Liu Rong and Xue Ren

Liu Rong and the other Poison Dragon Sect cultivators were dumbfounded by the scene. They had never imagined that Taixu Sect's Core Formation Cultivators would resort to self-destruction to stop their enemies.

If all of Taixu Sect's Core Formation Cultivators blew themselves up to hold off their foes, the Poison Dragon Sect would suffer heavy losses even if it managed to wipe out Taixu Sect.

But Green-robed Old Man soon thought of something more important: their Nascent Soul Cultivator had also been caught in the aftermath of the explosion. He wondered if he was all right.

In less than a few breaths, the yellow shockwave dissipated. Liu Rong had vanished in her self-destruction, leaving behind only a rather battered purple figure.

The Purple Robed Daoist's robes were in tatters, and a faint Purple Light Screen enveloped his body. He clutched a Purple Command Flag in his hand, his face showing the lingering fear of a narrow escape.

If he hadn't managed to bring out a Protective Magic Treasure in time, even with his status as a Nascent Soul expert, he would have been lucky to survive with only his skin peeled off. After all, he wasn't a body cultivator.

He had never imagined that a Core Formation Cultivator from Taixu Sect would stop him by blowing herself up. Had Taixu Sect's Core Formation Cultivators gone mad? They were willing to throw their lives away just to buy a little time.

"Junior Sister Liu!" Xue Ren shouted. His eyes turned bloodshot, his face filled with grief, as memories of the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"My name is Liu Rong. What's yours?" A pretty young woman in a yellow dress smiled at a simple-looking young man in a blue robe, then asked with a playful blink.

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