Zhu Zhuqing Escapes the Star Luo Empire, Fang Fan's Light Sword Sweeps the Wilderness

The blazing sun scorched the wilderness of the Star Luo Empire.

Zhu Zhuqing darted through the withered grass like a black spirit cat.

The pursuers behind her stayed close, with cold arrows and claw blades striking at her from time to time.

She dodged swiftly as explosions erupted across the ground behind her.

The wilderness west of the Star Dou Forest was right before her eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's steps suddenly halted.

The road ahead had been cleaved by a dark-blue blade aura, leaving behind a deep ravine.

Zhu Zhuyun stood on the other side of the ravine, with two Soul Ancestors spread out behind her to either side.

Three Soul Elders fanned out, forming a pincer attack with the pursuers behind Zhu Zhuqing.

They had sealed off every possible route of retreat.

Eight figures slowly closed in across the wilderness like a tightening net.

Zhu Zhuyun thrust out her full chest, a lazy yet cruel smile hanging from the corners of her lips.

Her beautiful eyes swept over her younger sister's side. The bleeding wound there did nothing to diminish her beauty; instead, it made her seem tragically beautiful and dangerously alluring.

"My dear little sister... why are you running so slowly?

Your sister doesn't want to kill you.

But you're just so useless...

I only sent a few clansmen whose martial souls are of lower grade than yours to stop you.

Yet they still stopped you after you escaped such a short distance. It seems Heaven wants you to..."

Zhu Zhuqing did not wait for her nonsense to end. She twisted on her toes and shot toward the weakest Soul Grandmaster on the flank like a dark-blue afterimage.

She wanted to break through from there.

A Soul Elder had already flashed in front of that Soul Grandmaster and kicked down at her from midair.

Bang...

Zhu Zhuqing abruptly crossed her arms before her, but the kick still sent her flying backward. She crashed into the earthen mound behind her as dirt rolled everywhere. A piercing pain shot through both hands. "Puh..." She spat out a mouthful of blood.

She crouched on the ground, scanning her surroundings like a cat.

She was surrounded.

There was no way out!

Was she going to die here?

She was unwilling. Despair spread through her heart.

She still had so many things left undone. Was she going to die in this wilderness because Dai Mubai had cowardly fled on his own?

She gritted her teeth, and her gaze turned sharp.

Even if she died, she would never surrender.

"Little sister, cripple your martial soul now, and I'll let you go!

You are my little sister, after all. Even though Star Luo's imperial rules are harsh,

your sister is willing to leave you a way to live!"

Although Zhu Zhuyun was arrogant, she hoped her younger sister could live well as an ordinary person. Born into a family like this, there was no choice.

This was all she could do.

Whoosh... Zhu Zhuqing would not resign herself to fate. My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's.

She gritted her teeth and unleashed Hell Stab.

Her claws suddenly extended, and her speed instantly increased as she thrust her claws at the weakest enemy.

She wanted to break through and take the chance to flee, but the two Soul Ancestors had already flashed to either side of her like Gui Mei, leaving her nowhere to escape as four claw blades came slashing toward her.

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes in despair, thinking she was about to die.

Clang...

A sword cry exploded through the air as a gigantic, three-meter-long Seven-Colored Light Sword descended from the heavens and pierced into the ground before Zhu Zhuqing.

A terrifying sword intent instantly swept outward.

Countless Seven-Colored Light Swords thrust out of the ground around Zhu Zhuqing. Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Argh! Argh!" Screams rang out one after another as blood splattered everywhere.

Other than Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, everyone else died.

Every one of them had been pierced through by Seven-Colored Light Swords.

When Zhu Zhuyun saw the scene, her pupils shrank. Her eyes widened, and her face filled with shock and terror.

A young man descended from the sky and stood with his hands behind his back atop the hilt of the three-meter-tall Seven-Colored Light Sword. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and he was so handsome he seemed not to belong to this world.

His eyes were slightly bleary, as though he had just awoken from sleep—or perhaps just sobered up from drinking. He had a carefree, roguish air about him.

