403: Chapter 403 My Most Beloved Closed Disciple

It seemed that in his eyes, the renowned Alien Prodigies were no different from three pebbles or three blades of grass rolling in the wind by the roadside; none were worth him investing even the slightest bit of extra attention.

Then, his gaze passed over them indifferently, as if they were merely transparent, non-existent air, and landed on the three disheveled, dying figures at the back of the battlefield.

Luo Xiaojiu's appearance was indeed unfamiliar to him. But the girl's stubborn posture—even though she was covered in blood and had no idea how many bones she had broken, she still gritted her teeth and held her spine straight, refusing to bend even an inch.

Even though she was trapped in a desperate situation, nearly exhausted, the golden-red Saint Body Qi and blood within her deepest core still burned fiercely, dazzling to the point of stinging one's eyes...

These two traits intertwined, strangely producing a subtle overlap and resonance with a vague yet profound mark deep within his memory.

On his face, which was as cold as a ten-thousand-year iceberg and seemingly incapable of ever showing any expression, his sword-like brows furrowed almost imperceptibly by a tiny, tiny arc.

This subtle change, which was almost a hallucination, fell into the eyes of Luo Xiaojiu, who was in the abyss of despair and grasping at the last straw. To her, it was nothing less than the first ray of dawn breaking through the eternal night, a spring thunderclap exploding in a dead, silent world!

Her eyes, which had appeared dim and unfocused due to exhaustion, severe injuries, and prolonged tension, suddenly erupted with a light even more intense and brilliant than when her Saint blood was burning!

All the pent-up grievances, the fear of impending death, the anger of a desperate counterattack, and this indescribable, immense excitement of surviving a catastrophe... all gathered, compressed, and then, like a volcanic eruption, transformed into an earth-shattering shout, overflowing with extreme emotion!

She used every last bit of strength that had just been stimulated and restored by that vibrant thunderous Aura, and tore open her already hoarse throat towards the figure in the sky, who looked like a Dominator of thunder and a peerless God of War.

Her voice was cracked from her injuries, yet because of the extreme emotion, it possessed the power to pierce through everything and resound throughout the Universe, slamming fiercely into this battlefield that had just experienced destruction and rebirth and had fallen into an eerie silence:

"Third Senior Brother!!! Help me—!!!"

"I am the fourth-ranked Disciple under Revered Master's seat, the 'closing' Disciple he holds in his hands for fear of dropping and keeps in his mouth for fear of melting—the one he loves and cherishes the most—!!!"

"I'm that Luo Xiaojiu who is naturally intelligent, has excellent roots, extraordinary Comprehension Ability, is well-behaved and sensible, respects her Revered Master, and never actively looks for trouble (?)—!!!"

This shout was so full of vigor that it seemed as if all her injuries had been healed; the emotion was so full that it was enough to move iron and stone; and the "logic" (in her own opinion) was simply impeccable.

Especially those eight words, "the one he loves and cherishes the most," which she deliberately elongated, twisted, and emphasized, were like throwing a huge block of ten-thousand-year mysterious ice into the center of a rolling, boiling wok of oil!

"Sss—!!!"

In an instant, the atmosphere of the battlefield, which had been completely frozen by the supreme majesty, condensed killing intent, and Law suppression brought by Chu Zhanxiao's arrival, developed a clearly visible crack that pierced through everything!

An extremely strange, absurd, and startling Aura began to spread along this crack.

Li Jiuyou's face, already pale from blood loss and backlash, twitched violently. The churning Qi and blood in his body, which he had finally managed to suppress, were forced to surge up again by this shout. He felt a sweetness in his throat, which he swallowed down hard.

He lowered his head abruptly, almost snapping his neck, and locked his gaze tightly onto the tips of his own boots, which were already charred and tattered, as if a rare Chaos Green Lotus containing the supreme Dao had suddenly bloomed on them. He was so focused that he wished he could immediately carve the eight words "Who is this person? I don't know her" onto his forehead with his Origin essence blood and announce it to the world.

Beside him, the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, with only five majestic heads remaining, turned its remaining ten giant lion eyes in unison, extremely slowly, toward the direction of Luo Xiaojiu.

In those ten gazes, a highly anthropomorphic and complex expression was clearly revealed, mixed with "dumbfounded," "cannot bear to watch," "the lion's face is completely lost," "has this girl's brain been beaten broken," and a hint of "as expected."

Even the two heads in the middle and on the left simultaneously, extremely heavily, and filled with vicissitudes and helplessness, let out a "Sigh..." and puffed out two hot nasal breaths carrying a rich burnt smell and the scent of mental exhaustion, burning two small pits into the ground.

And the three Alien Prodigies opposite, the cold killing intent, burning greed, heavy caution, and shocking vibration that they had originally maintained—

All their carefully managed expressions and Aura, at this moment, completely and utterly collapsed, shattered, and then solidified into an extremely ridiculous blankness.

The Silver-Glow Woman's elegant, tightly pursed lips twitched slightly uncontrollably, as if she were forcibly suppressing some emotion that subverted her cognition.

