69: Chapter 69 I, Shen Mengyao, am still invincible in a one-against-five fight! Grandmaster, save me!!

The two Loose Cultivator Saints vanished, leaving the five old Saints jumping in anger on the spot.

This drama had lost its appeal.

Lu Chen waved his hand casually, and the water mirror in mid-air rippled.

He prepared to switch to another area to continue watching the excitement of others.

Su Qiyue walked over from the side.

Holding a cup of freshly brewed Wudao Tea, she bent down to hand it to Lu Chen on the Grandmaster's chair.

Su Qiyue had just been caught back from the Underground Spiritual Spring not long ago, and she was only wearing a thin robe.

She wasn't wearing any undergarments, and having just been nourished by the spiritual spring, she was covered in sweat.

The moisture quickly soaked through the thin fabric.

The fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her curves.

Lu Chen took the teacup and took a sip.

His gaze fell on Su Qiyue's chest; under the soaked fabric, the scenery was faintly visible.

Pink and white distinct, it was quite dazzling.

Lu Chen put down the teacup, raised his hand to cast a Water-Repelling Art, and a bolt of spiritual light hit Su Qiyue directly.

Her clothes instantly became dry and crisp.

"You didn't even use your spiritual power to dry yourself after bathing?" Lu Chen leaned back against the chair and scolded casually.

"How improper!"

Su Qiyue looked down at her chest blankly, not feeling anything was wrong at all.

"Revered Master, everyone else here is a girl, no one will look."

Su Qiyue rubbed her belly.

Yun Qianyue, who was nearby, had been staring at the movement here.

She turned around quietly, forced her spiritual power behind her, and the fur on her nine fox tails was instantly covered in water droplets as she walked to Lu Chen's Grandmaster's chair.

Yun Qianyue directly squatted down and lay on Lu Chen's lap.

Looking up, she brought her fluffiest fox tail in front of Lu Chen.

"Revered Master~"

She intentionally puffed out her chest.

"The fox fur on my chest is wet too."

Yun Qianyue grabbed Lu Chen's wrist and pulled it toward herself.

"Revered Master, quickly use your hand to wipe it for me~ Others can't wipe it clean~"

Lu Chen had just picked up the teacup and taken his second sip.

Before he could swallow, his Divine Sense suddenly detected an anomaly.

The image in the water mirror in mid-air had just finished switching, freezing on a dilapidated black altar.

Lu Chen saw the image in the water mirror clearly.

Pfft! A mouthful of tea was sprayed out directly, hitting Yun Qianyue's face as she leaned in.

Yun Qianyue wiped the tea from her face and pouted aggrievedly.

"Revered Master, what are you doing!"

Lu Chen ignored her completely, suddenly sat up straight, and stared intently at the water mirror.

The reason he sprayed his tea was entirely because the image in the water mirror made him the subject of the very drama he was spectating.

In the water mirror image.

A desolate underground altar was surrounded by broken stone pillars and dried bloodstains.

Yunxiao Holy Land Saintess Shen Mengyao was leaning against half a stone pillar, gasping for breath.

Her original Saintess magic robe had turned into tattered strips, exposing large patches of snow-white skin to the air, covered in crisscrossing bloody gashes.

Her left arm was severed at the root.

Five figures surrounded Shen Mengyao tightly in the center.

These five people were all top Prodigies of various major overlord forces.

Wanhua Immortal Gate's Second Saint, Wan Tianming.

Zixiao Holy Land Saintess, Zi Yuer.

The Saint and Goddess of the Zifu Holy Land: Wang Qian, Jiuyao Ziwei, and Su Mo.

These five people stood in a pentagram formation, blocking all of Shen Mengyao's escape routes.

Zixiao Holy Land Saintess Zi Yuer stood directly in front.

Her eyes were glowing with purple light at this moment, and two runes were constantly rotating within them.

Zi Yuer took a step forward, her long sword pointing at Shen Mengyao.

"Shen Mengyao, stop pretending!"

Zi Yuer sneered repeatedly.

"Did you really think the things your Yunxiao Holy Land did could deceive everyone?"

Zi Yuer pointed to her eyes.

"My Spirit Brightness Divine Pupil has already traced the traces of the scene."

The long sword in her hand erupted with a piercing sword hum.

"That thief who went around bagging people and clubbing them, that scoundrel who wore the robes of our three Holy Lands to kill and rob everywhere!"

"It's your Yunxiao Holy Land's Lin Bufan!"

Zi Yuer spat out these words.

Zifu Holy Land's Prodigy Wang Qian stepped forward, holding a Talisman flickering with lightning.

"This demoness lost an arm and is still quite good at running. To catch her, I wasted three of my Escape Talismans."

Jiuyao Ziwei snorted coldly, swung the Purple Gold Whip in her hand, and lashed the ground, smashing a deep pit.

"Daring to provoke our Zifu Holy Land, today we will skin you and pull out your tendons!"

Su Mo stood aside.

"Junior Sister, why get angry with a dead person."

To the right, Wanhua Immortal Gate's Second Saint Wan Tianming strode out.

