Chapter 2444 - 807: Seven Kill Sect, Going Home!
“Whoosh!”
In the void, an invisible and intangible shadow beam suddenly appeared, akin to a lurking venomous snake, rushing towards Lu Qingshan, mysterious and unfathomable.
Its speed was incredibly astonishing, surpassing Lu Qingshan’s instincts.
Although his Sword Heart warned him in the first instance, it was still difficult to evade!
This was not only a late-stage Core Formation Great Cultivator but also someone who was adept in concealment and the art of assassination.
At this moment, directly using a secret technique, intending to take down Lu Qingshan, a prodigy of Yue Country, with a single blow.
“Buzz!”
In haste, Lu Qingshan’s body-protecting magic barrier and his magical robe disintegrated instantly in the face of the assassin’s chilling killing intent, even his mana slightly stalling.
His Lifebound Flying Sword vibrated once, appearing in front of him, but with a crisp clang, it flew sideways directly, making his hair stand on end.
However, in this critical moment, the Michen Banner in Lu Qingzhu’s hands beside him suddenly flew out, emitting five-colored radiance, like a cloud of colors, tightly enveloping the siblings, isolating the tide-like chilling killing intent.
“Not good!”
At this moment, the assassin cloaked in black, body blurred and seemingly converging with the void, immediately sensed something was amiss.
Decisive as ever, having failed to land a blow, he intended to flee thousands of miles away.
“Came and now want to leave?”
Lu Changsheng, who had been lurking in the shadows all along, had a cold expression, his Yin Yang Magic Power surged like roaring rivers, and a stream of Yin Yang Energies soared from his head, merging into the void, forming a large hand with distinct Yin Yang markings.
Divine Skill — Yin Yang Qi Grasp!
However, as the Yin Yang Hand interwove sealing the void of this realm, the small Golden Peng Bird perched on Lu Changsheng’s shoulder, no taller than a few inches, had already darted forth like a golden arc.
“Puff!”
Accompanied by a muffled sound, only a cloaked figure emerged from the void, body bent like a shrimp.
Had the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng not held back, in just that instant, it could have annihilated him, breaking through his layers of defenses.
Nonetheless, even so, this assassin cultivator with Eighth Level of Core Formation had his entire skeleton shattered, internal organs displaced, and spewed fresh blood.
Subsequently, the Yin Yang marked large hand virtually grasped, clutching the shadowy figure tightly, rendering him incapable of moving an inch no matter how he struggled.
“Nascent Soul True Lord!”
The assassin gazed at Lu Changsheng, whose form seemed to merge with the void around him, his pupils constricted rapidly, instinctively identifying Lu Changsheng as a Nascent Soul True Lord, a surge of indescribable shock and terror welled up within him, realizing he wasn’t unjustly trapped.
Indeed, no one could have predicted the presence of a Nascent Soul True Lord lurking beside Lu Qingshan, a cultivator in the Initial Stage of Core Formation.
Otherwise, despite his methods, even if a Core Formation Great Master acted, he could retreat unscathed.
“Father.”
Lu Qingshan was both surprised and exhilarated when his father subdued the assassin in the blink of an eye.
Just as he had guessed, his father had long since broken through to Nascent Soul!
As for why the magic power mechanism remained at Core Formation, not appearing as Nascent Soul, it must be intentional disguise to make people underestimate him.
Otherwise, what Core Formation cultivator could seize a late-stage Core Formation Great Cultivator with assassination expertise with but a finger snap?
Not only that, but Lu Qingshan also noted the diminutive stature of the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng.
The moment it appeared was equally astonishing, too quick for him to react.
Lu Changsheng stepped forward, reaching the cloaked figure’s front, raising his palm lightly, sealing his entire mana completely to prevent him from taking his own life through some means.
Following that, his palm ascended, the Yin Yang marked large hand interwoven like mist and tide, engulfing the cloaked assassin, gradually transforming into a fist-sized Yin Yang Small Ball, falling into Lu Changsheng’s hands.
Subsequently, Lu Changsheng employed divine skills, utterly crushing the realm’s qi mechanism, integrating it into his semi-complete realm, and departed with his children.
A moment later, the three appeared in a dense forest.
Lu Changsheng, looking at his daughter Lu Qingzhu, whose black silky hair and robe were a bit disheveled, asked with concern, “Little Bamboo, are you alright?”
Although the assassin’s target was his son Lu Qingshan.
The killing intent that erupted from the assassination technique nevertheless affected Lu Qingzhu beside him.
Lu Qingshan was shocked when he saw his father first ask after his sister and then pointed to himself saying, “No, dad, it was me who was attacked, I was attacked!”
“Father, I’m fine.”
Lu Qingzhu knew her father was deliberately teasing her brother, she couldn’t help but pursed her lips and softly smiled.
She then asked with concern toward her brother, “Brother, you’re not hurt, are you?”
When the assassin appeared, she felt a chilling killing intent, as if she fell into an ice cellar.
Thankfully, with the inner armor given by her father Lu Changsheng and the protection of the Michen Banner, she wasn’t injured substantively.
“As long as you’re okay.”
Lu Changsheng gently brushed through his daughter’s black silky hair, softly speaking.
Then, glancing at his son beside him, he looked him over and said, “I obviously know you were attacked, but you’re unhurt, aren’t you?”
“???”
Lu Qingshan’s face twitched, feeling certain of his dad’s true nature, secretly mocking him in his heart, planning to later ask his sister to get more treasures from their dad to console his wounded heart.
Lu Changsheng did not continue joking with his son, he threw out the assassin earlier, inquiring if Lu Qingshan recognized him.
“Dad, I’ve never seen this person, and his cultivation technique doesn’t resemble that of Beast God Mountain, Barebody Sect, Shura Sect, or Heavenly Slaughter Sect, most likely he’s a cultivator from Yuan Country.”
Lu Qingshan stepped forward to check this person’s mana situation, frowned, and said.
Yue Country neighbors Liang Country, the Yue Country is very familiar with the cultivation technique inheritances of the four major Demonic Sects of Liang Country.
“Oh?”