War God's Revenge

Zhu Huang brought Bai Ziyuv and Dongfang Jing to hide here.    

"There seems to be no sound from outside?"    

After a long moment, Dongfang Jing spoke in a hushed tone.    

The three of them had been hiding here for at least half a day.    

Even the unconscious Bai Ziyuv had already woken up slightly. She had lost a lot of blood, and her entire body was dispirited. She could faint again at any moment.    

"Shh."    

Zhu Huang made a silencing gesture and shook her head. "The smell of blood is getting thicker and thicker. He's still killing people!"    

Dongfang Jing immediately didn't dare to make a sound.    

Time passed slowly.    

At this moment, the three of them felt as if they were living a year. Every minute and every second made them feel extremely nervous, even desperate.    

He was afraid that Zhao Shuo would suddenly slash at him!    

However, the more afraid they were, the easier it was for them to encounter something.    

Buzz, buzz, buzz …    

There was a ripple in the air.    

Zhu Huang was the first to notice.    

His facial expression changed drastically!    

"He's here!"    

Zhu Huang warned her immediately.    

Before Dongfang Jing and the incomparably weak Bai Ziyuv could even react to his words, the minute movements they made were like firecrackers exploding beside their ears.    

It shook one's eardrums!    

At the same time, the sealed stone door began to shatter from the top half, as if it had received some sort of attack!    

The voices of the outside world instantly drifted in.    

Previously, it was because of the sound isolation effect that the sounds outside could not be heard clearly.    

Wailing, screaming, and despairing voices continued to resound.    

However, it was obvious that it had become much weaker.    

It was as if the voices of hundreds of people had been there before, but now, there were only a few voices.    

"So you were hiding here …"    

Suddenly, Zhao Shuo's sinister voice sounded.    

It was clearly transmitted to the ears of Zhu Huang and Bai Ziyuv.    

"Jing Er, take your big sister Bai and run!"    

The moment Zhao Shuo's voice fell, Zhu Huang had already hastily shouted at Dongfang Jing.    

As for herself.    

He charged straight at Zhao Shuo!    

He was prepared to use his own life to buy some time!    

"Master!"    

"Zhu Huang!"    

Dongfang Jing and Bai Ziyuv cried out in alarm at the same time.    

As for Zhao Shuo.    

He stroked his beard with one hand and wielded his sword with the other. He stared at Zhu Huang who was attacking and said with a smile, "Your spirit is commendable, but you have misjudged your strength."    

"I'm not the Zhang Lingfang whose cultivation has been crippled. I, who has the strength of a Tenth Phase Ancient Martial Cultivator, combined with the Ancestral Sword, no one in this world can be a match for me!"    

With that, he gently waved the Ancestral Sword in his hand.    

In Zhao Shuo's eyes, a Stage Ten Ancient Martial Cultivator like Zhu Huang was basically like an ant in the eyes of an elephant, not even worth mentioning!    

Buzz! Buzz!    

Zhu Huang, who was rushing forward, moved the moment Zhao Shuo swung the Ancestral Sword.    

He felt as if he had been immobilized, as if his entire body had sunk into a quagmire. He was unable to move at all!    

"This is bad!"    

Zhu Huang was stunned on the spot.    

His heart was filled with endless bitterness.    

So it turned out that she had overestimated herself. Not to mention a single sword strike, she couldn't even defend against the opponent's attack!    

Only now did she remember that the person who used the Ancestral Sword was Zhao Shuo!    

It wasn't Zhang Lingfang, who had been crippled before.    

And even Zhang Lingfang, who had his cultivation crippled, would find it difficult to stop a casual sword strike from the Ancestral Sword even with a stage ten Ancient Martial Cultivator like Bai Ziyuv, who had the means to protect her life!    

Not to mention that Zhao Shuo, who was at his peak state, could no longer defend against the Ancestral Sword!    

Even if Zhu Huang had the means to protect herself, in Zhao Shuo's eyes, she was not even as strong as a piece of white paper!    

"Let's die together. None of us will be able to escape."    

A calm voice came out of Zhao Shuo's mouth, "If I kill all of you, this North Sky Pavilion, and this northern border, will belong to me alone!"    

When he said these words, Zhao Shuo's eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were bloodshot.    

Others might not be able to tell, but for Zhu Huang and Bai Ziyuv who often killed, they were very familiar with Zhao Shuo's current condition.    

This was a sign of going berserk after killing too many people.    

Moreover, it was the kind of thing that he couldn't reverse and couldn't detect!    

Such a person was the most terrifying.    

All living beings within the eye's sight would be killed, and not a single one would be left alive!    

"Am I going to die..."    

Zhu Huang's heart sank as she closed her eyes with difficulty.    

He was getting tired.    

She was not afraid of death, only too regretful.    

He didn't expect to die in such a manner.    

As for regret, it was naturally the failure to see that person, the 'god' in her heart, in the last moments of her life. It was also the 'god' that she had always followed and only followed.    

This person was Ye Tian!    

"Ye, Mr. Ye …"    

A low mutter suddenly came out of Huang Bai Ziyuv's mouth. It came out of her mouth in a weak voice.    

With a trace of confusion and subconscious.    

It was like nonsense on the verge of death.    

Dongfang Jing stared straight at Zhao Shuo. She had already completely given up hope and completely accepted that Zhao Shuo's Ancestral Sword would be able to kill her. However, her eyes suddenly lit up!    

At the same time, in his black pupils, besides Zhao Shuo's figure, there was another person's shadow!    

Ye Tian!    

It was Ye Tian!    

It was unknown when, but a figure appeared in front of Zhao Shuo, standing straight and blocking in front of Zhu Huang.    

But soon.    

Dongfang Jing came back to her senses and shouted loudly, "Mr. Ye, be careful of the sword in his hand!"    

This was the Ancestral Sword!    

Its power was so great that it could destroy the heavens and the earth. Even now, no one was a match for this sword's one move!    

No one!    

Everyone, even the martial artists that had gathered had been instantly killed by the sword!    

However, it was surprisingly quiet.    

Even the terrifying sword aura pressure seemed to have dissipated, revealing a peaceful aura.    

Upon hearing Dongfang Jing's voice, Zhu Huang abruptly opened her eyes.    

What followed was the figure that she wanted to see the most when she accepted her death.    

He actually saw it today!    

Furthermore... It was absolutely not an illusion!    

"Ye, Mr. Ye …"    

Zhu Huang muttered to herself. Her eyes were rimmed red, revealing her rare expression, like a child who had been injured and had just seen her own brother. All her grievances erupted at once.    

Ye Tian's voice also slowly came out, "You three hide well, leave the rest to me."    

"En!"    

Zhu Huang nodded her head heavily.    

Without saying anything else, that wordless trust and tacit understanding made her quickly turn around and return to Bai Ziyuv and Dongfang Jing's side.    

In her heart, Ye Tian was a 'god'. Even if he was just an ordinary person, he was still an invincible existence!    

With Ye Tian, even if the sky falls, nothing will happen!    

This was faith!    

Not only her, Bai Ziyuv was the same as well. Everyone who followed Ye Tian was the same!