However, his expression quickly changed. His usually proud spells and various protective magic treasures melted away almost instantly, like the first snow meeting the scorching sun.
His hands, his body, his head also melted away...
"Is there such a powerful person in the world? Who is this bastard? He's so strong, yet he's pretending to be weak to take advantage of others!"
This was his last thought in this life.
The Blood Spirit Venerable's rage points increased by 888...
On the other side, Zhiyin and Zhao Xiaodie were dumbfounded, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.
The invincible being who was like a demon god in front of them just now was actually killed by this person with a single sword strike?
As Zhao Xiaodie and her neck stiffened as they looked at the ground, they saw a deep crack in the ground in the direction where the Blood Spirit Venerable had just been, stretching all the way into the distance.
The two looked in that direction and couldn't help but tremble. What used to be a mountain had been split in two, with a canyon appearing in the center.
The power of that single sword strike was terrifying!
Not to mention them, even Yun Jianyue and Yan Xuehen stared blankly into the distance. The power of Zu An's sword was far beyond their imagination, and it seemed to be not much different from Zhao Hao at his peak.
Seeing the two people's puzzled looks, Zu An transmitted his voice and said, "Your strength has just improved, and you're still not quite in control of your power."
This Blood Spirit Venerable's cultivation level was almost that of a Grandmaster, but the soul power he provided only increased his experience bar by a tiny bit. This shows how difficult it is to improve as you progress.
He hadn't expected his sword strike to cause such a commotion; he could vaguely see many powerful cultivators rushing towards them.
Fortunately, those people were somewhat wary and afraid, so they didn't dare to sprint at full speed, otherwise they might have angered the authorities.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Zuan turned and left with the two women in his arms.
He had only walked about a hundred paces when he suddenly stopped: "Why are you following us?"
It turned out that Zhao Xiaodie had stumbled and staggered her way over.
"Brother Zu, is that you?" Zhao Xiaodie's eyes were watery, full of expectation and excitement.
Zuan: "???"
Even though I'm wearing a mask, can you still recognize me?
Yun Jianyue and Yan Xuehen narrowed their eyes slightly. Could this guy also have an affair with the princess of the Qi Prince's mansion?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zuan said coldly.
"If you weren't Brother Zu, and we weren't related, why would you save me?" Zhao Xiaodie said excitedly.
Zuan felt a sharp pain in his waist and almost grimaced, but he managed to control his voice with great difficulty: "I was just dealing with the flies casually, I wasn't trying to save you."
After saying that, he stopped talking and quickly walked away with the two women. After only a few steps, they had disappeared without a trace.
If you stay any longer to talk, the flesh on your waist will rot.
Seeing the group disappear, Zhao Xiaodie knew she couldn't catch up, but a hint of excitement flickered across her face as she murmured to herself:
“Brother Zu, I know it’s you. You treated me like that back then. I remember your scent.”
She has always had an exceptionally keen sense of smell; once she has been in close contact with someone, she can remember their scent.
The scent of the two women beside him just now was somewhat familiar. Could it really be those two?
But how could those two high and mighty beings allow the same man to hold their waists at the same time, and then lean against each other like a puddle of water?
Wait, Brother Zu just said that the three of them were sleeping together in the tree?
Zhao Xiaodie's eyes widened immediately; she felt as if she had discovered some incredible secret.
No wonder he was unwilling to admit his identity, no wonder they wore masks!
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