Chapter 13 Qian Renxue: My Master Has Lived for Tens of Thousands of Years?!
Tang San stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and slowly said:
"Look closely, that angelic holy sword is suppressing an extremely large evil energy."
"This shows that the power of this sword is extremely strong. If it falls into the hands of a person with evil intentions, it will surely bring great disaster to the entire continent."
"Only when it is in the hands of righteous people can the Holy Sword of Angels truly benefit the continent."
"Qian Yuhan in the picture is single-mindedly focused on becoming a god. She is blinded by desire and may have already been corrupted by evil. If she becomes a god, she will surely be an evil god!"
"Therefore, Senior Poseidon's intervention to stop her was for the sake of all living beings, and it was a truly righteous act!"
Tang San's words were righteous, eloquent, and impassioned.
He concluded by saying:
"Therefore, a divine artifact like the Angelic Holy Sword should not be in the hands of a wicked force like the Spirit Hall, much less in the hands of that woman, Qian Renxue!"
"It should belong to Shrek Academy, to the side of justice!"
Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly, her big eyes filled with admiration.
"My brother is absolutely right!"
Oscar, Dai Mubai, and others echoed this sentiment, agreeing that Tang San's analysis was absolutely correct.
Only Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly. She neither agreed nor disagreed with Tang San's explanation, but was more interested in another matter.
She parted her lips slightly and asked:
"But who exactly is this man named Lu Ming?"
"What is it about him that makes someone like the first Angel God, Qian Yuhan, so infatuated with him?"
Ma Hongjun, who was listening nearby, spoke up with a sour tone, full of jealousy.
"Yeah! Why should we?"
"Lu Ming already has a stunningly beautiful woman with flowing silver hair by his side, and now he's been favored by the first generation of the Angel God!"
"Although I don't know who that silver-haired woman is, just by looking at the phantom in the sky, I know that she is incredibly beautiful and powerful."
"That Lu Ming, with women on both sides, it's enough to make anyone's teeth itch with envy!"
Just as everyone was discussing this, Yu Xiaogang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
His voice carried a hint of solemnity and shock.
"Didn't you... notice?"
"The person who appeared out of nowhere on the Sun Moon Continent and killed the 700,000-year-old soul beast, the Evil Eye Tyrant, with a single palm strike..."
"It's this Lu Ming!"
boom!
Yu Xiaogang's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's minds.
The Shrek students' eyes widened instantly, their faces filled with shock.
"What?!"
"Master, are you telling the truth?!"
"It seems...it really is him! That white robe, that aura, it's exactly the same!"
"My God! This Lu Ming is actually a figure who existed tens of thousands of years ago?"
"He not only knew the first angel god and the sea god, but he's still alive today?!"
Just how terrifying is his strength?
For a moment, the only sound inside the tent was gasping for breath.
The name Lu Ming instantly became incredibly mysterious and heavy in their hearts.
...
at the same time.
On the city tower of Jialing Pass, the Martial Soul Empire stood.
Pope Bibidon, dressed in a magnificent purple-gold gown, sat regally on her throne, exuding an aura of supreme dominance.
She gracefully crossed her long, slender legs, encased in black spiderweb stockings, and wore exquisite purple high heels on her jade-like feet, exuding a mature yet dangerous charm.
Her gaze fell upon the sky, a hint of curiosity flashing in her purple eyes.
"Angelic Holy Sword? Does it gather the power of human faith to become a god?"
Bibi Dong's red lips curled into a playful smile.
The path to godhood she took was completely different from this one.
It's neither like Qian Renxue and Tang San, who inherited their divine positions step by step, nor like Qian Yuhan, who rallied faith and created his own divine position.
Her position as a Rakshasa deity was something she forcibly seized from slaughter and conspiracy, step by step, through her own wisdom and strength.
The process was far more arduous than most people could imagine.
Beside her, Qian Renxue wore golden soft armor that perfectly accentuated her figure.
When she saw her ancestor Qian Yuhan being ambushed and severely injured by Poseidon, her beautiful golden eyes instantly ignited with rage, and her jade-like hands involuntarily tightened their grip on the sword hilt.
"Our ancestors are in danger!"
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her voice cold and clear.
"This Poseidon, the sea god, is utterly hypocritical! Just like Tang San, they're both despicable villains who only know how to use underhanded tricks!"
Her disgust for the Sea God and Tang San deepened even further.
However, the next moment, when the scene on the sky shifted and the two figures who had saved Qian Yuhan appeared, Qian Renxue froze completely.
She saw it.
She saw a familiar figure that she would never forget.
That man in white, with an extraordinary air and handsome features...
Qian Renxue's golden pupils suddenly contracted, her delicate body trembled violently, and she subconsciously stood up from her seat.
Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with shock.
because...
Above the heavens, there was the mysterious and powerful figure who saved the first Angel God and was deeply loved by him...
It was actually her master, Lu Ming!
"That...that's not..."
Even Pope Bibidon, who was always calm and composed, and whose expression remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, suddenly rose from his throne in a moment of panic.
Her incredibly long legs, encased in black spiderweb silk, were taut and straight, outlining a breathtaking curve. Her beautiful purple eyes were fixed on the sky, and her voice trembled slightly.
"Qian Renxue, isn't that your master, Lu Ming?!"
Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled violently.
She nodded, her voice barely audible, yet clearly reaching Bibi Dong's ears.
"Yes... he is indeed my master."
It's more than just knowing each other.
Her master's appearance, his every smile and frown, his indifferent yet all-knowing gaze, had long been etched into the depths of her soul like the most profound imprint.
She will never forget it in this lifetime, no, even for eternity.
But...
How is this possible?!
The immense impact left Qian Renxue's mind blank. Beneath her golden soft armor, her curvaceous body trembled slightly, and her long, straight legs felt weak, making it almost impossible for her to stand.
"My master... actually appeared in a scene from 20,000 years ago?"
She murmured to herself, her golden eyes filled with confusion and shock.
"Doesn't that mean... he... he's lived for 20,000 years?"
The moment this thought arose, it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a tidal wave in her heart.
Bibi Dong was also deeply shaken. She slowly sat back on her throne, but changed the position of her crossed legs, revealing her inner turmoil.
She looked at the peerless figure in white against the sky, her tone complex.
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