Chapter 207 A Narrow Escape
Just as Xiaoyao Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, Zhu Ziyue's palm strike arrived. He hurriedly gathered his inner energy and bent his arms to protect his chest. "Ugh..." He groaned, feeling another sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body slid three zhang away like a stone floating on water.
Zhu Ziyue was already burning with rage. Although she was wearing a thin veil, Xiaoyao Lang was completely naked! That swaying little cutie was completely etched into her memory. In her mind, this was blatant disrespect towards her, and only by killing him could she prove her innocence.
A single palm strike failed to severely injure Xiaoyao Lang, but he simultaneously channeled his power with both palms. In an instant, a powerful surge of air churned, stirring up waves in the once calm lake. At the critical moment of life and death, Xiaoyao Lang shook the lake water with both arms, finally standing upright on the surface, walking on the water with Zhu Ziyue as if on solid ground.
"Die!" Seeing him once again nakedly defiling his eyes, Zhu Ziyue unleashed her inner energy from both palms. With a whooshing sound, the wind from her palms forced a groove into the lake water between the two of them.
Xiaoyao Lang unleashed his own palm strike simultaneously, the two palms meeting with a resounding "bang," as the force of the blows spread outwards, causing waves several feet high to rise from the surrounding lake. Several wild ducks were startled and scattered in panic, and blood trickled from Xiaoyao Lang's mouth once more.
Seizing the opportunity, Xiaoyao Lang used his right hand to draw in air and grab a duck to block his little cutie. He hurriedly called out, "I didn't mean to offend you, please be merciful!"
Seeing that Xiaoyao Lang could withstand three of her moves and still fight back, Zhu Ziyue, still furious, became even more enraged. Her long purple hair fluttered without wind, her whole body overflowed with true energy, and her hands remained strong and unyielding.
Seeing that she ignored him, and that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was brimming with murderous intent and showing no mercy in her attacks, Xiaoyao Lang felt a chill run down his spine. He then shouted, "You little brat, how unreasonable! I've already apologized to you, what more do you want?"
Reading carefully, Zhu Ziyue's purple eyes flickered, and she finally looked at Xiaoyao Lang properly. Seeing him using a wild duck to cover his genitals, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly! But when her gaze lingered on his face, her expression suddenly turned serious. Recalling the blurry man she often dreamed of, she realized it was indeed Xiaoyao Lang before her, and shouted sharply, "It's you!"
Seeing her glaring at him fiercely, as if she wanted to devour him, Xiaoyao Lang was completely bewildered. He asked leisurely, "What? You...you still recognize me?"
"Go to hell!" With a furious roar, Zhu Ziyue completely erupted, unleashing her Yin-Yang magic with both hands. In an instant, the lake water was drawn in, as if obeying her command, and several water ropes rose up, firmly locking Xiaoyao Lang's limbs and waist.
"This..." Xiaoyao Lang was shocked and thought to himself: This is the first time I have seen such a martial arts style. It is somewhat similar to Linglong's Six-Finger Clasp Technique. I should resist it with force.
With his mind settled, Xiaoyao Lang activated the blue dragon soul within his body, and ice suddenly formed beneath his feet. "Since you are so unreasonable, don't blame me for responding with force." With a furious shout, he steadied himself and no longer cared about the shy little cutie. He threw away the wild duck and used both hands to unleash his powerful strength to resist.
The two began a contest of strength from a distance, using the water rope as their leverage! Zhu Ziyue moved with agility, her feet skimming the water's surface like a dragonfly, not even causing a ripple. Xiaoyao Lang, on the other hand, struggled considerably; if not for the ice formed by the dragon soul beneath his feet, he would have had no way to gain any support.
After a brief exchange, Zhu Ziyue coldly said, "I didn't expect you to have some tricks up your sleeve. Let's see how you fight!" With another movement of her hand, another water column rose from behind the Xiaoyao Wave, carrying great force as it struck his back.
Xiaoyao Lang felt a chill run down his spine, but he couldn't break free of his limbs. In desperation, he heard a dragon's roar, "Hum...!" and the blue dragon soul in his body shot out backward, suddenly blocking the deadly water column.
With a loud "Hoo!", the dragon soul turned its head and swiftly attacked Zhu Ziyue. At the same time, the unparalleled cold energy it carried instantly froze the five water ropes binding Xiaoyao Lang. Xiaoyao Lang was overjoyed and hurriedly shook his whole body with all his might, and the ice ropes shattered, allowing him to break free.
Seeing the ice dragon attacking her, Zhu Ziyue flashed back several feet. "Evil dragon, stop your arrogance!" Before her words had even finished, she moved her hands and in the blink of an eye, several water ropes shot up from the lake, instantly locking the ice dragon in mid-air, unable to break free.
Upon seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang secretly admired her: I didn't expect this little girl to be so powerful. It would be best to leave first!
Thinking of fleeing, Zhu Ziyue was determined to kill him today. The entire lake was shrouded in Zhu Ziyue's immense Yin-Yang energy, its dark color reaching the sky, and everything around it lost its original color. In the blink of an eye, her figure flickered, and several of her figures appeared on the lake's surface. Xiaoyao Lang was dazzled and had nowhere to escape.
"This is outrageous!" Xiaoyao Lang exclaimed in annoyance. He struck out with a palm, aiming straight for a figure in front of him, but his palm missed its mark, achieving nothing. Before he could even be surprised, he felt a chill run down his spine and was severely injured again! He spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Zhu Ziyue seized the opportunity, and several figures merged into one in an instant. In the blink of an eye, her palm force was aimed directly at Xiaoyao Lang's face! At this critical moment, a streak of azure light streaked across the sky and entered Zhu Ziyue's body.
Suddenly, Zhu Ziyue was struck dumb, her body trembling, her face paling. "This... is the Azure Dragon Soul..."
Seeing the blue mist emanating from her purple eyes, and the energy she was controlling gradually weakening, Xiaoyao Lang thought, "Heaven hasn't forsaken me! What a good opportunity!" He quickly calmed his inner energy and fled towards the shore, stepping on the water. As Zhu Ziyue's power was temporarily restricted, the colors of the surroundings returned, and the bound ice dragon struggled free, returning to Xiaoyao Lang's body like a stream of light.
Seeing Xiaoyao Lang escape, Zhu Ziyue was filled with resentment and hatred! But she couldn't move. "Damn it..." she thought to herself: Well, it seems he's not meant to die. If I don't quickly stabilize the dragon soul within me, I'm afraid the power will clash and I'll lose my life first.
She adjusted her emotions, calmed her inner energy, and sank her body back to the bottom of the lake to begin merging with the azure dragon soul within her.
In his desperate escape, Xiaoyao Lang didn't even bother to put on a shirt, hastily throwing on a pair of cotton trousers before fleeing into the deep mountains and dense forests. After a long while, he finally succumbed to the overwhelming force, "Ugh... Pfft!" He leaned against a tree, coughing up two more mouthfuls of blood.
He lowered his eyes, channeling his inner energy and urging his blue dragon soul to repair his injuries, but the dragon soul within him remained unmoved. He frowned, pondering: How could this be? The internal injuries this woman inflicted on me are unhealable. What's going on? No, judging from her expression, she's determined to kill me. I need to hide even more; I can't let her find me…
He then dragged his heavy steps, limping and staggering, through the grove.
In the woods, Dou Dou, who once received refugee porridge, stood alone at the edge of the ravine. Tears streamed down her face as she murmured, her voice choked with sobs, "Grandma... I... I can't go on... I'm in so much pain... so tired... I'll come..."
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