Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 668 Killer Move, Divine Bloodline! [2nd Update]

Chapter 668: 668 Killer Move, Divine Bloodline! [2nd Update]

"I’m here, don’t worry." Ye Wanlan swallowed another pill, eyes cold, "I haven’t suffered too much injury, just exhausted. Tingting, we can’t let him leave!"

"Alright." Yan Tingfeng smiled gently, "Then we won’t let him leave."

The two stood back to back.

This posture is both the best defense and the best attack stance, giving one’s back to the other, also represents extreme trust in one another.

"Where did this rotten kid come from!" Dylan was on the verge of bursting with rage. "If you want to die, then let’s die together!"

"Swish——!"

He swung his sword, launching another attack.

The kids, whose combined age wasn’t even a fraction of his, he still couldn’t believe he couldn’t handle them.

Yan Tingfeng’s addition relieved Ye Wanlan from the urgent situation she faced.

The times these two fought together were few, but their coordination was extremely skillful.

It seemed like each knew the other’s thoughts, no need for words, knowing precisely how to execute the next move.

Xie Linyuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t fully relax.

"He can use Beiming Arts?" Hua Yingyue squinted her eyes thoughtfully, "Could he be a descendant of the Beiming Sect?"

"I think not necessarily so." Xie Linyuan crossed his arms, "A Beiming Sect disciple would certainly know the Beiming Arts, but knowing Beiming Arts doesn’t always mean one is a Beiming Sect disciple."

In Jianghu, the Beiming Sect was once referred to as the Demon Sect.

But in reality, the Beiming Sect did not follow the path of killing, the pursuit of their original intention and righteousness was no different from Mount Penglai.

Only their pursuit of arts was more extreme, termed as the "Extreme Path."

However, with "Extreme" in its name, it was destined that this path was not one everyone could walk.

In terms of comprehensive strength, Beiming Sect Master Xing Yun was stronger than Penglai Saintess Yue Zheng, because he was the only one who perfectly embodied the term "Extreme Path" at that time.

He abandoned other powers, focused on practicing arts, accompanied by the sun, moon, and stars, harnessing the essence of heaven and earth.

But in the hundreds of years of Beiming Sect’s history, there was only one Xing Yun.

Other sect leaders and high priests all unfortunately perished midway on this path.

To gain greater power, one must endure greater pain and torture.

Even though Ye Wanlan hadn’t told them exactly what roles Yue Zheng and Xing Yun played in that great battle, they could infer that the ability to repel the enemies couldn’t have been without these two nearly immortal-beings-like figures.

"No." Huo Jingyu suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "The Beiming Arts he’s using are somewhat different from what I’ve seen those disciples display at Mount Beiming."

Hua Yingyue and Xie Linyuan exchanged a glance, both somewhat puzzled.

One was His Highness Prince Qin of the Daning Dynasty, and the other was the Sword Saint wandering the world, neither had deeply communicated with the Beiming Sect.

But Huo Jingyu was different; Huo Jingyu was the leader of the Divine Strategy Army.

Though age-wise he was younger than Xing Yun, position-wise he stood equal with Xing Yun.

He said it wasn’t, then it wasn’t.

"He still has many secrets." Xie Linyuan said, "But I don’t care, because he truly cares about Little Junior Sister, and that’s enough."

"Brother Xie’s words are extremely true." Huo Jingyu laughed, "Who doesn’t have secrets?"

"Boom!"

Another explosion sounded, Dylan was forced to retreat.

And earlier, the injuries caused by Ye Wanlan’s move ’Mountain and Sea Shattering’ haven’t even recovered, this made his strength increasingly depleted.

"Who are you?" Dylan stared at Yan Tingfeng, his face gloomy enough to drip water, "Beiming Arts... the inheritance of the Beiming Sect has clearly already been severed!"

As someone whose age exceeds that of the Ning Dynasty, and who has been lurking in Shenzhou for so long, Dylan naturally had some understanding of Shenzhou’s tactics and strategies.

Knowing the enemy and oneself ensures victory.

So during his silence, he had been collecting information on elite figures from the Five Great Families.

Ye Wanlan’s appearance was unexpected to him, but since she was Lin Jiayan’s daughter, it was naturally expected.

But this young white-haired man, Dylan had neither seen nor heard of.

Penglai Magic saves the world, Beiming Arts destroy the world.

In terms of destructive power, Beiming Arts far exceeds Penglai Magic.

But not many knew, that if Penglai Magic and Beiming Arts were used together, the combined power wouldn’t just be one plus one equaling two, but multiplied several times more.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng exchanged a glance, launching an attack simultaneously.

"Boom!"

A massive thunderous sound descended, like the distant toll of a mourning bell, leading people into the everlasting desolation of ancient times.

Dylan felt darkness before his eyes, his chest felt as if a huge hammer had fiercely struck it, all twenty-four ribs were trembling, seeming to be crushed.

"Pfft——"

Dylan opened his mouth wide, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood to the sky.

"Actually, this state is not such a bad thing." Hua Yingyue said expressionlessly, "At least there’s no blood splattered all over."

Xie Linyuan shrugged, "For the first time, I agree with His Highness Prince Qin."

"Sizzle!"

The longsword in Dylan’s hand was inserted into the ground, trying hard not to fall, but his breath was weakening, almost nonexistent.

For humans, losing a few hundred milliliters of blood doesn’t affect normal activities.

But for Atlantians living at the seabed, every drop of blood is extremely important.

Once they lose blood, at best, they fall into a deep coma, sleeping for a century.

At worst, they lose all their power, their bodies exploding and dying.

"Huff huff..." Dylan gasped heavily, lifting a trembling finger, covered with deep blue blood.

In seven hundred years, except for training in the Sea King Temple, he had never been so seriously injured.

Humans in their eyes have always been incomplete, small, and weak organisms.

Shenzhou, more so, had waned for three hundred years, difficult to regain its former glory.

But these two people from Shenzhou somehow pushed him into such a dire situation!

"This is what you’ve forced me into——" Dylan’s eyes showed traces of cruelty and venom, "Do you truly think that relying on Penglai Magic and Beiming Arts you can kill me? Dream on!"

If he’s going to die, he’s going to drag Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng with him!

"Roar——!"

Dylan suddenly raised his head, let out a long howl.

"Buzz buzz!"

The air trembled violently, and at this moment, Dylan’s aura started to surge rapidly.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes sharpened: "Divine Bloodline!"

Kang Mufeng said that Atlantians with the Divine Bloodline could explode with hundredfold strength in moments of life and death at the cost of life.

But those who could push Atlantians to this level hadn’t appeared for a very long time.

After all, not even Dylan himself expected that he, an Atlantian who was seven hundred years older than Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng, in the end, had to resort to a mutual destruction move.

"Ah Lan! Xiao Yan!"

At such a crucial moment, Zhu Qingxian and Kang Mufeng arrived!

Upon seeing Dylan, their expressions changed.

It’s actually Dylan?!

"Zhu, Qing, Xian?" Dylan also saw the two, grinned, blood continually flowing down his mouth corner, "I had forgotten about you, no wonder Lin Jiayan’s daughter could live until now."

In their plan, Ye Wanlan wasn’t supposed to be born.

"But everything ends here——"