907: Chapter 908 We'll Do It Ourselves

Zhao Qian's expression was ugly to the extreme, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.

The entire mountain forest was silent; everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

Just at this tense moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out:

"I appreciate Liu Qingyao's good intentions."

Xiao Ruobai spoke, his voice hoarse but clear.

He was equally shaken; he had never met Liu Qingyao before, so why would she step forward at this moment?

Was it to repay someone's favor? Or was there another reason? He couldn't figure it out.

But he was clear about one thing: Liu Qingyao was the Sect Master's only daughter.

If she forcibly protected him, it would inevitably cause Xuanwu Peak, and even the Third Elder's faction, to stand in complete opposition to the Sect Master.

By then, no matter the outcome, Liu Qingyao would be dragged into the center of the factional power struggle.

He, Xiao Ruobai, did not want to owe this favor.

Furthermore, he could not let someone he didn't even know fall into such a situation because of him.

Everyone was stunned and looked toward the source of the voice.

The one speaking was actually Xiao Ruobai.

He was covered in blood, his Aura weak, but his eyes were still as bright as stars.

He did not immediately look at Liu Qingyao, but instead turned his head to glance at the four people behind him.

Fang Hanyu leaned on his sword, met his gaze, and nodded slightly without hesitation.

Mo Yu tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing blood-stained teeth, which counted as a smile.

Wang Xiaopang grinned; although it looked worse than crying, the trust in his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

Dong Li did not speak; he simply closed his eyes gently and opened them again, his Battle Intent surging.

Xiao Ruobai felt reassured, turned back to look at Liu Qingyao, a faint smile on his lips, but his tone was exceptionally firm:

"However, we will handle this matter ourselves."

What?

Everyone looked at him with the eyes one would use for a madman.

He would do it himself?

He wanted to face Zhao Qian, who was at the Late Stage of Tongtian, by himself?!

Had he been beaten into stupidity?!

Someone couldn't help but sneer: "This kid is truly not afraid of death at all."

"Is he crazy? Liu Qingyao has already come forward to protect him, and he actually refused?"

"Tongtian First Stage against Tongtian Late Stage Ninth Stage; if this isn't suicide, what is?"

"Maybe he knows he can't escape and wants to die with a bit of dignity."

Some shook their heads and sighed, feeling that he was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, wasting Liu Qingyao's heart of protection in vain.

There were also a very few Inner Sect Disciples with resilient Heart-Nature who, looking at Xiao Ruobai's blood-stained yet still upright figure, revealed a bit of admiration and sorrow in their eyes.

In the distance, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie grinned: "Heh, interesting. This kind of madness actually suits my taste."

Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao picked up his short blade again, spun it on his fingertip, and his gaze held a bit more scrutiny: "I want to see how many moves he can withstand."

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, holding his ancient sword, let his sword-like gaze fall upon Xiao Ruobai, his eyes flickering slightly.

Although it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, this purity deeply touched him, this sword-dao Prodigy.

Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue frowned slightly, her gaze toward Xiao Ruobai holding a bit more worry and confusion.

She didn't understand why someone would refuse Liu Qingyao's help in such a desperate situation.

Zhao Qian was also stunned by Xiao Ruobai's words, then immediately sneered:

"What, do you feel ashamed hiding under a woman's skirt? Want to come out and die on your own?"

Facing all the clamor and mockery, Xiao Ruobai turned a deaf ear.

His gaze remained fixed on Liu Qingyao.

And Liu Qingyao also looked at him quietly.

Her cold, clear eyes truly and carefully examined this blood-covered youth.

She saw the clarity in his eyes, and the sense of responsibility in not wanting to drag others into the vortex.

She even saw that unyielding determination.

After a moment, Liu Qingyao parted her red lips slightly and uttered only one word: "Good."

The voice was not loud, but it was like a needle to calm the sea, suppressing all the noise.

She did not say another word, nor did she even look at Zhao Qian again; she just flashed her figure and retreated to the side in mid-air.

Her white clothes fluttering, she completely distanced herself from the matter, yet she still remained like an insurmountable mountain, intimidating the entire audience so that no one dared to act rashly.

