110: Chapter 110 Kong Yishui: Go die yourself, don't drag me down with you.

"Madwoman, madwoman, Chu Jiaojiao, you are a madwoman!"

With one side of his face red and swollen, Kong Yishui viciously cursed at Chu Jiaojiao, who was entangled in a fight with Dongfang Wu.

To protect her Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, Dongfang Wu burned her vital blood, forcibly breaking free from the restraints of the Formation, and fought Chu Jiaojiao in a bloody battle, refusing to let Chu Jiaojiao harm her fellow Disciples behind her in the slightest.

Anyone with eyes could see that Dongfang Wu was stalling for time!

"No! This woman Chu Jiaojiao has gone mad and wants to die, I cannot be dragged down with her!"

Kong Yishui's eyes flickered as he silently retreated.

Dongfang Wu had been keeping a distracted eye on Kong Yishui, and seeing him make a move, she immediately became 120% alert.

The result of focusing too much on Kong Yishui was a moment of negligence, allowing a streak of blood-colored spiritual Qi from Chu Jiaojiao to strike her sword-wielding wrist, sinking beneath her wheat-colored skin.

"Clang!"

Dongfang Wu felt her wrist go numb and lost all sensation, causing her spirit sword to drop.

She did not panic. She formed a sword gesture with her left hand and slashed sharply. With a "hum," the spirit sword emitted a ringing sound, blocking Chu Jiaojiao's rain-like barrage of blood-colored spiritual Qi.

The dense rain of blood struck the body of the spirit sword, making pinging and ponging sounds.

The body of the spirit sword was corroded by the blood-colored spiritual Qi, leaving mottled marks.

Dongfang Wu could hear the spirit sword's sword spirit crying out in pain.

A flash of apology crossed her eyes. Her figure, clad in red armor, stood like a mountain, firmly blocking the path in front of her Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters.

"Pfft!"

The spirit sword had been more than half-corroded by the blood-colored spiritual Qi, its spiritual light dimming. As the Revered Master of the spirit sword, Dongfang Wu spat out a mouthful of turbid blood.

Chu Jiaojiao sneered, "You dare to threaten me? Go die!"

She shouted, and the blood-colored garment on her body seemed to come alive, flowing like a river of blood.

The blood-colored garment extended toward Dongfang Wu, and a terrifying aura of Evil Qi rushed toward her face, forcing Dongfang Wu to retreat again and again.

Her heels touched the bodies of her fellow Disciples, and Dongfang Wu gritted her teeth and held her ground.

"Crack!"

The red armor in front of her let out an overwhelmed groan.

Amidst the swirling blood-red colors, Chu Jiaojiao's figure approached, though no one knew when. Beneath the blood-colored garment, a pair of blood-red eyes, filled with murderous intent and a mocking smile, suddenly appeared two inches in front of Dongfang Wu.

Blood-red fingernails clawed toward Dongfang Wu's heart, behind the red armor whose defenses had been broken.

Dongfang Wu raised her sword to block.

"Scritch—"

The blood-red fingernails and the sword body collided, sending out sparks.

The spirit sword let out bursts of wailing.

Dongfang Wu hurriedly retreated, not daring to use her sword to block attacks anymore, and instead used Sword Qi to deal with Chu Jiaojiao.

Chu Jiaojiao sneered repeatedly and decisively shifted her target, reaching out toward Gan Rui.

"Don't you dare hurt my fellow Disciples!" Dongfang Wu let out a sharp cry and slashed down with a sword carrying crimson Sword Qi.

"Clang!"

Chu Jiaojiao's fingernails nearly snapped.

Gan Rui was also blasted away by Dongfang Wu's Sword Qi, slamming heavily into the wall before falling to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Chu Jiaojiao's eyes narrowed. She stepped forward, feigning an entanglement with Dongfang Wu, and found an opportunity to kick her away. However, instead of pressing the attack, she turned back and clawed with terrifying blood-stained talons toward the youngest, Oriental Pearl.

"If you have the ability, come block me again!" Chu Jiaojiao sneered.

Dongfang Wu's pupils shrank, and her left hand holding the sword trembled; she dared not slash down with that sword.

How could her Junior Sister's body withstand the residual power of this sword strike?

Dongfang Wu gritted her teeth and hurled her spirit sword out.

"Hum!"

Her spirit sword tore through the air, emitting a mournful cry.

A look of triumph flashed in Chu Jiaojiao's eyes as her blood-stained talons grabbed the body of the spirit sword with a "clang."

