AWB Chapter 225 Rescue Arrives
Chapter 225 Rescue Arrives
Wei Yu suppressed the excruciating pain within him, his eyes coldly fixed on the white-haired old man, his tone resolute, "You want to kill me? You want to take the Lotus? You'd better see if you have the ability!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yu slowly raised his small hand, guiding the spiritual energy of the lotus to gather around his body, forming a golden shield.
However, because the fusion was interrupted and the flow of spiritual energy was disrupted, this golden shield was much weaker than before.
"Hahaha! Skill?"
The white-haired old man burst into laughter, his eyes filled with disdain. "You brat, even if you can control a trace of the lotus's power, you're no match for me!"
"Moreover, your fusion has been interrupted, you are severely injured, and your aura is chaotic. Killing you would be as easy as turning my hand!"
"Disciples, charge! Kill this brat and seize the lotus flower; each of you will receive a hefty reward!"
The white-haired old man roared and waved his hand, signaling the Golden Core cultivators behind him to launch an attack.
"Yes, Elder!"
More than a dozen Golden Core cultivators responded in unison, unleashing their full spiritual energy. They drew their longswords, staring coldly at Wei Yu, and rushed towards the lotus flower.
Two late-stage Golden Core cultivators took the lead, charging ahead at the forefront. Their spiritual energy was much denser and their speed was much faster than that of the other cultivators.
"You brat, prepare to die!"
A cultivator at the late Golden Core stage roared and swung his longsword, unleashing a massive spiritual energy blade that slashed fiercely towards Wei Yu with immense power.
Wei Yu's expression changed, and he quickly guided the lotus's spiritual energy to reinforce the golden shield.
hum-
The golden shield trembled slightly, barely managing to block the spiritual energy blade, but the enormous impact still forced Wei Yu to retreat repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth once more.
"Such immense power!"
Wei Yu was filled with shock. This late-stage Golden Core cultivator was more than one level stronger than the previous Golden Core cultivators.
Just then, another cultivator at the late Golden Core stage rushed to the lotus flower, his long sword aimed fiercely at Wei Yu's chest, each strike potentially fatal.
Wei Yu quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow, but the sword's energy still grazed his arm, and blood flowed instantly.
"Kid, let's see how long you can hide!"
The late-stage Golden Core cultivator sneered and once again swung his longsword, unleashing a series of spiritual energy blades at Wei Yu, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
The other Golden Core cultivators also launched their attacks, showering the lotus with streams of spiritual energy and a barrage of skills.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of earth-shattering roars echoed through the valley, and cracks instantly appeared on the golden shield, threatening to shatter at any moment.
Wei Yu sat on the lotus, his body covered in wounds, his breath growing weaker and weaker. He tried his best to guide the lotus's spiritual energy to resist the cultivators' attacks, but he was still struggling.
He knew that if things continued like this, the golden shield would be broken sooner or later, and then he would be in dire straits, becoming the white-haired old man's prisoner, or even being killed on the spot.
"Old white-haired Taoist priest, how dare you hurt me!"
Wei Yu roared, a fierce glint in his eyes. He mustered all his strength, guiding the spiritual energy of the lotus to gather in his hand, forming a golden ball of light, which he then hurled at a Golden Core cultivator.
The golden ball of light, carrying immense power and moving at incredible speed, struck the Golden Core cultivator in the chest in an instant.
puff-
The Golden Core cultivator let out a shrill scream as his body was instantly pierced by the golden light, and he collapsed to the ground, dying on the spot.
Ding!
A system notification sounded: [Player Wei Yu (Chosen One) has killed a Golden Core cultivator, gaining 10000 experience points and +1 Divine Soul Power!]
Although he had killed a Golden Core cultivator, Wei Yu's aura became even weaker, and the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted.
"Oh? It can fight back? That's interesting."
The white-haired old man stood there, watching this scene. A look of surprise appeared on his face, followed by a disdainful smile. "However, it's all in vain!"
"Since you resist so stubbornly, I will personally take action and send you to your death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man flashed and appeared in front of Lianhua in an instant. The ancient longsword in his hand shone with a cold light and stabbed fiercely towards Wei Yu's chest.
This sword strike was incredibly fast and incredibly powerful, carrying the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Wei Yu simply couldn't dodge it!
"not good!"
Wei Yu's expression changed drastically, and his heart was filled with despair. He could feel the breath of death rapidly approaching him.
Is he going to die here?