Xiao Ruobai took a deep breath and took out a small white jade bottle.

Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Spring Liquid!

Xiao Ruobai opened the jade bottle, did not hesitate, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

Boom—!

A terrifyingly massive amount of life essence exploded within his body!

That essence was like a rushing river, madly scouring his damaged Meridians and internal organs.

The crisscrossing wounds on his body began to heal, scab over, and fall off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing new, tender skin.

The Immortal Heavenly Scripture operated madly, and the golden God of War patterns around his body lit up layer by layer.

The Tongtian First Stage Bottleneck that had been stagnant for a long time in his Dantian began to melt away inch by inch.

Tongtian Second Stage!

In just a few breaths, Xiao Ruobai not only fully recovered from his injuries, but his cultivation had also directly broken through to the Tongtian Second Stage!

Zhao Qian watched Xiao Ruobai, whose Aura was rising sharply, but the sneer on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"Tongtian Second Stage? A temporary Breakthrough, not bad."

"But do you think that with just this bit of cultivation, you can turn the tables in front of me?"

He slowly spread his arms, and the earth-yellow spirit power around him surged like a tide.

The pressure of the Tongtian Late Stage Ninth Stage was released without reservation, enveloping the entire mountain forest.

"Today I will let you understand—"

"In the face of absolute strength, your bit of talent is worthless!"

Xiao Ruobai took a deep breath, felt the strength refilling his body, and slowly clenched his fists.

He did not speak.

But his eyes had already given the answer.

Golden Battle Intent burned fiercely in the depths of his eyes.

"Fight!"

This one word was like a thunderclap exploding in the dead-silent mountain forest.

Golden Qi and blood rose into the sky from around Xiao Ruobai, and the long halberd in his palm emitted a passionate hum.

Golden battle radiance flickered on the halberd blade, cutting fine ripples into the surrounding air.

The Aura that erupted from his Tongtian Second Stage cultivation was by no means inferior to that of an ordinary Tongtian Fifth or Sixth Stage Cultivator.

Zhao Qian sneered, the murderous intent in his eyes deepening: "You are courting death."

He raised his hand and grasped the void, and the Earth Dao laws gathered frantically.

A hundred-zhang long spear formed from earth-yellow spirit power took shape above his head.

The spear tip flowed with a heavy Dao Rhyme like a mountain, and he threw it fiercely at Xiao Ruobai!

The long spear broke through the air, emitting a piercing sonic boom; wherever it passed, the air was compressed into white air waves, and the ground was plowed into a deep gully.

This spear was more ruthless than any previous attack.

Zhao Qian was truly enraged; he wanted to nail Xiao Ruobai to this mountain forest in one strike to vent his hatred.

Facing the whistling hundred-zhang earth spear, Xiao Ruobai did not retreat but advanced.

He stomped his feet fiercely on the ground, the ground exploded, and his figure rushed forward like a cannonball, his long halberd carving a golden arc in front of him.

"Break!"

The golden halberd radiance and the earth-yellow long spear collided with a bang!

Boom—!!

The violent shockwave swept in all directions, trees within tens of zhang were uprooted, mountain rocks shattered, and dust filled the sky.

The dust settled.

Xiao Ruobai stood in place, his feet having plowed two long grooves in the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

But he had blocked it; that hundred-zhang earth spear had been forcibly shattered by him.

Zhao Qian's pupils constricted slightly.

"He actually caught it?"

Among the onlookers on the periphery, someone exclaimed in shock.

"Tongtian Second Stage, taking a full-strength blow from the Tongtian Late Stage Ninth Stage head-on? How is this possible?"

"He is not an ordinary Tongtian Second Stage! His Foundation is too solid, solid to the point of being incredible!"

Zhao Qian's expression darkened; he stopped speaking, his hands repeatedly forming seals, and Earth dao patterns intertwined and surged between his palms.

"Xuanwu Heaven-Suppressing Seal—Triple Overlap!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three mountain phantoms descended from the sky one after another, each heavier than the last, each more solid than the last.

Carrying the momentum to crush everything, they smashed down directly towards Xiao Ruobai!