Blood-colored spiritual Qi surged into the spirit sword.

The once-radiant spirit sword was completely corroded into scrap metal.

"Pfft!"

With her spirit sword destroyed, Dongfang Wu also suffered immense damage, coughing up blood as she knelt on one knee.

Chu Jiaojiao raised her blood-stained talons, clawing toward Oriental Pearl once more.

"You… cannot!"

"She is… Revered Master's… own daughter!"

Dongfang Wu spoke intermittently while vomiting blood, her sharp eyes filled with a warning.

Even with her sword destroyed, she remained an unyielding Sword Cultivator!

Chu Jiaojiao threw her head back and let out a wild, crazed laugh.

"Hahaha…"

"Then I want her to die even more!"

Dongfang Wu widened her eyes in shock.

It was not because of Chu Jiaojiao.

But rather…

Kong Yishui, who had retreated behind Chu Jiaojiao at some unknown moment, struck the completely unguarded Chu Jiaojiao with a Level 4 Ice Spike Talisman.

Chu Jiaojiao's back was riddled with ice spikes, and she turned her head in disbelief to look at Kong Yishui.

Kong Yishui stood at the cave entrance, half his figure in the light, his expression appearing eerie and changeable.

"I said it before, if you want to die, go die yourself, don't drag me down with you!"

Chu Jiaojiao spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

Kong Yishui lifted his foot, preparing to walk toward Chu Jiaojiao, when a terrifying pressure descended, and a threatening voice laced with spiritual Qi arrived from afar.

"Who dares to touch my Disciple!"

Kong Yishui's expression changed abruptly. No longer caring about the half of the Demonic Lord's Legacy, he took out a teleportation Formation Plate and immediately teleported away.

Sensing the teleportation fluctuations, Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor took a step of a thousand miles, and with the newly promoted Grand Elder Chen Xuanfeng, who had come to hide and relax, appeared at the cave entrance in an instant.

Smelling the scent of blood wafting from the cave, Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor swept his Divine Sense across it.

His anger flared up instantly!

"Little Wu!"

Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor roared, and before his voice had even faded, he had already appeared beside Dongfang Wu.

Upon seeing her Revered Master, the breath Dongfang Wu had been forcibly holding finally dissipated.

"Mas…"

Before she could even finish the syllable, her knees went weak, and she collapsed.

Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor exclaimed, "Little Wu!"

Chen Xuanfeng could not stand to watch any longer. He strode over to Dongfang Wu's side, knelt, and took out a Level 3 Body-Stabilizing Pill, temporarily locking in her life force.

"Don't worry, she won't die for now." Chen Xuanfeng stood up, brushed his hands, and said airily.

Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor's agitated emotions finally calmed down, and he went to check on the other Disciples and his only young daughter.

Chen Xuanfeng did not follow. With measured steps as if he had paced them out, one hand behind his back, he strolled over to stand before Chu Jiaojiao, whose back was covered in ice spikes, and looked down at her.

"So it was you, who teamed up with that trash Kong Yishui, wanting to perform Possession on my half-brother?"

Chu Jiaojiao instantly guessed Chen Xuanfeng's identity, her blood-red eyes fixed firmly on him.

Chen Xuanfeng "tsk-ed," looking somewhat bored, "Since you dared to harbor such thoughts, then…"

"Go die!"

A dazzling, blinding sword light flashed in Chen Xuanfeng's eyes, stabbing straight into the center of Chu Jiaojiao's brow, destroying her Divine Soul that was poised and ready to flee.

"No!" Chu Jiaojiao's Divine Soul let out a piercing scream.

Her eyes strangely fixed tightly on the direction outside the cave, as if there was something there she desperately craved.

Ten-plus miles away from the cave in mid-air, Chu Feng, who was being carried quickly toward it by Ancestor Hefeng, frowned.

"Faster! She's about to run!"

Chu Feng still thought that it was Chu Jiaojiao who had severed the Demonic Guiding Tracking Technique.

Ancestor Hefeng, without complaint, increased his speed once more.

A few breaths later, Chu Feng saw the cave indicated by Chu Jiaojiao's Demonic Guiding Tracking Technique.

The cave was as bright as day.

It was as if there was some treasure.

But the light did not last long.

When the light vanished, a figure in purple-gold robes stood tall and upright, hands behind his back, facing Chu Feng from a distance.

Chen Xuanfeng was stunned the moment he saw Chu Feng's face.