Could it be that this chosen one is about to perish before he even has a chance to prove himself?
Just as the longsword was about to pierce Wei Yu's chest, an angry shout of killing suddenly came from the entrance of the valley.
"Stop! You old fool, daring to harm the Chosen One, you're asking for death!"
As soon as the words fell, a red figure rushed in from the entrance of the valley like an arrow, wielding a huge longsword and slashing fiercely at the white-haired old man.
It's the Mad Blade God of War!
With his formidable strength and incredible speed, he arrived at Linya Valley first, just in time to see the white-haired old man about to kill Wei Yu.
The white-haired old man's expression changed as he sensed the attack from behind. Helpless, he had no choice but to abandon his attempt to kill Wei Yu and instead swung his sword back at the Mad Blade War God.
boom--
The longsword and the long saber clashed, and a huge shockwave swept around. The Mad Saber God of War was forced to retreat, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The white-haired old man was also forced to take a step back.
"Holy crap! This old guy is way too strong!"
Mad Blade War God rubbed his numb arm, a look of surprise on his face, his heart filled with solemnity.
He could sense that the white-haired old man's strength far exceeded his expectations; even injured, he was not someone he could contend with alone.
"Who do you think you are, daring to meddle in my business?"
The white-haired old man looked at the Mad Blade God of War with icy eyes, his tone filled with killing intent and disdain.
"I am the Mad Blade God of War!"
The Mad Blade God of War gripped his longsword tightly, his sharp eyes fixed on the white-haired elder. His tone was resolute: "The Chosen One is the hope of all of us players. If you dare harm him, I dare kill you!"
After saying that, the Mad Blade War God once again swung his long blade and launched an attack on the white-haired old man. The long blade swung with a whistling sound, full of power.
Wei Yu sat on the lotus flower, looking at the suddenly appearing Mad Blade War God. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
He didn't know who Mad Blade War God was, nor why he had come to save him, but he could sense that Mad Blade War God had come to help him.
Thank you!
Wei Yu nodded slightly to the Mad Blade God of War, then quickly closed his eyes, circulated the remaining power in his body to heal his injuries, and continued to try to merge with the lotus.
He knew that only by quickly merging with the lotus and mastering its full power could he truly escape the current crisis and assist the players who came to help in killing the white-haired old man.
"Elder, we're here to help you!"
Seeing that the Mad Blade War God had come to help, more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators abandoned their attack on Wei Yu and turned to attack the Mad Blade War God instead.
In an instant, Mad Blade War God was surrounded by more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators. Although he was powerful, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the face of the attack of more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators.
"Damn it! You bastards, how dare you gang up on me!"
The Mad Blade War God roared, and swung his long blade once more, unleashing a massive blade aura that swept towards the surrounding Golden Core cultivators.
puff!puff!puff!
With several muffled thuds, several weaker Golden Core cultivators were struck by the sword energy and died on the spot, while the remaining Golden Core cultivators were also forced to retreat.
Just then, two cultivators at the late Golden Core stage seized the opportunity to launch an attack, and two huge spiritual energy blades slashed fiercely towards the back of the Mad Blade War God.
Mad Blade War God's expression changed. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only endure the two spiritual energy blades head-on.
puff-
The Mad Blade War God's back was slashed by a spiritual energy blade, and blood flowed down instantly. His breathing became somewhat disordered, and his combat power dropped significantly.
"Hahaha! So easily defeated!"
The white-haired old man sneered, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards the Mad Blade War God. He thrust his long sword fiercely towards the Mad Blade War God's chest, wanting to kill him with a single strike.
"not good!"
Mad Blade War God's expression changed drastically, his heart filled with despair. He could feel that he could no longer withstand this fatal blow.
Just then, a pale green light suddenly shot out from the entrance of the valley and landed on the Mad Blade War God. The wounds on the Mad Blade War God's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his aura also recovered slightly.
"Get out of the way!"
A clear female voice came from the entrance of the valley, and then several figures rushed in quickly. It was Milk Tea Not Sweet, and several players she had teamed up with.
"The milk foam isn't sweet enough! Give me some more sweetness!"
When Mad Blade War God saw that the milk foam wasn't sweet, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He quickly shouted and dodged to the side, barely avoiding the white-haired old man's attack.
Milk Tea No Sweet nodded, and quickly waved the staff in her hand. Rays of pale green healing light fell on the Mad Blade God of War, while at the same time, she released wisps of poisonous mist that enveloped the white-haired old man and the Golden Core cultivator.