650: Follow secretly for ten breaths!

...Meanwhile, in the shadows not far away.

Lu Hao was resting with his eyes closed, waiting for the opportune moment to take a disciple.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction Netherworld Cold had departed, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

"He's leaving just like that? Something isn't right..."

The Demonic Thought wobbled beside Lu Hao and said,

"Master, if you ask me, there's definitely something wrong with that kid's head! You personally offered to take him as a Personal Disciple and even gave him a supreme immortal artifact, yet he actually wasn't willing? You should know, this is a Heaven-Defying Opportunity!"

Lu Hao reached out to pat the Demonic Thought and said softly with a beaming smile,

"This boy is the most talented person I have ever seen; it's only normal for him to have his own pride. Moreover, we've only just met. Expecting him to take me as his master based on just a few words was already a bit difficult."

"Think back to when you first met me—didn't you only acknowledge me as your master because you were forced by my prestige?"

Hearing this, the Demonic Thought said somewhat sheepishly,

"Who said that! When I first saw Master, I felt that Master was blessed by the heavens and unparalleled in the world..."

"Alright, alright, stop being glib. Let's go and follow that kid to see what's happening."

After Lu Hao spoke, his figure flashed as he rushed out of Chaotic Soul Mountain, chasing after Netherworld Cold's aura.

That kid had been focused entirely on the altar below earlier, but after taking one look at his transmission jade pendant, he suddenly became extremely anxious, not even caring that he was exposed to the perception of the seven people below.

Rushing out so recklessly like this meant there was definitely something very important.

Lu Hao naturally couldn't sit idly by. If the boy encountered some life-threatening danger, it would be troublesome.

"This is my intended disciple. If he gets broken by someone, wouldn't my trip to the Netherworld be in vain?"

...In the sky above the Kuji Wasteland.

One person was fleeing frantically while five others were in hot pursuit.

You Mingcheng's hair was currently disheveled, and the black shield in his hand was covered in cracks, its light extremely dim.

His aura was boiling over, clearly indicating he had suffered significant injuries. Having fled for so long, the Magic Treasures on his person were basically exhausted.

"First Highness, why bother?"

That Celestial Immortal Elder stood with his hands behind his back, treading through the air with an expression of feigned compassion.

"Hand over the item, and this old man can give you a quick death. Otherwise, the taste of soul extraction and spirit refining will not be pleasant."

You Mingcheng felt exceptionally bitter, but he still said coldly,

"You five old dogs of the Xuantian Sect, keep dreaming!!"

You Mingcheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of defiance.

"Stubborn and foolish. In that case, this old man wants to see just how many more Magic Treasures you have left to use!"

The Elder shook his head, losing his patience.

He slowly condensed his entire cultivation and gathered it into his hand. Pointing a finger, a highly concentrated green finger-light, carrying a sharpness that could pierce through anything, shot straight for You Mingcheng's brow.

This strike was the full-strength blow of this Heavenly Immortal expert!

For the heavily injured You Mingcheng, this finger strike was unavoidable.

You Mingcheng's pupils constricted as the aura of death rushed toward him.

He could only mobilize his remaining Magic Treasures to block in front of him.

That green finger-light instantly pierced through the several Magic Treasures in front of You Mingcheng and was about to strike his brow!

A look of madness appeared in You Mingcheng's eyes as he prepared to activate the Magic Treasure forged from Beast God Bone.

At this point, he no longer cared if he would be exposed. Since he was about to die, he couldn't let the enemy snatch this Magic Treasure away.

At this critical juncture—

"Crack!"

A pitch-black ice wall appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of You Mingcheng.

The finger-light hit the ice wall, producing a piercing grinding sound, followed by a massive roar.

This green finger-light had already penetrated many Magic Treasures, so its power had decreased significantly. Thus, it shattered inch by inch before the ice wall.

This ice wall finally succeeded in neutralizing the killing power of that finger strike.

A wave of cold Qi spread.

A thin figure stood in front of You Mingcheng.

Looking at that familiar back, You Mingcheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes nearly splitting.

"Ninth Brother?! Who told you to come! Didn't I tell you to leave quickly?! Why did you come here? Get out of here!!"

Netherworld Cold did not look back. His hands supported the ice wall that was on the verge of shattering, and his gaze coldly fixed on the five people opposite him. His voice, however, was strangely calm.

"Big Brother, since we were young, you have always helped me in secret, protecting my path of cultivation..."

"This time, let me protect you once."

...You Mingcheng's heart warmed, but facing such a cruel environment, he still let out a long sigh.

"Ninth Brother, why are you so foolish... Father is in secluded meditation, and we are far from Cang Kong City. This is likely a situation with nine deaths and one life..."

Netherworld Cold smiled slightly.

"Big Brother, don't worry. I have my own plans."

Hearing Netherworld Cold's words, You Mingcheng felt slightly more at ease.

True, Ninth Brother has peerless talent; Father must have given him some life-saving treasures. Perhaps they really could escape today... "What a deeply moving brotherly sentiment."

The Celestial Immortal Elder of the Xuantian Sect clapped his hands lightly, the wrinkles on his face bunching together in an exceptionally sinister smile.

"Originally I only wanted to take a supreme treasure, but I didn't expect to lure out a hidden dragon like you as well... Ninth Highness, you are a Genius rare even in a million years. My Xuantian Sect has been longing to eliminate you. I never expected such a merit would fall upon my head, hahaha..."

The other four Earth Immortal Elders also surrounded them, their gazes greedily scanning Netherworld Cold.

Killing the Ninth Highness of Cang Kong City would be an unparalleled achievement!

"Big Brother, how are your injuries? Can you still move?"

Netherworld Cold asked in a low voice, his back still turned to You Mingcheng.

You Mingcheng gritted his teeth, forcibly circulating his Immortal Essence to briefly tend to his injuries.

"I won't die yet. What do you plan to do?"

Netherworld Cold sent a voice transmission:

"Hold them off for ten breaths of time. I am confident I can take you away!"

"Good!"

After speaking, Netherworld Cold took a deep breath and slammed his hands together.

"Myriad Things Spirit Devouring, open!"

Boom!

A terrifying devouring force erupted with him as the center.

The surrounding Origins, Daos, and even space were forcibly twisted at this moment and sucked into his body.

His aura surged upward, approaching the early stage of Heavenly Immortal in the blink of an eye!

This was the Bloodline Cultivation Technique inherent to the Myriad Things Spirit Devouring Body. Once activated, it could constantly devour everything in the world to enhance one's strength, but the side effects were also very severe.

This was the first time Netherworld Cold had used this Bloodline Cultivation Technique.

"Interesting. As expected of the Ninth Highness who is famous throughout the Nine Nether Imperial Capital, to be able to burst forth with such powerful cultivation!"

A flash of solemnity crossed the Celestial Immortal Elder's eyes, and he immediately waved his hand.

"Second and Third, come with me to play with this Ninth Highness. Fourth and Fifth, capture You Mingcheng alive for me!"