The vertical eye on the Red-Gold Three-Eyed Being's forehead, whose red-gold light was usually stable, showed rare and obvious disorder and flickering, showing how violent the impact on its owner's heart was.

And the Six-Winged Alien, who was already seriously injured, was caught off guard by this sudden, style-shifting "recognition cry" that did not fit the conventional script of a "peerless powerhouse arriving to save the day," causing his Qi to suddenly go haywire.

With a "Pfft," he coughed up another large mouthful of black-red blood foam mixed with internal organ fragments. Looking at Luo Xiaojiu, besides resentment, for the first time, there was an absurdity of looking at an "incomprehensible weirdo."

They had traversed the myriad worlds, fought countless battles, seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and experienced treacherous conspiracies. When… when had they ever seen such a "fresh and refined," "Soul-striking" way of… asking for help?

Chu Zhanxiao, who stepped on the Void Realm, as if he were integrated with the Laws of this world, and every step matched the rhythm of the Dao...

His steady, rock-like, unimpeded footsteps paused... for a fleeting moment.

It was as if a strangely shaped pebble had suddenly been stuffed into the precisely operating gears of the Heavenly Dao.

On his cold face, which seemed eternally frozen and untouched by time, there appeared a trace of an extremely subtle, almost non-existent fluctuation, like a tiny speck of dust gently touching the deepest part of an eternally calm billion-year-old ice lake, sending out ripples that neither eyes nor Divine Thought could capture.

This fluctuation was like astonishment, and also like a pure "inability to understand" that went beyond any complex deductive ability.

But this leak of emotion vanished faster than the birth and death of the Universe, instantly covered by a deeper, more calm, and indifferent Aura that absorbed all emotions like a black hole.

It was so fast that everyone present who was staring at him couldn't help but suspect that the momentary strangeness just now was just an illusion born from their extreme tension.

He still did not turn his head.

He did not look at his Junior Sister who called herself "naturally intelligent, has excellent roots, extraordinary Comprehension Ability, and is well-behaved and sensible." He did not even cast a glance from the corner of his eye in Luo Xiaojiu's direction, not even by a fraction.

It was as if that "earth-shattering roar," capable of toppling mountains and causing powerhouses' Dao Heart to lose balance, fell into his ears as nothing more than an insignificant, passing breeze, not even worthy of him glancing sideways.

All his attention seemed to be solely on the three "pebbles" or "blades of grass" in front.

Then, he moved.

It was just an extremely simple, even somewhat careless action, as he slowly raised his right arm, which was entwined with purple-gold dragon-shaped electric arcs that made the three Alien Prodigies fear to the depths of their Souls. The movement was leisurely, like raising a hand to pick a falling leaf.

However—at the very "beginning" of his raising his arm!

"BOOM!!!!!"

Above the firmament, the lead-gray thunderclouds, which had slightly dissipated due to the thunderstrikes, suddenly roared like an ancient thunder beast awakened from slumber!

Endless black clouds surged, gathered, stacked, and squeezed from the Void Realm in all directions of the Secret Realm!

In the blink of an eye, the thick cloud layer lowered until it felt within reach, dyeing the entire sky into a destructive ink color, pressing heavily on the heart of every living being, making them suffocated!

Within the clouds, billions of thick, dragon-like thunder snakes and electric pythons no longer swam leisurely, but like fierce spirits imprisoned for eons, were crazily roaring, hissing, colliding, and devouring each other to fuse!

The deafening yet dull and oppressive thunder was no longer a sound, but a terrifying vibration that acted directly on the Origin of the Soul!

An ultimate destructive Aura, vast as the will of the starry sky, cold as the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao, and precisely locking onto everything, descended like an invisible, billion-ton shackle engraved with the Laws of thunder!

It clamped tightly, without leaving any gaps, onto the Divine Soul core, flesh, and bones of the three Alien Prodigies below, and even every bit of Divine power circulating around their bodies!

Blood, instantly cold, nearly frozen.

Divine power, sluggish, like falling into a quagmire.

Thinking, as if paralyzed by the pressure of thunder, became slow. This was no longer just the pressure of Aura.

This was the manifestation of the Law, the most direct implementation and expression of his will after this world surrendered to him!

It was Heaven, wanting to clear out these three "foreign objects"!

"Scram."

Chu Zhanxiao spoke, still only uttering one word. The voice was not high, even a bit low. But this time, this voice did not seem to come from his throat, but was the Dao sound that naturally manifested after billions of thunders resonated, brewed, and finally exploded within his chest's Dao Palace!

This word transformed into an invisible Law decree branded with thunder runes, ignoring all physical and energy defenses, and smashed directly and arrogantly into the deepest part of the three Alien Prodigies' Sea of Consciousness, exploding!

"Buzz—!"

The Red-Gold Three-Eyed Being, the Silver-Glow Woman, and the Six-Winged Alien all shook violently! Their faces turned pale instantly!