"Shen Xinghe, stop it!"
Zhuhua, Dijun, and the baby lying on the ground gasping for breath all looked at Sijiu.
“Master—”
"Xing'er, are you okay?"
Shen Xinghe quickly stood up and faced his master. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb and smiled brightly at his master. "Master, I'm fine."
In fact, the sword wounds and whip wounds on his back were so deep that the bones were visible, and it was a bloody mess.
"Xinghe, let me out." Sijiu looked at the Emperor.
The Emperor saw his master change from being concerned and gentle when asking questions about Shen Xinghe to being cold and serious when talking to him, and he felt violent inside.
"Master, you are so biased."
The tall young man slowly fell from the air. The vortex of spiritual energy formed by the triggered killing array was like a guillotine, still hovering over his head, but he turned a blind eye to it. His pair of blood-red eyes flickered, smiling but cold.
"Do you think the Xing'er you're talking about is some docile little lamb?
Master, do you want to know when and how Qianyan died?
"Shut up!" Panic and fear flashed in Shen Xinghe's eyes.
What flashed through his mind was what his master had once said to him, "What I will never tolerate is deception, especially deception from someone you trust. I will never forgive it."
He still vividly remembered the Master's extremely cold eyes at that time, as if they were reappearing before him. Then, those eyes changed to an extremely gentle one, and he patiently said to him, "Xing'er, remember this when you act in the future: Don't be afraid of what others say, but just keep a clear conscience."
And now, he was afraid. He felt guilty.
His deception and extreme behavior that day were finally revealed to Master in this way.
Shen Xinghe was shocked and angry. He was so angry that he suddenly spat out blood, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.
"Xing'er——"
Zhu Hua had already arrived in front of Si Jiu and raised Zhan Wu, "Xiao Jiu, Senior Brother will let you out."
The barrier that Zhan Wuhong had created to trap Si Jiu was even harder to break than Zhu Hua had imagined.
Zhu Hua became more and more frightened by the strength of this evil spirit, and his spiritual power surged towards Zhan Wujian as if it were free.
Si Jiu watched anxiously as Shen Xinghe fell to the ground and became motionless, and he also summoned Jingque to attack the barrier.
"Xiaojiu, no!"
"Second Brother, go help me look after Xing'er. I'll break this barrier myself."
"Don't use your spiritual power recklessly anymore. If that little beast dies, it's dead. You..."
Suddenly, a murderous intent emerged from behind him. Zhuhua saw Xiaojiu suddenly looking behind him with a look of shock and anger. He had an idea and dodged to the side.
The whip tail, carrying a sharp demonic power, brushed past Zhu Hua's cheek with a snap, raising a cloud of blood mist. Then his hair bun loosened, and several strands of hair were cut off, floating in the air and falling to the ground.
The Emperor looked at the cut on Zhuhua's cheek and grinned.
Then he suddenly moved closer and struck with a palm.
Zhu Hua is now afraid of his strength, so he dares not be arrogant and resists with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, the Emperor's move was just a feint. The long whip was already heading towards Si Jiu, wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
The Emperor put his arm around Sijiu's waist and suddenly retreated. He whipped up Shen Xinghe, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Then, a black hole suddenly appeared behind the vortex of spiritual power swirling above his head. The Emperor held Sijiu in one hand and dragged Shen Xinghe with the whip in the other hand, flying towards the "black hole".
"Block gate!" Zhuhua's eyes were bloodshot.
"Immortal Lord Zhuhua, I'm sorry I can't accompany you."
"Buzz—"
Zhuhua watched their figures sink into the barrier gate, and then the entire gate disappeared.
…
In a blink of an eye, there was no trace of the abundant spiritual energy of Qingyue Mountain around.
Sijiu felt a little uncomfortable from running his spiritual power just now, and he felt even more dizzy after passing through a barrier door. He didn't recover until he was let go by the Emperor.
"This is... the Endless Sea, the Dark Candle Palace?" she blurted out.
The Emperor's eyes dimmed slightly, "Master, have you really been here before?"
He suddenly grasped Sijiu's arm, a trace of pity appearing in his blood-red eyes, "I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"
Sijiu: "..."
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