Chapter 66: On the Verge of Explosion

The atmosphere outside the secret realm was already extremely tense—anyone with eyes could see the surging dark clouds gathering over the mountain gate. The elder members of the Moon Hua Sect with deep experience knew this was the unmistakable sign of the Dual Moon Ancestor's rage.

Ling Shuo circulated his inner force, barreling through clusters of gossiping Moon Hua disciples like an arrow loosed from a bow, racing at full speed toward the sect gate.

He couldn't receive Ying Lingling's transmissions anymore, but as her bonded spirit beast companion, he could still sense her chaotic immortal energy—she was merely locked in fierce combat.

While running, the young master rifled through his storage ring for anything that could save his life or aid escape. Survival was paramount right now; against a monster like the Dual Moon Ancestor, even Frost Thousand Sword might not fully wound him.

The closer he got to those ominous clouds, the stronger his sense of impending death. Sixth Realm—even in Ling Jue Sect, that was elder-level power; crushing him would be effortless.

"Hey—you! Which elder's disciple are you? Daring to charge through here!" Ling Shuo had reached the boundary between inner and outer sect when another gate-guarding disciple rushed to block him.

"Out of my way!"

Cold light flashed in Ling Shuo's eyes; he elbowed the obstructing disciple unconscious. But in that single instant of delay, something plummeted from the sky!

The girl fell like a meteor—crashing a hole through a nearby palace roof—then continued unchecked, smashing straight toward Ling Shuo!

"It's Lingling!"

Ling Shuo reacted instantly, catching her with his body. The pair tumbled from the inner hall entrance all the way into the main hall—uprooting countless floor tiles.

*Cough! Cough cough!* No time to savor the soft fragrance in his arms—the golden-haired dragon girl spat a mouthful of blood onto Ling Shuo's hand.

"You pervert... you came." Seeing who caught her, Ying Lingling's pallid face regained some color. Though trying to maintain a trace of tsundere, the relief in her eyes at seeing her beloved in this moment was impossible to hide.

"Mm... Lingling."

Ling Shuo had never felt such heartache. He gently wiped the blood from her red lips—cold fury deepening in his gaze.

Not just coveting this young master's women—but daring injure Lingling. Dual Moon old dog—this young master will have your life!

*Cough...* "That old skeleton... is pretty strong." With the man's support, Ying Lingling stood—slowly stabilizing her inner force.

"Careful—he's here!"

At the dragon girl's shout, every hair on Ling Shuo's body stood on end.

Sure enough—the dark clouds already shrouded overhead. A withered, skeletal figure descended from the sky—dao robes whipping fiercely in the wind—slowly landing atop the palace roof Ying Lingling had damaged.

Nerves screamed in pain—if not for Dragon Yang Constitution, merely the pressure wind from this inner force could have injured Ling Shuo.

"Ancestor! It's him!!"

At that moment, another familiar face entered from outside—the blue-haired playboy princeling dragging the bound-handed, gagged Xi Yan. Spotting Ling Shuo, Luo Ba immediately bellowed!

"It's him who hijacked that lewd rabbit's carriage! And robbed the Western beauty I meant to offer you at the auction house! Everything—this fox-masked bastard's doing!"

Ling Shuo exhaled—looks like new and old grudges settled today.

The air stilled; the skeletal figure remained motionless.

"...Third Realm?"

Finally, the ancestor spoke—voice chillingly vicious.

"Who sent an ant like you to die?"

Each syllable gritted through teeth—like brewing infinite fury.

Third Realm? All his meticulous plotting—tricked by a mere Third Realm loose cultivator?

"This young master acts alone—Madam Xiao already freed."

"Want her? Step over this young master's corpse."

Ling Shuo drew a longsword from storage—coldly pointing at the elder above.

"But truth be told—Madam Xiao just mated with this young master. Tsk tsk—the fairy pussy you've craved so long? This young master's cock below enjoyed hundreds of thrusts—fucking Fairy Xiao until she cried 'husband'."

"Oh—and her yin essence? This young master fully enjoyed. Old impotent—you can practice that immortal body in your next life."

The young master stood legs spread, provocatively taunting—while calmly scanning surroundings for any surprise advantage.

