Poor Wu Feng was putty in Lu Cheng's hands; Tang Ya's mortifying moment
With the arrival of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, the entire Sea of Consciousness was already tinged with a layer of dazzling pale gold. After all, it was Million-Year Soul Ring plus a super-sized power bank. Although most of its power was sealed during the sacrifice, the increase in Spiritual Power was simply exaggerated for Lu Cheng, who was at the Soul King level.
And it has one Soul Ring with four skills.
Spiritual Detection, Spiritual Sharing, Mental Interference, Soul Shock.
As a huge Blood Pupils in the sky slowly opened, an area nearly two thousand meters in diameter was completely exposed to Lu Cheng's perception, like a god's perspective, allowing him to clearly and slowly see every Soul Beast and the rhythm of every Life.
It's no different from perspective.
This kind of Spiritual Detection can even predict the opponent's next move and track their movements, and this "perception" is perfectly suited for archers.
It truly lives up to its reputation as Million-Year Soul Ring. Although Tian Meng is often criticized as the weakest million-year Soul Beast, the value of this oversized power bank is undeniable.
"Ouch, I fainted! Young Master, are you alright?!" Wu Feng, who was standing to the side, stood up unsteadily, rubbing his dizzy head. He glanced at Ning Tian lying on the ground and called out anxiously.
"It's nothing... We encountered a spirit-type Soul Beast, and you were all knocked unconscious." Lu Cheng squatted down next to Ning Tian, pretending to touch his wrist to feel the strong pulse, and explained with a smile to Wu Feng was looking on with worry.
"So that's how it is... Hmph!" Wu Feng a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and then realized that he was very close to Lu Cheng's unbelievably handsome face. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hehe..." Lu Cheng chuckled as he sized up the girl.
The latter's earlobes were also faintly red.
Is it really lace?
I don't believe it.
"You like her?" Lu Cheng asked leisurely.
"Who, who said that?!" Wu Feng jumped up like a small animal whose tail had been stepped on, his face flushed red, staring at Lu Cheng with anger and guilt.
"You don't even have the courage to admit it? I overestimated you." Lu Cheng quietly sized up Wu Feng, then shook his head with a smile.
"You..." Wu Feng gritted her teeth, her fair fists clenched, wishing she could punch this despicable guy in the face hard, which would completely tear open the stubborn and painful scars in her heart.
She liked Ning Tian, but this was not accepted or recognized by the world. The young master was also focused on finding a powerful "male" Soul Master as a partner, and completely ignored her. She hated countless times that she was not a boy, otherwise she would have had no chance at all.
"Why do you like her?" Lu Cheng didn't care at all; his warm smile was like a devil's as he continued to reopen the girl's wounds.
"She is my young master. We grew up together and are like sisters..." Wu Feng stared coldly at Lu Cheng, but as if by magic, she still spoke up to explain.
"So you want to spend the rest of your life with her, longing for each other?" Lu Cheng stroked his chin and concluded.
"Hmm." Wu Feng nodded quietly.
"Nothing... other feelings? Like taking things further or something." Lu Cheng smiled with an unusually gossipy air.
"No! What are you thinking!" Wu Feng said, both embarrassed and angry.
"I'm thinking, silly girl... you might have misunderstood something. What you two have isn't love, it's friendship... or best friends," Lu Cheng said with a smile.
Of course, this friendship has changed somewhat, but it doesn't involve love yet.
Wu Feng: "..."
She suddenly felt like her worldview was crumbling.
On the other side.
Tang Ya waved her palm, and a cold light flashed as several Hidden Weapon grazed the belly of the nine-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake, splattering blood everywhere.
The latter, in pain, twisted its body and attacked again.
Tang Ya's pretty face turned solemn, her steps unsteady as she used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to narrowly evade the opponent's attack.
"Blue Silver Entanglement!"
With a delicate shout, several thick Blue Silver Grass suddenly surged from the ground, tightly binding the Mandala Snake.
She lunged forward, several more Hidden Weapon clutched in her palms. Her eyes were filled with joy; one more strike and she could hunt down this Mandala Snake!
But in the next instant, something unexpected happened.
An even larger figure appeared behind them, its shadow casting a shadow that also carried a sense of oppression.
Tang Ya's pupils contracted sharply. Before she could even turn around, she tried to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape, but her body was suddenly whipped away by a huge snake tail. Like a tattered sack, she crashed through a tree trunk and fell to the ground, hanging on a branch.
"Pfft~"
Tang Ya coughed violently, her body slumped limply, her abdomen pressed against the hard tree trunk, her pretty face instantly drained of color, and a sharp pain swept through her entire body.
His internal organs seemed to have been shattered, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his red lips even more crimson.
Only then did she finally see the other person's face clearly.
It is a Mandala Snake that is at least two thousand years old.
Its body, nearly ten meters tall, was covered in solid and hard scales. It perched beneath an ancient tree, its cold, vertical pupils scrutinizing her.
Even if it were Bei Bei, she would probably have a hard time dealing with this Mandala Snake...
Am I going to die?
Tang Ya opened her mouth, her eyes gradually becoming dejected.
At the age of eleven, her entire family was wiped out. Overnight, the once pampered junior sister became all alone and had to shoulder the burden that her father always talked about: to revitalize the Tang Sect and avenge her parents and the Tang Sect.
These burdens, like obsessions, weighed down on her, a delicate young girl, making it hard for her to breathe.
Carrying a heavy burden, she knew her strength was insufficient, so she cultivated desperately. She also knew she lacked the ability and means to rise up the Tang Sect, so she clumsily and even humbly made friends, trying to use Tang Sect techniques and Tang Sect Hidden Weapons as conditions to attract talents from the Shrek Academy to join the Tang Sect.
But it didn't work...
The Tang Sect's martial arts techniques are no longer those from ten thousand years ago.
The so-called Tang Clan's Tang Sect Secret Arts have long lost their allure, not to mention the long-declined Hidden Weapon. The Godly Zhuge Crossbow was long ago destroyed by the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool, and the top-ranked Torrential Pear Blossom Needles and Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus have also lost their blueprints.
The Tang Sect that has been passed down to us today is nothing but an empty shell, merely wearing the outer garments of the Tang Sect. It appears glorious on the surface, but in reality, it has long been an empty shell.
She, the so-called leader of the Tang Sect, could only look on with envy at the other sects that had stood for tens of thousands of years.
"Father, I can't do it..."
Tang Ya bit her red lips, trying her best not to let the tears fall.
But tears gradually filled her beautiful phoenix eyes, falling drop by drop. The girl's arms slowly drooped down, and she closed her eyes with a heart ashen, like a flower about to wither.
"Hiss~"
The Mandala Snake below suddenly flicked its tongue, its vertical pupils cold and dark as it eyed the delicious meal it was about to obtain. With a flick of its tail, it crushed the tree trunk.
Tang Ya's figure lost its support and fell into the gaping maw below.
Is it heaven?
Tang Ya suddenly felt a warm embrace, and everything around her seemed to soften.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl slowly opened her eyes.
But gradually, he looked into the distance in astonishment.
The Mandala Snake crashed to the ground, and before it stood an impossibly handsome young man...
She was nestled in his arms, looking completely content.
(comic version)