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Chapter 167 Goddess, Please Call Me ’Mo

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 Goddess, Please Call Me ’Mo

Liang Hui did his best to conceal his figure, becoming like a lifeless stone.

Above the sky, two figures, one in front of the other, rapidly closed the distance.

The aura emanating from the purple-clad elder grew increasingly terrifying, oppressive like a great mountain.

"Since you wish to die, this old man will fulfill your desire."

He bellowed sharply.

A several-hundred-meters-long shadow of a staff plummeted from the sky.

Boom!

The piercing roar stirred endless waves of energy.

It struck directly towards Qing Yi.

The woman’s arms moved, and the crisp, sacred sound of bells rang out.

She fended off such a powerful strike.

But her speed of escape inevitably slowed down.

Liang Hui’s brows furrowed lightly, noticing that something was off with Qing Yi’s state beneath her veil.

With a thought,

the red Burnlight Pot floated into his palm.

In the instant the purple-clad elder passed by him,

all the mana within his body surged into the Burnlight Pot, culminating in a fierce flame that suddenly burst forth.

A vast wave of fire rushed towards the old man with great speed.

In an instant, it had enveloped both the sky and the earth.

"Kill him!"

Liang Hui bellowed, alerting the woman.

Meanwhile, the temperature of the crimson flames kept rising.

Qing Yi, who was fleeing, of course noticed the situation behind her and also heard the youth’s bellow.

Without hesitation,

she turned around!

She strode forward.

And the sea of fire parted automatically, revealing the elder wrapped within a golden fireball.

The elder looked particularly ragged at that moment, his purple robe burnt almost completely, his skin charred slightly.

Kill!

With a light drink,

Qing Yi charged forward, a divine halo enveloping her body.

Her jade-like palm shot straight towards the elder’s head, seeking to crush it.

At the same time, the bracelets on her wrist tinkled, producing a pleasant sound.

Sacred radiance gathered constantly in her palm.

Her figure was graceful, yet each movement was exceedingly violent.

The golden flames also turned into chains, winding around the elder, seeking to restrict his movements.

Ah!

"Vermin, I will slaughter you all!"

The elder cried out desperately.

The sudden assault had plunged the elder into an immediate life-or-death crisis.

The True Qi in his body was mobilized at any cost.

A hazy purple mist emerged around him, dispelling the encroaching flames.

He raised his staff towards the sky, attempting to block the descending palm.

Qing Yi’s beautiful eyes were cold as she watched the imminent contact between palm and staff.

Her red lips parted:

"Explode!"

In an instant, the crystalline bracelets on her wrist emitted an extremely sacred brilliance.

This radiance was gathered by the woman and blasted downwards.

Crack!

The staff broke.

The woman’s palm, following the glow, pressed against the purple-clad elder’s head.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three consecutive palms almost simultaneously landed on the purple-clad elder’s forehead.

Despite the sturdy skull of a Qi-veined warrior, it caved in.

He died on the spot.

The flames entwined around the elder directly wrapped around the broken staff, swiftly moving downward.

"Truly decisive!"

Liang Hui, standing on the ground, marveled as he looked at the broken staff floating before him.

The Magic Artifact on Qing Yi’s wrist was undoubtedly extremely valuable, and yet she destroyed it without a second thought.

Then, he collected both the broken staff and the Burnlight Pot in his hand, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a graceful figure, like a bird with broken wings, fell from the sky.

The youth frowned slightly, but still let the Cangqing Cauldron rise into the air to catch Qing Yi.

Then, he soared upwards and arrived in front of the ancient cauldron.

Looking at the woman in the white robe stained with blood, her complexion pale.

He was momentarily at a loss for words, "You’re in this state, coming before Chu Nation, yet you said you wanted to protect me."

You really are as unreliable as ever!

"Hurry! There are pursuers."

Qing Yi leaned against the cauldron wall, murmuring weakly.

Without waiting for the woman to speak, Liang Hui had already sensed two powerful presences rapidly approaching from a distance.

Each presence was no weaker than the purple-robed elder from before.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the interior of the ancient cauldron.

Controlling the ancient cauldron, he set off in one direction.

As Liang Hui controlled the Cangqing Cauldron, he moved beside Qing Yi.

Ignoring the wariness in her eyes.

"Divine Maiden Qingyi, you came to Chu Nation for a peace talk, so why are you being pursued?"

"You’re from Chu? Why save me?" Qing Yi lifted her head, looking at the unfamiliar face before her.

"Being in Chu Nation means I’m from Chu, as for why I saved you? I saved you because I felt like it."

"Now, please answer my question."

The woman looked deeply at the stranger in front of her.

She took out some healing medicines from her chest and swallowed them.

"The Chu Emperor has pacified the southern wars, so people like us from Zhou coming for peace talks are dispensable to them."

"And many in Chu Nation don’t wish for our return."

"I’ll leave as soon as I recover a bit, and I won’t pull you into danger."

Upon hearing this, Liang Hui neither accepted nor rejected the statement.

Instead, he looked back at the two dark dots that were starting to emerge in the distance.

"Do you still have a Mystic Altar? At such close proximity, you won’t be able to lead them away, and I’ll also be disposed of conveniently."

The youth spoke calmly, analyzing the situation.

His own Mystic Altar had long been exhausted, and although the blue talisman on his arm could resolve this crisis, it wasn’t worth it.

After all, it wasn’t him being pursued, but the woman by his side.

Qing Yi, standing next to him, shook her head with a bitter expression on her face.

"When fleeing from the capital of Chu Nation, the Mystic Altar, and all the backups left by my sect were exhausted."

"Even so, it’s thanks to the absence of the divine vein and Primordial Spirit powerhouses, who went to Jiaozhou."

’Jiaozhou?’

Liang Hui’s eyes deepened, but he didn’t have the time to ask further.

Looking at the two figures that were getting closer, the youth took out a battered chariot from his bosom.

With a light toss, the chariot returned to its normal size.

Stepping forward, he directly boarded the chariot.

"Come on, I’ll escort you a distance," the youth said, looking down at the woman.

Through the Bronze Cauldron, Qing Yi watched the two figures drawing near and took a step forward.

Wow!

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out, staining her veil red.

The woman’s body, swaying, leaned again against the bronze wall.

Liang Hui looked at the woman, realizing her injuries were more serious than he had imagined.

He waved his hand, and a red glow enveloped her, helping Qing Yi to board the chariot.

At the same time, he took out some Healing Holy Medicine from his bosom and tossed it into her palm.

"For the rest of the journey, just focus on healing your wounds, leave everything else to me," said Liang Hui seriously.

The next moment, the Cangqing Cauldron returned to the youth’s bosom.

A chariot marked with the scars of battle appeared in the sky.

On both sides of the chariot hung ceremonial bells.

A breeze blew, and the clear sound of bells rang out.

The ancient chariot instantly vanished from its place and rapidly widened the distance from the pursuers.

Qing Yi braced herself with one arm on the railing of the chariot, gazing down at the mountains and rivers swiftly passing underneath, and through her veil, her red lips parted.

"Thank you!"

"May I know your name?"

"Just call me Mo," Liang Hui said with a corner of his mouth raised, a hint of mischief in his words.

"Mo?"

In the depths of her beautiful eyes, ripples formed, pondering the name he provided despite knowing his own identity.

Qing Yi exhaled a breath of turbid air, letting the blood-stained veil flutter.

"Mo, thank you."

Clutching the medicine bottle in her hand, she sat cross-legged on the chariot, beginning to heal her wounds.