"...Good... Good... Hahaha! Hahahahaha!!"

The old man laughed in extreme rage—true or not, Ling Shuo had thoroughly provoked him.

"This old man originally planned a quick death—but now? Castrate you into a eunuch first—then skin you to feed dogs."

He flipped his palm—a massive bronze mirror rising; transforming into a heaven-blocking blood moon—sealing this area from outside.

This way, Moon Chan Fairy's faction disciples and elders wouldn't know what truly happened. At this point, the Dual Moon Ancestor decided to trap Xi Yan in the realm too—using her to threaten Xi Chan into submission.

"Woo! Woo woo woo!" Hands bound behind, mouth gagged—Xi Yan struggled desperately; unwilling to watch her junior harmed.

"Hehehehe—Ancestor right! Killing him too easy. Those Western mother-daughter flowers—he might still have hidden. When found—you and I one each—see this trash's face hahahaha!!"

Luo Ba laughed arrogantly; Ling Shuo's gaze turned piercingly cold. No mercy left now—even blasting Moon Hua Sect in half with sect treasures—he'd never spare these two scum!

Eliza, Linda, Rou Rou, Mother, Ji Lian, Qian'er... These lovers were Ling Shuo's reverse scales. Luo Ba and Dual Moon Ancestor repeatedly threatening his women—Ling Shuo would repay a hundredfold!

"Hmph! Insolent juniors—daring resist!"

The Dual Moon Ancestor sensed Ling Shuo preparing something—immediately pressing his wrist. The heavenly moon spun—suddenly Ling Shuo felt天地颠倒; meridians reversing. His sure-strike sword veered—merely grazing the ancestor's waist.

Ying Lingling similarly—her full-power white jade sword easily parried. Only battle-hardened Yuyi reacted—midair twisting her downward slash into spinning cut; side-angle chopping ancestor's neck!

"It's working!" Ling Shuo's heart leaped to his throat. Yuyi was a rare humanoid immortal beast—strength far surpassing same-realm cultivators. This slash—even Sixth Realm would suffer heavily!

"Heh!"

The old man's white beard whipped wildly. He pinched a seal with downward palm—giant moon erupting terrifying blood light. Instantly inner force overflowed—shredding his upper dao robes!

"Ah!!" Ling Shuo and Ying Lingling blasted away. Highest-realm among trio—Yuyi lost stance; full of openings.

"Yuyi!"

Heels screeching deep grooves in tiles—Ying Lingling manifested dragon tail for balance; regaining center mid-flight. Then palms together—golden slit pupils; horns atop head. Golden scales covering forehead and sideburns.

"Heavenly Brilliance Manifest!"

Ying Lingling slammed palms to ground—instant golden beam descending from sky—directly atop Dual Moon Ancestor!

"Dragon clan immortal art."

The Dual Moon Ancestor raised a brow—abandoning Yuyi pursuit; palms upholding sky—forming barrier.

*Boom!*

The old monster tanked the strike solidly—barrier cracking but unharmed.

"It's not over!"

Ling Shuo stood—hurling one sword while drawing backup from storage; spinning to hurl at Dual Moon Ancestor again.

"Heavenly Fox Sword Art! Peach Shadow Fall!"

The two swords suddenly alive—trajectories defying physics; drifting unpredictably like falling cherry petals.

"Pitiful juniors—using woman's tricks."

The old monster laughed arrogantly—pinching seal; halting both swords before him.

*Cough!* Post-immortal art—Ying Lingling's slit pupils reverted; she spat blood—kneeling one knee temporarily drained.

From trio blasted to this sequence—mere two-three breaths. Yet against Sixth Realm chasm—powerless.

But fate undecided!

"Sister Yuyi!" Ling Shuo shouted to the mature sister—their final hope!

"Mm?" Dual Moon Ancestor realized—the azure-haired woman still hadn't landed.

"Die!"

Yuyi kicked one incoming flying sword—borrowing force to readjust stance; spinning body—hurling sword at even trickier angle!

"Futile!"

The elder waved robes—deflecting one sword; the other grazing his left cheek—leaving a bloody trail!

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