950: Chapter 951 Big Brother?!

"Farewell!"

Ye Wushang dared not delay any longer. The remaining power in his body erupted, transforming into a mournful black Escape Light.

Carrying billowing evil energy, it instantly tore through the sky, shooting like a bolt of lightning toward the direction of the distant fierce battle, disappearing at the edge of the horizon in the blink of an eye.

On the ruins, only Yao Delong, Qiong Shuang, and Old Black Mu remained.

Once Ye Wushang's Escape Light had completely vanished, Old Black Mu's "loyal and reliable" expression instantly collapsed.

Replaced by a fawning smile, he rubbed his hands together and approached Yao Delong's side.

Lowering his voice, he spoke with utter sycophancy:

"Hehehe... Master! Those few punches of yours just now were simply like a Heavenly God descending to the mortal realm!

You beat that Xin Yingying until her Face turned pale! That old Devil Head Zhu Wuneng didn't even dare to fart before running away!

It was so satisfying! Little Black's admiration for you is like the surging Blood Sea..."

Yao Delong waved his hand dismissively, interrupting Old Black Mu's endless flattery.

The water mist shrouding his Face shifted slightly, as if he were rolling his eyes.

"Enough nonsense. Guard your city well."

His gaze, however, passed over Old Black Mu and landed on Qiong Shuang, who was currently studying him with her emerald Dragon pupils, filled with scrutiny and curiosity.

Qiong Shuang had transformed into human form, her emerald Dragon pupils crystal clear. At this moment, she was staring intently at Yao Delong.

That gaze was full of inquiry, confusion, and a trace of imperceptible familiarity.

Old Black Mu's whispered, fawning "Master" from just now had entered her keen Dragon ears like a tiny electric current!

Master? This unfathomable, grey-robed mysterious person who forced back Xin Yingying and Zhu Wuneng... was Old Black Mu's master?

Old Black Mu's master... Could it be...?

Qiong Shuang's delicate body suddenly trembled!

An incredible thought that made her heart race wildly pierced through the fog like a bolt of lightning!

"Big Brother?!" Qiong Shuang cried out in shock, her voice trembling with disbelief.

She didn't care about the poise of a powerful expert at all, her figure turning into a streak of emerald light.

She instantly rushed in front of Yao Delong, looking up with her beautiful Face filled with shock and suspicion.

Her emerald Dragon pupils stared fixedly at the blurry water mist, trying to penetrate the disguise!

"Is it really you?!"

Looking at the small Face full of shock and urgency before him, the water mist shrouding Yao Delong's Face silently faded away like melting snow.

A handsome Face, though slightly adjusted by the Thousand Mechanisms Formless Art, still retained its familiar contours and that signature playful smile.

It appeared clearly before Qiong Shuang and the dumbfounded Old Black Mu.

"Hahaha!"

Yao Delong laughed heartily, his laughter filled with gratification and the joy of reunion. He raised his hand.

Very naturally and affectionately, he rubbed Qiong Shuang's smooth, full forehead, just as he had done countless times when they were younger.

"Qiong Shuang, your reaction is a bit slow. You're only recognizing me now? And here I was, leaving such good Medicinal Pills for you."

This familiar action, this familiar tone, this familiar aura!

Qiong Shuang's last shred of doubt vanished into thin air!

"Hmph!"

Qiong Shuang swatted Yao Delong's hand away, her cheeks flushing slightly, but her emerald eyes were brimming with the joy of reunion.

She gave a light huff and said coquettishly:

"You still have the nerve to say that! Last time at the Demon Summoning Abyss, you left me there all by myself without even saying a word!

After my Breakthrough, I couldn't even find a trace of you! Do you know how much I..."

Her voice trailed off, as if she felt it would lose her too much Face to say she was "worried about him," and she quickly changed the subject.

