Chapter 1277 - 622: Senile Dementia_3

Chen Xuantian was speechless.

Lingxu cursed furiously,

"Xiao Si! Hand that egg over to me!! Or I’ll beat your ass!"

"I don’t waaaant!!"

The Dragon howled and cried, crying like a storm, clutching that little temple in its arms in a death grip, refusing to let go,

"I don’t want to! I want to find my master! I want to find my senior brothers! I want to bring everyone back!!"

"Mad, you idiot!!!!"

Lingxu let out a long roar, raised his voice and sent out a surge of Refining. Nether Spring Sword rose, blood blossomed across the sky, cleaving straight through the mountain ridge, splitting the blood lake, and chopped one of the Dragon’s arms clean off.

"Awwww—! It hurts! It hurts so much! Master, Master! Senior brother is hitting me!"

For a moment Lingxu’s sword energy swept wildly. Waves of sword energy surged over, hacking that mountain-sized giant Dragon until its flesh split and skin burst, hacked into pieces, blood gushing madly, rotting apart like mountains collapsing and floodwaters bursting.

Chen Xuantian stood to the side watching this Supreme Dao Inner Sect domestic abuse, and couldn’t quite bear to look.

It was obvious Xuan Du’s condition was really bad right now, actually completely unable to fight back, only curling his body up to shield the egg in his arms. He really did look senile, as if he had completely lost his Divine Soul.

But Lingxu actually went soft too, still unwilling to draw his sword. Can’t bring himself to make a move on his little junior...

Forget it, better he be the bad guy. End this fast before anything else goes wrong.

So Chen Xuantian focused his mind, guided the Ruyi Sword Technique, gathered his power at the tip of his right finger, and flicked that red-leaf-like sword tip...

However, a hand grabbed Chen Xuantian’s wrist.

It was Xuan Du.

It was that same old man Xuan Du that Tie Dan and Huangfu Yi had both seen back then.

Only now he was covered in blood, face a mess of shredded meat, his guts still hanging off him, looking like he’d just gone for a swim in tomato meat sauce, panting hard.

"Hold up, senior brother, what are you hitting so hard for, you damn near killed me!"

Lingxu raised an eyebrow,

"If I don’t hit you hard, would you have rushed back? The house was about to get robbed! Where the hell did you go?"

The old man sighed,

"Ah, only Heaven knows. A bunch of old enemies somehow all got together.

I was wondering what the hell was going on—just for a sword, how could so many people show up.

Oh. Turns out, after all that, they were here to steal my egg."

Chen Xuantian was stunned. What the hell...

He only heard Lingxu say coldly,

"They tangled me up over there too. They’ve schemed their guts out trying to screw up our plan. Forget it, today’s the big day. Let’s move."

Xuan Du was overjoyed at that, wiped a handful of meat sauce off his face, grinned and chuckled,

"So it’s today? I’ve been waiting so damn long. I was afraid I’d accidentally die before this. Senior brother, you finally made up your mind.

But who the hell are they, to actually hold you up? And what’s with this avatar of yours? Why hasn’t it let go yet?"

"No matter, just a few from the Divine Sect. That petty Blood God Main Body can’t do anything to me.

Hmph, and that Zheng guy too—堂堂 a sect Supreme, and he actually lets some cheap little tricks rope him in so easily. He’s completely disgraced the Divine Lord."

Lingxu snorted coldly, one tentacle coiling out, sliding the sword sheath over Chen Xuantian’s right hand and sealing away the Divine Weapon.

"As for this guy, you don’t need to worry. I’ll keep a shard of mind on him and pin him down. He can’t stir up any big waves.

You take the chance and move fast. Stall any longer and the next few waves of people will enter the Array."

"Alright!"

Then Thunder Light flashed, Master Xuandu slipped into the temple; and that Dragon also blinked, then swallowed the battered little temple—in its arms and squeezed into a ball of dirt—in one gulp. Then, in the span of a few breaths, it sucked in all the mirages in the sky, and began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wounds carved open by sword energy earlier directly grew even thicker bone armor, as if those several-zhang-deep sword marks just now weren’t even worth mentioning.

Chen Xuantian understood, Chen Xuantian was baffled, Chen Xuantian was like, what the fuck.

"You fucking acted that whole thing out for me just now!?"

Lingxu chuckled,

"Heh, those who accomplish great things don’t fuss over trifles. All that timid dithering—how are you going to get anything done? If you’d just come up and chopped him with one sword, wouldn’t it all be over? Who told you to stand there watching and do nothing?

What, feeling soft-hearted? You pity him? Or pity me? Fine then, you’re so soft-hearted, have some pity on us and let us finish our business."

Chen Xuantian was shocked,

"No, wait! What do you mean? You’re trying to save your master too?"

Lingxu Hehaha’d,

"Save my master? Hehe, hehehehehahaha! Save him, why wouldn’t I! He’s my master after all! The kindness of raising me, the bond of master and disciple—I’ve got to pay it back, don’t I! Hahaha!"

Chen Xuantian was utterly speechless,

"No, I don’t get it! Didn’t you say Thunder Ancestor merged with the Great Dao with his body to resist the Heavenly Demon, defended the Taiji World, and bought you time to run?!"

Lingxu snorted coldly,

"Hmph, you lot set up layer after layer of this Heaven and Earth Net, even planted spies in my head. How could I not hold something back? But at this point I can’t be bothered to pretend anymore. Let’s just lay the cards on the table.

To put it bluntly there’s nothing that mysterious. With these ten years, my Cloud Platform Void is already built; it can take off right now!

But I figured we should be cautious. Forcing our way out of Taiji Realm blindly would be too risky. Maybe the Cloud Platform still has Weaknesses, maybe there are parts that can be further optimized.

So I simply teamed up with Xiao Si, to bring my master, Thunder Ancestor, down into the world, and undo this Supreme Tribulation Thunder guarding Taiji Realm.

Anyway, Jiuxiao already drew the Heavenly Demon’s attention back then, even Yellow Heaven has manifested. All the other big and small freaks will come sooner or later—doesn’t really matter if it’s a few years earlier or later.

So we simply scrap the protection and let the Demons descend en masse, besiege the Cloud Platform! As long as we can withstand the invasion of all those Demons, there’ll be no problem roaming the Void in the future!

Mm, and if there is a problem, we’ll just patch it up again."

Chen Xuantian really went, what the fuck.

"No, you let all the Demons descend—what about everyone else?"

Lingxu also sounded helpless,

"How many times have I said this, how do you still not get it?

Everyone else—what the hell does that have to do with me?"

Then the Dragon Head leaned over and turned into Xuan Du’s old face.

Xuan Du: "Senior brother, what are you muttering to yourself about over there? Getting senile or what?"

Lingxu: "Get lost! Get to work, I’ll be your protector!"

Xuan Du: "Mhm, mhm, haven’t seen Master in so long, I kinda miss him... Roooar—!"

A single long cry from the True Dragon, and the winds and clouds gathered, Thunder Clouds for ten thousand miles, blanketing the sky.

The Heavenly Tribulation was about to descend.