Choices Between Sectmates

With that, when the four Cangyu sects sought information about Falling Star Valley, they reported only a rough description of the cultivator surnamed Zhang. They never obtained his precise details.

No one at the Golden Core Realm, least of all Yu Rong, would have committed the man's details to memory.

Besides, killing intent had long since blinded Yu Rong. After slaughtering her way here, she had come to take killing enemies with ease for granted.

The last trace of caution she had felt was drowned beneath her swelling bloodlust. Only when the enemies before her became corpses falling one after another could she feel a sliver of pleasure.

That was why her forward lunge had been so swift.

She had been less than a hundred paces from Zhang. With him hurling his treasures at full strength, the two sides met in midair almost instantly.

Yu Rong reacted in a flash and retreated even faster than she had advanced, but she still could not completely evade the sudden attack.

She fled far from the explosion, yet while still airborne, she spat out mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of her organs.

Before throwing his treasures, Zhang had slapped a thick layer of talismans over himself with his other hand, quick as lightning. He swept up his junior martial sister from beside his feet and fled for his life.

Though he had prepared for this and left himself a little time, the blast still caught him. Shock waves knocked him to the ground several times, and the talismans on his body burst in a dazzling spray like fireworks.

He kept staggering forward, almost crawling. Throughout it all, he clutched his unconscious junior martial sister tightly to his chest, keeping his back turned toward the explosion.

When he collapsed at the feet of