Holding a vast ocean heaven-dry staff weighing over ten thousand catties, Wan Tianming's muscles bulged high with anger.

"What's with all the nonsense!" Wan Tianming rudely interrupted Zi Yuer.

Grabbing the middle of the long staff with both hands, he slammed it heavily onto the ground.

With a loud boom, the ground within a ten-foot radius cracked violently.

"Since we can't find that shrinking turtle Lin Bufan now, we'll start with you!"

Shen Mengyao interrupted their speech.

"Stop your nonsense! Even if I've lost an arm and am fighting one against five, I am still invincible in this world!"

Seeing this, Wan Tianming raised the vast ocean heaven-dry staff high.

"Today, I'll take your life as the Yunxiao Saintess to pay the debt!"

"A life for a life, a debt for money!"

"Take a blow from my staff!"

Violent water-attribute spiritual power condensed on the staff's shadow, turning into a blue water Dragon that roared and smashed toward Shen Mengyao.

Shen Mengyao gritted her teeth, holding her last remaining short sword horizontally above her head.

She injected the last trace of spiritual power in her body into the sword's blade.

The water Dragon crashed into the short sword.

Crack.

The Low Grade Saint-rank short sword snapped in the middle.

Shen Mengyao was sent flying by the massive impact, crashing heavily into the half-broken stone pillar behind her.

The stone pillar collapsed with a bang, burying half of her body in the pile of rubble.

"Pfft!" Shen Mengyao tilted her head back and sprayed out a large mouthful of blood.

Her cheeks were as pale as paper, and her internal organs had shifted.

A sense of despair welled up in her heart.

She was truly so wronged!

After entering the Secret Realm, she had been honestly digging for Spiritual Plants and fighting Yao Beasts, never even saying a harsh word to anyone.

As a result, as soon as she reached this altar, she was directly blocked by these five people.

From the start, it was a merciless lethal strike.

She only figured things out halfway through the fight; it was all because Lin Bufan was frantically drawing hatred outside, impersonating others to kill and loot, and finally being exposed by Zi Yuer's Spirit Brightness Divine Pupil.

The creditors couldn't find Lin Bufan, so they vented all their anger on her, the Yunxiao Saintess.

This scapegoating was not only life-threatening but also incredibly frustrating!

Shen Mengyao cursed frantically in her heart.

Lin Bufan! You bastard! You're out there acting cool and being a sneaky prick, while I'm in here being mobbed by a crowd! This is no way to live!

Shen Mengyao struggled to crawl out of the rubble, leaning against a stone to barely support her body from falling.

A piercing pain came from the stump of her left shoulder.

But she could clearly feel death approaching.

The three from Zifu Holy Land flanked her from three directions, their spiritual power completely locking down this space.

Overwhelming killing intent locked onto Shen Mengyao.

"Give up struggling." Zi Yuer approached step by step.

"My Spirit Brightness Divine Pupil can see through all your attack routes and even briefly trace back."

Zi Yuer pressed her long sword against Shen Mengyao's throat.

On the cliff top.

Everyone watching the scene stood up.

"Oh no! Senior Sister Shen is in danger!" Su Xuner cried out in alarm.

Lu Chen waved his hand.

"What's the rush." Lu Chen picked up the cup of tea again and took a sip.

"With me here, she won't die!"

Lu Chen clicked his tongue twice, staring at the pathetic Shen Mengyao in the water mirror.

This Lin Bufan actually had a bit of his own style from back in the day.

But his technique was too crude.

When killing and looting, the most important thing is to destroy all evidence.

Being found out is a failure.

It seems he'll have to start a Sneaky Prick Special Training Class when he gets back to properly train this group of disciples and grand-disciples.

Lu Chen pointed at Zi Yuer in the water mirror.

"Spirit Brightness Divine Pupil!"

"Not bad, not bad. A divine eye is a path to invincibility; an extra eye means an extra path!"

Wei Hongyu rolled her eyes from the side; even at a time like this, he still had the leisure to summarize lessons learned.

"Your Saintess is about to be killed! She's already lost an arm!"

On the altar ruins.

The lights of various Magic Treasures illuminated this dim space.

The attacks of the five great Prodigies fell simultaneously.

Earth-shattering spiritual power fluctuations swept toward Shen Mengyao, and the entire space trembled violently.

Shen Mengyao was covered in blood.

Facing this unavoidable killing blow, Shen Mengyao raised her head.

"Grandmaster, save me!!!"

Zi Yuer mocked.

"Don't waste your energy. We aren't the big bullying the small; we are of the same generation. Senior Emperor Yun won't interfere!"

The shout echoed over the altar.

On the cliff top, Lu Chen put down the teacup in his hand.

The bottom of the cup tapped on the stone table, making a crisp sound.

"The timing is just right." Lu Chen stood up and straightened the hem of his black robe.

Taking a step forward, his figure instantly blurred as he directly entered the Void Realm.

Spatial fluctuations suddenly arose.

Zi Yuer's long sword was only an inch away from Shen Mengyao's brow.

The cold light of the sword tip reflected on Shen Mengyao's desperate face, as the surrounding spiritual power killing moves hung suspended in mid-air.

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