Chapter 137 You overestimate yourself, Zhao Wuji, die!
Zhao Wuji was stunned. The fiery behemoth before him was tens of meters tall, its blazing flames filling him with terror.
The sky was dyed crimson, as if divine blood had been spilled upon the mortal realm, and the Great Dao was weeping.
"Damn it..."
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, desperately trying to withstand the fiery behemoth's attacks.
Each of its attacks was accompanied by a sonic boom, making his eardrums vibrate.
Jiang Nian stood in the void, quietly watching Zhao Wuji fight below, and raised his hand, returning to his Heavenly Dao Umbrella.
The soul ring beneath his feet slowly rotated, and his aura suddenly changed.
"Xiao Xue, let's go together."
"Yes!"
Qian Renxue gripped the Angel Sword, her entire body radiating dazzling golden light. She knew she had a chance to severely injure Zhao Wuji, and she had to give it her all!
"Sixth Soul Skill, Time Stop."
A mysterious halo suddenly spread around Jiang Nian. Within the domain, all living beings would be affected by time.
The wind subsided, and the flowers and grass stopped swaying.
Zhao Wuji's body froze completely. His fear was amplified infinitely; he could do nothing but watch helplessly as he was attacked.
Bang!
As the fiery beast's fist and golden sword energy struck him, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Zhao Wuji slammed heavily to the ground, rolling several times, his ribs cracking.
As the momentum dissipated, he swallowed a mouthful of blood, his aura weak and utterly disheveled.
Looking down, he saw that one of his hands was useless.
"Bastards! You forced me to this!"
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
Zhao Wuji's rage was fully ignited. The phantom of the Mighty Vajra Bear attached itself to his body, and his strength exploded.
Jiang Nian watched the enraged man with indifference, deciding to give him a good run for his money.
In his Martial Soul True Body state, forcibly breaking through his defenses would require a significant waste of soul power.
The two weren't in a hurry, continuing their kiting maneuver, knowing escape was impossible anyway.
Qian Renxue instantly understood Jiang Nian's intention, continuing her struggle with Zhao Wuji.
"Damn it! Why can't I even touch them?!"
"If this continues, I'll die sooner or later..."
Zhao Wuji wiped the blood from his mouth. Being able to use only one hand was a significant weakening of his fighting ability. He couldn't defeat them before, let alone now.
No!
He had to find a chance to escape, or he'd die here sooner or later!
Jiang Nian's calm eyes watched Zhao Wuji's changing expression, lazily fiddling with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella in his hand, the black wings on his back occasionally flapping.
Finally, he decided to take advantage of the moment when Qian Renxue used her soul skill to quickly apply gravity to the two of them.
This time, he didn't dare utter a word, only wanting to escape as quickly as possible.
"Xiao Jiang!"
"Don't rush."
Jiang Nian's pupils turned silver, the surrounding space rippled, and the Heavenly Umbrella detached from his hand, standing silently.
Zhao Wuji looked back curiously, not understanding why the two had stopped chasing him.
Logically speaking, they could both fly and easily catch up, right?
Was it because they had run out of soul power?
He couldn't figure it out, but this was his best chance to escape!
From now on, he would never complain again.
Zhao Wuji looked at his left hand with heartache, his resentment intensifying.
One hundred meters, two hundred meters...
He felt himself getting further and further away from the two.
Woohoo!
It was the air of freedom!
"No matter how far you run, I can see you."
"Heavenly Hand Power."
Whoosh!
Jiang Nian suddenly appeared in the spot where Zhao Wuji had just been, while he himself was swapped back.
A moment later.
A tree branch fell at Jiang Nian's feet without making a sound.
"No...impossible! I...why am I here?!" Zhao Wuji looked down in disbelief at the golden sword piercing his chest. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood flowed uncontrollably.
His eyes were glazed, staring blankly at the cold, blonde girl before him.
Her eyes held no mockery or excitement, only a faint indifference.
It was as if killing him was as simple as stepping on an ant on the roadside.
Zhao Wuji collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing.
Then, he struggled to his feet, attempting to escape again.
Unfortunately, his legs felt like lead, and he staggered, unable to control his direction.
Jiang Nian stood about ten meters above him, looking down calmly, and silently took out a manual, finally crossing Zhao Wuji's name off.
With that, Qian Renxue's mission was completely complete.
"Heh... He actually... He actually got defeated by two juniors..."
"But even if I die!"
"I'll drag you all down with me!"
Qian Renxue's pupils shrank, instantly understanding what this guy was going to do.
Zhao Wuji's body rapidly turned red, as if he was about to explode.
She was less than three meters away from him and could easily be injured by the self-destruction!
"Hahaha! Die with me!"
Zhao Wuji roared to the sky, but in the last second before he regained consciousness, he found a tree branch under his feet.
He snapped it with a crack.
Looking up, he saw the boy with flowing hair holding the girl in his arms, looking at him expressionlessly.
Bang!
The damage from a Soul Saint's self-destruction was not low; even a Soul Douluo wouldn't dare to take it head-on.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Jiang Nian's speed.
His use of spatial power was already comparable to that of a Title Douluo.
The shockwave blew towards the two of them. Jiang Nian watched the art of the explosion, while Qian Renxue's heart pounded as she looked at the boy holding her.
Her eyes were glazed, her pretty face flushed.
Perhaps at this moment, she had already decided on the name of her third child.
The aftershocks of the explosion subsided.
Jiang Nian looked at the barren ground within a hundred meters; there was no trace of Zhao Wuji's hero fragments.
Landing with the little golden retriever, the girl seemed stunned, staring wide-eyed at him.
"Turn on."
He flicked her head, and Qian Renxue snapped back to reality, instantly puffing out her cheeks and glaring fiercely at him with her large eyes.
"Hmph! What are you doing, disturbing my thoughts?"
"Put you down?"
Hearing this, she instantly bristled, pinching Jiang Nian's cheek with her fingers.
"Can't you hold me a little longer?!"
"My legs are injured; I can't walk!"
Jiang Nian looked at the panting little golden retriever and released her.
Thud~
Her round bottom hit the ground, the impact making Qian Renxue's eyes glisten with tears.
"How dare you!"
"Xiao Jiang, you've changed."
"You've become a little unfamiliar to me."
Jiang Nian ignored her words, squatted down, and pulled up her trouser leg, looking at her slender, fair legs.
After a few glances, he took off her shoes.
White with a rosy tint, delicate and exquisite.
Hmm?
She doesn't seem injured. How can this be treated?
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