Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me
Chapter 153 - 106: Arrival of the Saint Heir_4

Chapter 153: Chapter 106: Arrival of the Saint Heir_4

Having seen the disrupted Mist River, Lu Jin’an knew the destination was near, so he breathed a sigh of relief and accelerated once more.

He wasn’t afraid of being late and causing a joke, mainly because as the Saint Heir of Wandao Sect, there were many situations that required him to personally handle.

Under the golden-red light-filled Mist River, Ming Yuan still had a slight smile as he looked at Jiang Wuya, with a hint of provocation: "You’re the second senior brother of the Wandao Sect, and you can’t decide such a small matter?"

Pausing a moment, he pointed to the now stabilized entrance of the Grotto Heaven: "The entrance is now open, aren’t you going to..."

Before the words were out, from the mysterious rules of space, a chilling Sword Qi suddenly swept over, overwhelmingly aggressive, like a tempest sweeping across a barren field, appearing and vanishing instantly, stretching for thousands of miles.

"This Sword Qi... Senior Brother is here!"

"It is indeed Senior Brother, but such arrogant Sword Qi, doesn’t quite fit Senior Brother’s usual steady style."

"Lu Jin’an... is this the Sword Qi of the Broken Realm Realm? Has he broken through so fast?"

"Feels different from the Broken Realm Realm of the Human Clan’s Mu Qingyue... maybe it isn’t."

"Lu Jin’an..."

The Mist River was bustling once again, many people, both humans and demons, changed their expressions, eyes full of surprise.

Because, in their knowledge, the Wandao Sect’s Lu Jin’an was always modestly restrained, not easily revealing his depth.

Most people, whether human or demon, were feeling such an overwhelming and ridiculous pressure from Lu Jin’an for the first time.

Swoosh—

As the Flowing Light flickered, the space rippled.

Wearing the Water Cloud Crown and donning the Wandao Sect’s standard brocade robes, Lu Jin’an stood at the forefront of the Human Clan, left hand holding the Netherworld Proof, exuding a sinister and domineering aura.

Ming Yuan’s eyes filled with a deep dread, just as he was about to speak, Guan Wen from the Wandao Sect’s disciples hurriedly spoke: "Senior Brother, the Demon Clan wants us to give up three more slots."

Pausing again, Guan Wen’s speech quickened: "The three of them even cursed Senior Mu as a blind fool and said Saintess Zhu was just a whimpering little girl only knowing fear!"

Ming Yuan frowned and glared at Guan Wen, ranked fourth among the Wandao Sect’s direct disciples, thinking that the latter two sentences were just nonsense, right?

Without much thought, he looked to Lu Jin’an: "Now that you’ve arrived..."

Lu Jin’an stepped forward towards the three Demon Monarchs: "Continue speaking."

"I know you surely disagree with just giving up the slots, now that the Grotto Heaven entrance is opened, why not rely on each other’s speed, and the last three shouldn’t be allowed to enter the Grotto Heaven, how about it?"

As Ming Yuan looked at the approaching Lu Jin’an, the foreboding Sword Qi emanating from him forced him to protect himself with Demon Energy.

"If you have any other ideas..."

Ming Yuan’s words paused slightly, suddenly he shouted in a low voice: "Retreat!"

Like a black cloud over a city, Spiritual Power as mist engulfed the realm, bringing darkness to the world under the domain of space-time and life-and-death.

At this moment, Ming Yuan felt as if he was plunged into a pitch-black world where he could only hear the buzzing of Sword sounds and two abrupt screams.

His face suddenly changed, transforming without hesitation into a mottly ferocious tiger with five tails, retreating at high speed.

In his vision, the Zhengrong Sword Energy towered, imposing and grand.

Yet within this Sword Energy, a Golden Feather suddenly appeared, followed by the swift figure in a black robe.

The scorching and dazzling golden light demon energy tore open a rift in the Sword Qi.

Before Ming Yuan had time to rejoice, he saw a rainbow-like sword light in the swift Purple Lightning and Green Frost pushing back the Golden Feather.

The gleaming sinister sword light illuminated Ming Yuan’s vision; he couldn’t see where Lu Jin’an was... oh, there he was.

He was stepping on his back.

Was his head turning?

Gurgle, gurgle...

The tiger’s head rolled on the Mist River filled with golden-red glow as its body collapsed with a roar.

The domain disappeared, but the chilling Sword Qi still enveloped the area.

Lu Jin’an stood on the tiger’s back, holding his sword in one hand, expressionlessly staring at the black robe: "Thus, the slots are just right."

After he finished speaking, he leaned with his right hand on the Netherworld Proof Sword Hilt stuck in the tiger’s back, the chilling Sword Qi pierced through the fog on the Mist River as the rising sun, tearing a thousand-zhang sword light, forming a barricade.

He faced the Demon Clan, his back to everyone, his voice calm, concise.

"Go!"

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