Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 825: Chapter 73 White Tiger_5 Chapter 825: Chapter 73 White Tiger_5 “Damn it!

How does he have such a thing!”

“How could he have it!”

“No, we must quickly call for ‘The Emperor’!”

“Yes, The Emperor!”

With a thought.

The thirty-six puppets swiftly retreated, their bright lights rapidly diminished.

Soon, these puppets somehow dismantled themselves, with parts quickly assembling into something new.

Meanwhile.

The massive White Tiger flew straight into the sky, preparing to pounce, and lunged at the Six-headed Dragonfly.

The Six-headed Dragonfly, being a Fourth Stage Perfection, sensed extreme danger and vibrated its wings slightly to dodge the White Tiger’s attack with its fast speed.

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After the White Tiger missed its strike, it looked up and roared in fury!

Around it, evil Qi condensed as if it were tangible.

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From its body, a strand of golden sand directly flew out toward the Six-headed Dragonfly.

The Six-headed Dragonfly, caught off guard, couldn’t evade in time, despite its speed; its transparent thin wings got caught in the golden sand and were instantly shredded!

Suddenly, countless pale-white fine powders fell around the Six-headed Dragonfly.

This powder, trembling as it fell towards the White Tiger’s position, was immediately blown away by the gusts of wind around the White Tiger.

The Six-headed Dragonfly fled in a panic.

In the distance.

Wang Ba swept a serious glance at those humanoid puppets that were quickly assembling and didn’t dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

The Class IV Spider puppet was still there, and the hidden Puppet Master from Dao Shengzhou was also present.

“The location where I feigned my presence just now…

he must be hiding in the west…”

Wang Ba hastily replayed in his mind the shifts in the Power of the Yin God he felt during the several spider attacks.

From his feigned positioning, he had vaguely determined the probable hiding direction of the Dao Shengzhou Puppet Master.

Yet, catching him off guard was still just out of reach.

At that moment, he suddenly had a premonition and looked up sharply.

To the west, at the edge of the sky, a blood rain lit up…

“Has a Nascent Soul perished?!”

“Has it already begun?”

“Who died, someone from the Three Continents or from the Wanxiang Sect, Longevity Sect?!”

Wang Ba’s heart trembled.

Almost instantaneously, several more blood rains lit up in the sky.

The range of the blood rain rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, the entire western sky was dyed red with blood.

“How could it be so intense?!”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel a shock in his heart!

…

In the skies above West Sea Country.

The battle that erupted near the coast of the West Sea swiftly drew the attention of the imposing figure and the cultivator in the moon-white robe.

“It looks like the people from the Three Continents are quite confident this time.”

Watching the fierce battle below and the blood rain that followed in the sky, the imposing figure spoke slowly.

The cultivator in the moon-white robe didn’t respond, but gently caressed a black hexagonal box in his hands.

Each corner of the box had a tiny hole.

With the outbreak of the battle on the West Sea coast, faint auras slowly surged into them.

Not receiving a response, the imposing figure didn’t stop talking but continued:

“That Zhaoxin, as well as the Deified Puppets of HÄ“i Róng and Lín JiÇŽo, have arrived…”

“These Dao Shengzhou Cultivators are as you said, skilled with spiritual machinery.

There seem to be more and more Deified Puppets being created; when they first came, there was only one.”

“However, Yao Wudi of your Phenomena Sect seems a bit strange this time, he hasn’t made a move yet…”

The imposing figure seemed a bit surprised: “I’ve been watching for a few days now, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him not rush up immediately.”

The cultivator in the moon-white robe glanced over Juhai City.

In the indifferent pupils, the white clouds in the sky were reflected.

Yet within those clouds, there seemed to be many familiar faces, each of them growing dimmer…

He said softly, “Perhaps it’s just that the opportunity hasn’t come yet.”

In the midst of the conversation.

Suddenly, a rain of blood began to drift down from the sky.

“It’s the peak master of your sect’s Taihua Peak…”

The stalwart figure’s voice carried a hint of regret, “He did have a chance at Immortal Ascension, what a pity.”

The cultivator in the moon-white robe responded indifferently:

“It was only a chance, after all.

There are many more powerful than he within the sect, nothing worth regretting.”

“You should look after your sect’s Personal Disciple Xue…”

The stalwart figure shook his head gently, “Xue Shenshou is far from the end of his lifespan.

However, with his talent, the earlier he enters Immortal Ascension the better.

Should it come to it, I myself will take action.”

With that, he spoke no more, watching quietly from above.

But soon, the stalwart figure couldn’t help but turn around, his eyes fixed incredulously on the cultivator in the moon-white robe:

“Aren’t you going to save that Guan Ao?”

After a brief silence, the cultivator in the moon-white robe said calmly:

“If the death of one Guan Ao can make Yao Wudi succeed…

it’s worth it!”

No sooner had he finished speaking.

A torrential rain of blood began to pour down from the sky!

…

Outside Juhai City.

The protective barrier formed by the Formation had long since shattered.

The towering black city walls, that had been empowered countless times, now appeared as if they had been struck by an immense force, leaving behind a massive breach.

Parts of the city wall collapsed.

Yao Wudi gazed blankly at the familiar figure nailed to the cracked city wall by a blood-red Zen Stick.

This slightly dull figure still glared with wide eyes, intently focusing on the enemy.

Born of Shenti Peak, the astonishing physical body he had cultivated, even with the Soul extinguishment, still burned fiercely like the noontide sun…

In his eyes, there seemed to be an endless sorrow and an endless rage.

Over two thousand years.

He had already experienced countless separations of life and death.

He had also already seen through the many sorrows and joys of life.

But at this moment.

His mind was involuntarily flooded with countless images.

Guan Ao, the peak master of Taihua Peak, each Nascent Soul Cultivator, Golden Core Craftsman who had defended this place…

And before him, the chaos of explosions, the intense sounds of combat…

flames, waves, collapsing city walls, everything burning…

At this moment, he finally touched the very last sliver of an opportunity to achieve Immortal Ascension!

“Zhaoxin, to death we go!”

With wild hair and a husky, robust torso, at this moment, countless Divine Patterns began to turn rapidly!

“Amitabha!”

A gaunt monk raised his hand, attempting to pull out the Zen Stick before him.

However, he found the stick was tightly gripped in the hands of the already deceased Guan Ao.

Even he, for a moment, was unable to pull it out!

In his urgency, the monk dared not confront it, and hastily fled.

And at this moment, not far away, a Deified Puppet clad in imperial robes also charged forward.

Wielding a sharp Fourth Order Sword Instrument, it thrust directly at Yao Wudi!

However, it immediately froze in place!

Facing this sword, rather than fleeing, Yao Wudi charged head-on!

The Divine Patterns on his body exploded with a roar!