Iris said, "This is the essence of my demon bloodline. I don't have much. I can only squeeze out a drop for you. It won't be of much use, but it can help you withstand one ninth-level attack."
Hua Changle was stunned for a moment.
Iris spoke lightly, but judging from her expression, Hua Changle knew that this drop of essence blood was probably extremely precious.
In fact, this drop of essence blood is indeed extremely precious.
If it is integrated into the body and refined, it can directly improve a person's physique, making it a rare and precious medicine.
The iris, on the other hand, integrates some of its unique energy into its blood essence, forming a unique energy mark that can directly withstand one ninth-tier attack. If not used, its blood can also be refined.
"Thanks."
Hua Changle looked at her and said.
Iris ruffled her hair:
"No need to thank me! I'm here to protect you, isn't this what I should do?"
"Okay, that makes me feel a little more at ease. Let's go."
Hua Changle nodded, and the two of them unfolded their flying vehicles.
"Go find Lu Sheng!"
...
The moon is stingy, casting only a few silvery ripples.
The sea at night is a sleeping abyss, its clear light and shadow only allowing for gentle caresses, not daring to drown.
The ink-black sea stretches endlessly, the night is eerie, and the ship sails alone.
The ship sailed on the dark sea, like a monster that devours light, closely following the source of light.
Lu Sheng sat on the deck railing, looking as if he was about to fall off. The ship swayed with the waves, but he remained firmly in place.
He was still dressed in white, so white it seemed to glow.
But that slender figure seemed to have already left the ship and merged into the endless night.
He stared at the dark sea, and no one knew what he was thinking.
“Mr. Braden, please go back. It’s dangerous on the deck, please…”
"Get out! You, get out!"
The noise approached from behind.
Two men in platinum uniforms were unable to stop the man and bowed to Rikuo: "I'm sorry, sir, we can't stop Mr. Braden."
The "Mr. Braden" they were referring to was a blond, blue-eyed elderly man, probably in his sixties.
He was bulky, dressed in an expensive custom-made suit, sported a mustache, and had an arrogant expression. His Chinese dialect was not fluent.
Braden strode over aggressively, stopping a short distance from Lu Sheng, and slammed his half-person-tall snake-head cane heavily on the deck:
"Mr. Lu! Why are you tying me to this ship when my deal wasn't even done! You have to compensate me for my losses!"
"..."
No one answered; Lu Sheng remained with his back to him.
Braden glared and slammed his fist on the deck twice more.
"Lu Sheng! You cannot be disrespectful to me, the esteemed representative of the Gallia Consortium! Release me, or I will have my family punish you! Once I return, your cooperation with the family will fail, fail, fail!"
"Tsk."
In a flash, Lu Sheng was already standing in front of Braden Gallia, looking down at him coldly.
Braden Gallia was so frightened that he took a step back.
The sharpness in Lu Sheng's eyes softened slightly, and his tone became gentle:
“Mr. Braden, if you don’t get back to your cabin soon, you’ll die.”
Before Braden could react, Lu Sheng turned and pointed to the sea:
"They've arrived."
On the vast, pitch-black sea, a purple streak of light drew ever closer, soon becoming visible to the naked eye as a human figure.
Someone is flying rapidly across the sea, heading towards them.
Braden panicked, thinking it was his enemy: "You have to protect me! We're partners, allies!"
"So go back to your turtle shell and cling to the reputation of your Gallia Corporation."
Lu Sheng gave a signal, and one of the men half-dragged Braden back to his room.
The purple figure was only two or three hundred meters away from the ship, and its restrained yet terrifying pressure was already encroaching.
The person next to Lu Sheng couldn't help but activate their supernatural abilities to resist this oppressive force.
"Lu Sheng—"
A bold female voice ripped through the calm of the sea, and Lu Sheng grabbed the person next to him and pulled them backward.
The moment the two retreated, a purple figure descended from the sky and crashed onto the deck, scattering debris everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, another person landed lightly.
The two people who caught up with the ship were Iris and Flower Changle.
Iris pulled her foot out of the wound, her hands squeezing it so hard it cracked.
The purple energy around him almost materialized, howling menacingly as if declaring war on Lu Sheng.
Hua Changle moved her hands slightly, and large swathes of dark green vines flowed like water to every corner of the deck.
Wherever it goes, energy and the aura of living beings are fed back.
Seeing the two menacing figures, Lu Sheng remained calm and even smiled as he said to Hua Changle:
"You've arrived."
He stretched out his hands to her:
"This is my last polite invitation. You'll regret staying at the Hua family's place, so, would you like to come with me?"
Hua Changle raised her hand, and a vine wrapped around her snow-white forearm, alluring as a snake, her posture aloof and arrogant:
"I won't answer the first half of the question, but the second half..."
Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and those around Lu Sheng were startled and quickly moved to the side.
As he rolled, a vine that had somehow climbed up behind him suddenly lashed out, spraying out a trail of blood.
"This is my answer!"
Lu Sheng sighed helplessly and regretfully: "It seems that bloodshed is inevitable tonight."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and three more people jumped out at once.
Including the one who sent Braden back earlier and the one who was injured by Hua Changle, there is one eighth-level and three seventh-level.
"Hmph!" Iris snorted coldly and charged forward.
A fist was enveloped in a dense purple-gold light, with layers of gale-force winds stacked upon it.
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