Seated above the glazed tile roof of a two-floor building, Lin Yu Heng turns to Qing Ming Yang, who is beside him, and asks—
"Qing-xiong, nervous?"
"…"
Having seen Yao Ying's current strength just now, Qing Ming Yang would be lying if he said that he wasn't, however—
"She's still at the early stage of the Core Formation realm, whereas I'm at the peak stage—with the potential to breakthrough at any time. Adding onto the fact that she is still rather inexperienced when it comes to combat. …I needn't be too concerned."
"Oh?"
Just as Lin Yu Heng thought to stand up—
"Uh?"
"…? …!"
Raising a frown in the same instance, Qing Ming Yang widens his eyes.
Through their divine senses, Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng can see two weapon spirits—in their Weapon Spirit True Body state, approaching their direction in a hurry.
(Those two again? The hell do they have against me?)
Recognizing the dark-armored and the silver-armored weapon spirits, Qing Ming Yang leaps into the air with his sword drawn.
Similarly, Lin Yu Heng does the same, and—
*Boom!!!!!* as soon as the two had gotten away from the building, the two weapon spirits crashed from above like two comets, as they flattened the structure.
"…"
Shrouded in cold Qi, Li Xue leaps out of the settling dust clouds with her spear lunged towards Qing Ming Yang!
*Klang!!!* blocking this attack off, Qing Ming Yang shouts—
"C'mon, why are you attacking us, when you could be gathering leaves instead?!"
Noticing how Qing Ming Yang had used the word "us," Lin Yu Heng can't help but frown—this is clearly the former's way to get him involved in their troubles.
"I-"
"…"
Faster than Lin Yu Heng can say anything, Ye Chen leaps out of the dust clouds as well, and charges in the former's direction.
Drawing his iron spear, Lin Yu Heng could only choose to grit his teeth, and fend off the heavy gravity reinforced strike.
"Tch…"
*Klang! Klang! Klang!* exchanging hits with Qing Ming Yang, who had clicked his tongue, Li Xue shouts—
"Where's that sword of yours, Immortal?!"
"The hell are you talking about, woman?"
Replying as such, Qing Ming Yang kicks at the shaft of Li Xue's spear—to create some distance.
Glaring at Qing Ming Yang hatefully, Li Xue swings her spear—causing tiny icicles to form in the air around her.
With another swing, Li Xue sends these icicles towards Qing Ming Yang's direction.
*Klang! Klang! Klang!* swinging his sword, Qing Ming Yang manages to effortlessly shatter all the incoming icicles, as he falls towards the roof of another building, and—
*Boom!!!* almost as soon as Qing Ming Yang had landed onto the building, a pillar of white flames erupts from beneath him.
"Dammit!"
Cursing aloud, Qing Ming Yang leaps over to another building, to which—
"…"
Wang Yongning quickly emerges from the dust clouds to give chase.
Raising his daggers over his head—while forming two colossal blades of fire, Wang Yongning cleaves them towards Qing Ming Yang.
"Tch."
Shrouding his sword in an invisible layer of spirit Qi, Qing Ming Yang manages to block the fire blades, while the impact of Wang Yongning's strike causes his feet to cave into the roof of the building that he is standing on!
"…"
Exploiting this opportunity, Li Xue charges at Qing Ming Yang, while lunging her spear forward!
Turning his head in thought quickly, Qing Ming Yang shouts—
"Woman, you called me an Immortal, but what proof do you have?! If I was an Immortal, how is it that you're able to understand what I'm saying?!"
"…!"
In response to these questions, Li Xue grinds her feet against the roof—halting her attack, with her spear just a few inches away from impaling Qing Ming Yang's chest.
Off on a nearby building's roof, Ye Chen manages to fight Lin Yu Heng to a draw.
"…"
Towards the questions that Qing Ming Yang had raised, Li Xue frowns, and replies—
"Take off your sunglasses."
"Do you think I can with these things on me?!"
"…"
"…"
As Li Xue exchanges a quick glance with Wang Yongning, the latter decides to extinguish the flames.
Continuing to have her spearhead just a few inches away from Qing Ming Yang's chest, Li Xue asks—
"And now?"
"…"
Blinking his eyes beneath the sunglasses, Qing Ming Yang had the urge to just rotate his cultivation base, and blast these weapon spirits away with a spirit Qi handprint.
(This young master didn't find trouble with you all, but you all decided to find trouble with me…)
Just as this thought had crossed Qing Ming Yang's mind—
*Boom!* a black and white handprint descends, and blasts Li Xue backwards!
Turning his head in the direction of the handprint's source, Qing Ming Yang sees—
"Senior!"
Recognizing the sword in the individual's right hand to be Shui Yue, Qing Ming Yang sees Long Hua—dressed in a black attire with a helmet.
"…"
Standing in the air, Long Hua glances at Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng, and says—
"We're leaving."
"…"
"…Un."
Glancing at each other, Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng exchanged a nod, as they retreated towards Long Hua's direction.
"After them!"
"Get back here!"
"Chase!"
Kicking off the ground, Ye Chen, Li Xue, and Wang Yongning charge towards Long Hua's direction, and towards the three's approach—
"Piss off."
Swinging Shui Yue, Long Hua sends out a powerful blast of air, which brushes pass Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng, prior to—
*Boom!!!!!* detonating directly in front of the three weapon spirits!
"Uh!"
"Kuh!"
"…!"
Hit by the blast, the three weapon spirits are thrown towards three separate directions at extreme speeds.
"…"
Lowering his right arm, Long Hua draws in a subtle breath of air, while taking in the view of the ancient city's landscape.
In that instance—
(Father, save me!)
(Husband, kill this son of a bitch!)
(You despicable fuck!)
(You shameless blind bastard!)
Voices—ranging from young to old, and from male to female, all of which are filled with extreme rage and hatred, sound off in Long Hua's head.
"…Heh."
Laughing subtly beneath the helmet, Long Hua smiles in a venomous manner.
Rotating a cultivation method, Long Hua chants—
(For a walker of reincarnation, life is but an ephemeral dream.)
Following this chant, an archaic air emanates from Long Hua's body, but rather quickly, he suppresses it.