vrcanaries Chapter 220 How do you want to die?!
Chapter 220 How do you want to die?!
now.
Li Wudao moved with impunity, arriving before the swaying, deathly pale-faced Shen Ming.
Seeing the shocking sight of the long halberd in the young man's abdomen and his faint, almost imperceptible breath, Li Wudao's eyes grew even colder.
"Senior Brother Li... I knew... you'd be alright..."
Seemingly sensing his presence, Shen Ming's blurry pupils focused with difficulty, and he managed a faint smile of relief.
He finished speaking with his last bit of strength, then his body relaxed and he completely lost consciousness.
"You did very well."
Li Wudao reached out and gently patted his back, his tone tinged with approval, and said softly, "Leave the rest to me..."
"Excessive blood loss, physical exhaustion, and damage to internal organs, but the foundation is not damaged. He will recover after a period of rest."
The green-haired turtle leaned over and glanced at it, then made a concluding statement in an old-fashioned manner.
Li Wudao nodded expressionlessly, ignoring Qi Xinghai and the others who were pale-faced and on high alert not far away.
He took out several fragrant healing pills and carefully fed them to Shen Ming, using his pure spiritual power to help Shen Ming neutralize the medicinal effects.
Then, without any disgust at Shen Ming's blood and dust covering him, he gently picked up this fellow disciple who had risked his life for his cousin and turned to walk into the house.
Seeing that the young man hadn't even glanced at him once from beginning to end, as if they were nothing more than insignificant ants, Qi Xinghai felt a surge of humiliation and anger.
Yet they dared not speak out against their anger, not even uttering a single harsh word.
Taking advantage of Li Wudao's moment of entering to rescue people, he suddenly glared and forcefully activated the suppressed demonic energy within his body, intending to transform into black smoke and escape.
However, Qi Xinghai had just moved.
The boy, who was holding Shen Ming and had one foot already across the threshold, paused almost imperceptibly. Without turning his head, he simply uttered a few words:
"Hei Zi, guard the entrance."
Upon hearing this, the green-haired turtle's face immediately revealed a cruel yet amused sneer, and a flash of light appeared on its shell:
"Don't worry, with me here, none of them will escape!"
Before the words were even finished, it had already transformed into a black lightning bolt that was almost invisible to the naked eye, instantly pounced behind Qi Xinghai who was trying to escape, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down hard on his thigh!
"Damn it! Where did this bastard come from? Get out of here!"
"Ouch—! Stop biting! It's breaking...my leg...!"
Soon, Qi Xinghai's angry rebuke turned into a shrill scream.
He roared furiously at the two black-robed men who stood there dumbfounded:
"What are you two idiots standing there for?! Get this beast off me!"
The two black-robed martial kings then seemed to wake from a dream, and steeled themselves to step forward, attempting to attack the green-haired turtle.
result--
"Damn, this turtle's shell is so hard, it even dulled my knife..."
"Ah! My hand!"
Before long, two even more pitiful cries echoed throughout the courtyard!
In a flash of dark light, Qi Xinghai and the two black-robed martial kings were bitten and forced to flee in terror, howling in pain.
Upon closer inspection, everyone's clothes were tattered, their bodies were covered in wounds, and there wasn't a single patch of good skin on them. Fingers, bits of flesh, and half a hand were scattered all over the ground!
"this......."
"Too cruel!"
The surviving black-armored soldiers, witnessing this scene, turned pale, their legs cramped, and they almost collapsed to the ground.
That's not a turtle at all.
It's clearly an ancient ferocious beast disguised in a tortoise shell!
Meanwhile, inside the house.
Li Wudao gently settled Shen Ming beside the soft couch.
Li Nanzhi, who had been suppressing her fear and grief, finally broke her taut heartstrings when she saw the boy's familiar and calm face up close.
"Cousin... I knew you were still alive..."
She choked back tears, like a child who had suffered a great injustice, and suddenly threw herself into Li Wudao's arms, bursting into tears as if she wanted to vent all her fear, helplessness and worry.
The crying, which started out loud, gradually became weaker.
The long-term mental stress and physical exhaustion turned into a huge sense of fatigue after seeing her loved ones, and she fell into a deep sleep in Li Wudao's arms.
Feeling the girl in his arms breathing evenly and her soft body gradually relaxing, Li Wudao's cold gaze softened slightly.
He gently patted Li Nanzhi's back, his touch unusually tender, and murmured:
"Go to sleep, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep..."
He covered the girl with a thin quilt, gazing at her slightly furrowed brows even in her sleep, the last trace of tenderness in his eyes vanished.
Instead, there was a chilling cold that covered thousands of miles.
He stood up, like a sword drawn from its sheath, and turned to step out of the room.
Inside the courtyard, the stench of blood was so thick it was almost unbearable, pervasive and nauseating.
The green-haired turtle was biting Qi Xinghai's arm tightly, and the sound of bones cracking was sickening.
The two black-robed martial kings had already fallen into pools of blood, their bodies almost entirely covered in wounds, barely clinging to life, clearly beyond saving.
Seeing the boy approach, the green-haired turtle reluctantly released its mouth and asked in a gruff voice, "Kid, what should we do with the rest of these small fish?"
Its tortoise claws pointed to the surviving soldiers huddled in the corner, trembling like leaves.
Li Wudao's indifferent gaze swept across the entire room, and the air seemed to freeze wherever his eyes fell.
His lips parted slightly, his tone cold and devoid of any warmth:
"Kill, leave no one behind."
"Got it!"
The green-haired turtle let out an excited, strange cry.
It leaped up suddenly, its seemingly clumsy tortoise claws containing terrifying power.
With a single swipe of its claws, it crushed the chest of a soldier who was trying to block, sending him flying backward.
Instantly, it transformed into a black lightning bolt, almost invisible to the naked eye, and swiftly and fiercely charged into the group of soldiers who had already lost their will to fight.
"what!"
"Spare your life!"
"Do not--!"
Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sound of bones shattering rose and fell, just like before.
Where the black lightning passed, the soldiers fell like harvested wheat stalks, their blood staining every inch of the courtyard.
In just a few breaths, apart from Qi Xinghai, who had been deliberately left behind, there was no one left standing in the courtyard.
Li Wudao walked slowly through the blood and corpses scattered on the ground, his expression indifferent, as if the ground beneath his feet was not a battlefield, but an ordinary path.
The piercing screams that rose and fell reached his ears, but they failed to stir any emotion in him; they only seemed noisy to him.
He walked up to Qi Xinghai, who was slumped on the ground, trembling with pain and fear. He bent down, grabbed the man's neck tightly, and lifted him off the ground like a chick.
The chilling killing intent was almost tangible, locking Qi Xinghai in place.
Li Wudao stared at his face, which was contorted and red from suffocation, and spoke in a cold voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from the deepest hell, carrying a deep-seated hatred and an extremely cold killing intent:
"They slaughtered countless innocent people, tormented my fellow disciples in the Xuantian Sect, and now they dare to extend their claws to my cousin..."
"Qi Xinghai, tell me, how do you want to die?!"