Her full chest rose and fell from the shock, and her legs felt as though they had been filled with lead, unable to move.

This young man was several years younger than her. How could he be so powerful?

He seemed to be a Soul King.

Was he really such a monster?

The shock left her unable to speak for a moment.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing felt the Hell Spirit Cat resonate with some martial soul. She opened her bright eyes and saw that, other than Zhu Zhuyun, all those pursuing her were dead.

Their bodies had all been pierced through by Seven-Colored Light Swords, lying sprawled across the ground.

"Uh!"

Zhu Zhuqing's face was filled with shock and disbelief. The Seven-Colored Giant Sword before her actually resonated intensely with her Hell Spirit Cat, which surprised her.

It was even stronger than the resonance she had felt when she first encountered Dai Mubai, as though they could perform martial soul fusion cultivation together.

She raised her eyes and saw a young man in white standing on the light sword.

Whoosh...

The young man leaped down from the light sword and landed before her.

"You saved me?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked, shocked and confused.

"Mm. You're safe now.

Zhu Zhuyun is yours to deal with. You can punish her a little, give her butt a smack.

If you don't, I'll do it for you.

Then we'll get out of here. Dai Weisi is coming with more pursuers soon!"

There was a faint smell of alcohol on him.

"Thank you!"

Zhu Zhuqing thanked him repeatedly. This young man was so handsome and so powerful that she found herself staring in a daze, her heartbeat quickening slightly.

"It's nothing. If you won't punish her, I will!"

Fang Fan took Zhu Zhuqing's hand and walked unsteadily toward the still-dazed Zhu Zhuyun. Smack! Smack! He gave her round butt two hard slaps.

"Ah..."

Zhu Zhuyun's scream pierced the heavens, her face turning as red as an apple.

He had been slightly drunk when he arrived and thought he was using Zhu Zhuqing's hand to hit her.

Why did it feel a little nice?

Then, he took Zhu Zhuqing and soared into the sky on his sword.

They traveled north along the western edge of the forest, crossed the border between the two nations, and stopped near Suotuo City.

All along the way, he held Zhu Zhuqing's hand tightly.

She did not struggle. Instead, she felt fortunate that he had come to her rescue, and she was deeply grateful.

"Feed me wine from now on!"

Fang Fan took out a flask of wine and stuffed it into Zhu Zhuqing's hands.

"Ah..."

Zhu Zhuqing accepted the wine flask instinctively. Was this guy really drunk or pretending? He had just smacked Zhu Zhuyun's butt, and now he was resting his head on her shoulder. He really acted like they had known each other forever.

"You're drunk, and you still want to drink?"

"Drink!"

Fang Fan lay in Zhu Zhuqing's arms. It was truly comfortable.

Zhu Zhuqing supported him with one hand and held the wine flask with the other. Why did it feel as if the responsibility on her shoulders had suddenly grown heavier?

She uncorked the flask and poured a mouthful of wine into Fang Fan's mouth.

"Ah... Wine fed by a beauty really is sweet!"

Fang Fan moaned in enjoyment. The wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach, crisp and refreshing at first, then sweet and lingering, leaving him wanting more.

The alcohol transformed into pure Soul Power that surged through his limbs and bones. A warm current flowed through his meridians, nourishing every inch of flesh and blood. The comfort was indescribable.

[You drank wine fed to you by Zhu Zhuqing. Drunkenness Value +10!]

Hearing the system notification, excitement welled up in his heart.

Fang Fan was a Blue Star native who had gone through nine years of compulsory education before stumbling into the luck of transmigrating to the Douluo Continent.

At six, he awakened Innate Full Soul Power and the Seven-Colored Light Sword martial soul.

At thirteen, he entered the realm of Soul King, reaching level fifty-three.

That same year, he bound the Drunken Sword Immortal System.

By drinking wine fed to him by beauties designated by the system, he could gain Drunkenness Value and increased Soul Power.

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