"I originally planned to play for a few days and then head straight back to the Yin Yang Sect. Who knew that as soon as I came out, I'd run into those lunatics from the Sun Moon Divine Cult in an all-out war with the Nine Nether Sect? Everything is a mess!"

Yao Delong withdrew his hand, the smile in his eyes undiminished, carrying a hint of apology:

"It was my fault. I had urgent matters to attend to at the time.

See, as soon as I heard a fight had broken out here, I rushed over because I was afraid something might happen to you, didn't I?"

He looked around the devastated Blood Sea City, his smile fading as his tone grew serious:

"However, this great war is not simple."

He looked at Qiong Shuang and Old Black Mu, who was listening intently nearby, and lowered his voice:

"I have reliable information that the Heavenly Demon Sect has mobilized its forces again, and even stronger reinforcements are on the way.

Before long, existences in the Integration Realm will likely take the field personally. This war will truly escalate to a level of life-and-death struggle for the Sects' survival!"

Hearing this, the fawning look instantly vanished from Old Black Mu's dark Face, replaced by genuine anxiety.

Although he had acknowledged Yao Delong as his master, he was a native evil cultivator of the Xuan Ye Dynasty and had a deep-rooted sense of belonging to this land.

If the Xuan Ye Dynasty were truly completely controlled by the Sun Moon Divine Cult backed by the Heavenly Demon Sect, demonic flames would surely rage, and the people would suffer!

That was definitely not a situation he wanted to see!

He instinctively looked at Yao Delong and felt a bit more at ease seeing his master's calm yet unfathomable gaze.

That's right, Master is now an existence that even an old Devil Head like Zhu Wuneng fears!

With Master here, while this Blood Sea City might not be indestructible, at least if an ordinary Early Stage Body Integration expert tried to take it, they'd likely lose a mouthful of teeth!

"Rest assured, Master! Little Black will go and make arrangements right away!"

Old Black Mu immediately straightened his back, regaining the dignity and shrewdness of the Blood Sea Hall Master.

"Men! Immediately organize personnel to repair the city's defensive Formation! Tally the casualties!

All Formation Masters, get your asses up to the city walls! Get the Bone Light Shield up at the fastest speed possible!

Not enough resources? Open all the storehouses! Prioritize city defense repairs!"

He roared like thunder, issuing orders one after another. The entire ruined city instantly became like a massive war machine, beginning to operate intensely.

On the other side, Qiong Shuang completely ignored the busy scene around her and Old Black Mu's loud voice.

Her emerald eyes sparkled as she stared at Yao Delong, holding out her fair little hand, palm up.

With a hint of acting spoiled and taking it for granted: "Big Brother! Where's mine?"

"Hmm?" Yao Delong didn't react for a moment.

"The 'jelly beans' for stabilizing my cultivation!" Qiong Shuang said matter-of-factly, her little chin tilted up slightly.

"The ones you gave me last time are long gone! Where's the meeting gift for this time? Don't tell me you forgot!"

Yao Delong laughed in spite of himself. This girl was still so bold in "extorting" him.

However, seeing that although her aura was stable, she had consumed quite a bit in the previous fierce battle, she did indeed need to strengthen her foundation.

He shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of doting:

"I won't forget, I won't forget. Once things here are settled, I'll find a quiet place and fire up the furnace to refine a good batch for you."

Only then did Qiong Shuang withdraw her hand contentedly, a bright smile appearing on her pretty Face.

It was as if the mountain of corpses and sea of blood before her, along with the even greater storm about to arrive, became less terrifying because of this person's return.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from Blood Sea City.

At the core of a temporary stronghold established by the Sun Moon Divine Cult, shrouded in thick blood-red Evil Qi.

Xin Yingying sat cross-legged in a Spirit Gathering Formation constructed from pure Demonic Jade, a faint blood-colored halo swirling around her.

Her pale complexion regained some color, but the Evil Qi between her brows and the frustration of having her plans forcibly interrupted remained.