"Thump, thump, thump."
With every step Jiang Junyi took, the shadow on his long blade intensified.
"Whoosh!"
The dark aura swirling around the Shadow Blade now resembled black flames, rising, leaping, and growing ever more fierce!
A formidable power gathered around Jiang Junyi.
Even with the protection of the Nine-Layer Golden Light Shield, Lin Xiu's heart began to tremble.
He would never forget the fear of being dominated by Black Star that day.
"Heh… heheh, you can't break it," Lin Xiu said stubbornly. "Even if you do, do you think I have no other means?!"
Jiang Junyi said nothing, only raising his long blade.
"Boom—!"
The violent shadow grew wildly, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.
"I am, atomic—!"
Jiang Junyi lightly danced his long blade, drawing a dark blue arc above his head, then slashed down!
"Boom—!"
An exaggerated blade glow, like splitting mountains and severing seas, struck towards Lin Xiu.
"No! Impossible—!" Lin Xiu shrieked.
The moment the blade glow touched the light shield, an endless surge of dark blue true qi erupted in this space.
"Crack!"
The Golden Light Shield only resisted for about two or three seconds before it shattered with a crash.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Sounds of shattering vessels echoed all over Lin Xiu's body.
He hadn't lied; he did have other means.
But what was the use?
If it couldn't be blocked, it couldn't be blocked.
This strike from Jiang Junyi condensed the Shadow Heart and all his power.
After a long while, the true qi dispersed.
The Black Palace members looked at Shadow with bewildered expressions.
Was Shadow really that powerful?!
Especially Leo, his small mouth trembled uncontrollably.
Why! Why could he! Be so cool!!!!!
Leo felt terrible; he had thought his styling and lines today were already outstanding enough.
But Shadow… Shadow was! Even better…
Leo lowered his head, damn it, had he still lost to him…
Under Wan Qingyun's mask, her small mouth was also slightly agape; she hadn't known her own subordinate had such a fierce warrior!
Jiang Junyi looked at the tattered, bleeding Lin Xiu in front of him and smacked his lips: "How damn afraid of death are you…?"
That one strike didn't directly evaporate him?
Well, it's good, let Wan Qingyun's baby finish him off with her own hands.
Jiang Junyi dragged Lin Xiu by his hair, like dragging a dead dog, and threw him in front of Wan Qingyun: "Lord."
"Mm, well done." Wan Qingyun nodded, her tone still cold.
Jiang Junyi, shrouded in shadow, grinned. What kind of scene would it be if Qingyun found out I was Shadow one day?
Heheheh, just thinking about it is interesting.
But now… what should he do?
That one strike just now had drained all his true qi, stamina, and mental energy.
Getting this far was already his limit.
Being able to throw Lin Xiu in front of Wan Qingyun was purely due to his strong desire to show off.
This Shadow account would probably be out of commission for a while.
Wang Hao looked at Jiang Junyi with a knowing expression and walked to his side: "Shadow, that strike just now must have consumed a lot, right?"
Jiang Junyi coughed: "It's… it's fine."
Wang Hao put one of Jiang Junyi's arms over his shoulder and called out to Feng Liuliu: "Liu Liu, come help."
"Oh!"
Feng Liuliu ran over, slightly puzzled, and helped Wang Hao.
Wang Hao looked at Wan Qingyun: "Lord, Shadow has probably exhausted all his vital energy and spirit. I request that he be sent back to the stronghold."
Wan Qingyun nodded; she had also sensed that strike, and she wouldn't believe him if he said it hadn't consumed anything.
"Go, it's over here."
Wang Hao and Feng Liuliu bowed slightly, supporting Shadow as they departed…
On the other side.
As early as when Lin Xiu crushed the jade pendant, his second to seventh masters had already rushed over, as for his first master, he had already ascended.
However, someone blocked their path.
You might not believe it, but it was an old man in a white undershirt from a park, and an old woman in a dark red plaid shirt from a newsstand.
They stood there, doing nothing much.
But when they tried to cross that path, a great terror arose in their hearts.
There were also two mysterious masked figures in sharp suits, one black and one white, standing next to the old man and old woman, like bodyguards.
This time, Uncle Wu's white mask was half covered in golden patterns, different from when he first met Capricorn.
"Four of you, what is the meaning of this?" Lin Xiu's second master asked with a frown.
"We're sunbathing under the moon, can't you tell?" The old man fanned himself, taking out his own small stool and placing it in the middle of the road.
"Tsk? Uncle Jiang, where's mine?" Aunt Zhao kicked the small stool.
"Hey, hey, hey! Zhao Qiaoqiao! We agreed not to call me that, didn't we?" Uncle Jiang seemed a bit flustered.
To be honest, an old man named Uncle Jiang…
Beside him, Capricorn's mask slightly curved into an arc… couldn't hold it in…
In fact, when she came here to block the Dragon King Palace reinforcements, Capricorn had already prepared for a fight to the death.
But she never expected that she seemed to have reinforcements too.
Aunt Zhao snorted, "If you had brought it for me, then I wouldn't call you that."
"I brought it, I brought it!" Uncle Jiang pulled out a folding small stool from a bag in his small cart.
At this moment, the six members of the Dragon King Palace exchanged glances, and while Uncle Jiang and Aunt Zhao were distracted, they erupted into action.
Uncle Jiang and Zhao Qiaoqiao's eyes sharpened.
Capricorn was about to make a move when Uncle Wu's hand rested on her shoulder: "No need, just help pick up the newspapers later."
Huh?
Only to see a flip-flop violently thrown, and a rolled-up newspaper shot out like a stick.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The six people immediately felt pain all over their bodies, and their figures kept retreating due to successive forces.
"Youngsters, don't be so hot-headed!"
"Speak properly."
Uncle Jiang sat with his legs crossed, his feet bare.
Uncle Wu glanced at Capricorn, shrugged, and was the first to go forward and pick up the flip-flop.
Capricorn scratched her mask, went forward to pick up the newspaper, and handed it to Aunt Zhao.
"Good child, good child." Aunt Zhao took the newspaper, smiling brightly at Capricorn.
The second master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Two of you, are you trying to cross the Dragon King Palace?"
"Whether we're crossing you or not, I don't know, but this path, you won't cross it today."
Uncle Jiang pointed his fan at the Dragon King Palace members.
"What if I insist on crossing?" The second master's eyes were cold.
Aunt Zhao sneered: "Insist on crossing? If you insist, I'll make you line up and count off!"
"Everyone, attack!"
The Dragon King Palace members' expressions hardened, and they attacked again!
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
"Hiss!"
It was quick, from two to six, all stood before Aunt Zhao with bruised faces, heads bowed.
Each person, forty or fifty years old, now looked like children in front of Aunt Zhao and Uncle Jiang.
"You, count off!"
Aunt Zhao pointed her rolled-up newspaper stick at the second master.
"2!"
"Slap!" Aunt Zhao slapped him.
"You started counting from 2?!"
"Sorry…" The second master apologized softly.
"Again! Count off!"
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"Uh… 4!"
"5!"
"6!"
Aunt Zhao frowned: "Not very neat, do it again."
And so, the Dragon King Palace reinforcements… counted off all night long…
Over here.
Wang Hao and Feng Liuliu were supporting Jiang Junyi, walking along the road.
At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly spoke: "Young Master, where are we going back to?"
"Home," Jiang Junyi answered subconsciously.
Wait! That didn't seem right!
"No, you?!"
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