror.

But even so, he hadn’t forgotten his circumstances. With his mind still alert, he cried out in desperation, "Divine Envoy, save me!"

"Huh?" Li Changlin paused briefly at the unexpected plea, puzzled as to what Xiang Anyi meant by it.

But he didn’t dwell on it for long. Without hesitation, his hand continued its unstoppable reach toward its target.

Crunch!

In a heartbeat, Li Changlin felt something soft under his grasp, though this sensation seemed strange and disconcerting. Startled, he raised his eyes to look.

Immediately, his pupils contracted tightly, and he shouted in disbelief, "Tianyi, what are you doing?!"

It turned out that Li Changlin hadn’t grabbed Xiang Anyi’s neck.

At the critical moment, Luo Tianyi had intervened, pushing Xiang Anyi aside just in time.

Now, the soft hand Li Changlin was clutching could only belong to Luo Tianyi.

"Let go!" Luo Tianyi acted as though she didn’t know Li Changlin at all. Her shoulder suddenly sank, and a fierce surge of force erupted from her arm, crashing against Li Changlin’s grip.

"Damn it, this is way too strong!" Li Changlin’s heart raced, startled by the overwhelming force with no time to guard against it.

In an instant, Li Changlin’s body was launched backward, flying away through the air.

"Perfect opportunity!" Seeing Li Changlin blasted through the air by the woman standing next to Xiang Anyi, the burly man immediately let out a triumphant shout. Wielding the Ghost Head Sabre in his hand, he slashed toward Li Changlin’s airborne form.

At that moment, the direction Li Changlin was flying toward was precisely where the brute was positioned.

"Your time has come!" Li Changlin sneered coldly in mid-air. Although caught off guard by Luo Tianyi’s attack, the direction of his flight had been deliberately chosen toward the brute’s location.

The man thought he was taking advantage of Li Changlin, unaware that this situation was entirely calculated by him.

Swoosh!

The Ghost Head Sabre, carrying unparalleled force, slashed mercilessly toward Li Changlin’s body.

In mid-air, Li Changlin couldn’t possibly find footing for leverage.

The brute believed confidently that his sneak attack was bound to succeed.

The other Xiang Family masters revealed fleeting smiles of satisfaction on their faces.

"Li Changlin, your death is certain!" Pushed aside by Luo Tianyi, Xiang Anyi sneered coldly, his laughter dripping with derision.

In his eyes, Li Changlin was no more than a defeated man waiting to perish.

Faced with the supreme strike of their elder, no one within an equal realm could hope to escape execution.

"Master!"

"Damn it, Luo Tianyi, how could you do this?!"

"No way!"

Zhou Wendong and his companions were filled with despair, their eyes red with fury.

Watching Li Changlin teeter on the brink of death, Little Demon and Guo Chuyun were so stricken that they nearly rushed forward impulsively.

To these two, Li Changlin had long surpassed the status of a mere mentor.

In their darkest hours, it was Li Changlin who saved them; in their moments of helplessness, it was Li Changlin who took them under his wing, treating them like family.

And now, their master was about to be killed by another.

This heartache, this internal anguish—they nearly crumbled under the weight of it.

"Die, Li Changlin!" The burly man cackled maliciously, his Ghost Head Sabre pushed to its limit.

"You can die too!" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from Li Changlin.

In the next instant, an unseen blade—a Precious Sword—emerged from under Li Changlin’s armpit, piercing straight into the brute’s throat.

"How... is this... possible!" The brute staggered, weakly squeezing out four words before collapsing heavily onto the ground, lifeless.