229: Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for this one!

At this moment, the battle between Cultivators and Yao Beasts was in full swing, and the Foundation Establishment Cultivators had each locked onto their targets.

Lu Ming was in no rush to strike, instead observing from his position for a moment. His gaze eventually fell upon a battlefield where there was a Mid-stage Boiling Blood Violent Bear.

The violent bear was entirely crimson, its fur looking as if it had been drenched in fresh blood, emitting a heart-palpitating scarlet luster under the scorching sun!

This type of Yao Beast was known for its ferocity; even an ordinary Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would find it difficult to parry in a one-on-one situation.

And at this moment, a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator was struggling to hold on under the Boiling Blood Violent Bear's berserk onslaught.

His tattered Dharma robe and the dim protective spiritual light made him look quite wretched.

Clearly, this Cultivator had reached the end of his rope!

Seeing that his life was hanging by a thread, Zhao Ming caught a glimpse of a figure with a Silver Spear on his back, standing in mid-air.

In a flash of lightning, a thought raced through his mind.

"It's him! Zhao Zilong!"

He remembered this person; it was the Cultivator who had a reputation for being charitable!

Zhao Ming's eyes lit up immediately, and hope rekindled in his previously despairing heart.

However, Zhao Ming quickly calmed down. To be honest, he didn't really believe those rumors in his heart.

What kind of creatures are Cultivators? Did he not know?

Just look at himself!

Selfish, greedy without limit.

There was absolutely no such thing as a Cultivator who helped without expecting a return in the Cultivation World.

Zhao Ming projected his own thoughts onto others; if they were to swap identities, he would absolutely never risk his life to save someone under the claws and fangs of a Boiling Blood Violent Bear.

Therefore, asking this person for help rashly would likely result in being rejected.

Since that was the case...

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Zhao Ming's eyes.

"Since you like helping others so much, then go die for me!"

Zhao Ming felt no psychological burden at all. Better the Fellow Daoist dies than the poor Daoist, right!

With his mind made up, he began to fight while retreating, consciously luring the Boiling Blood Violent Bear toward Lu Ming.

As the battle circle gradually drew near, a flash of satisfaction at his success crossed his face, along with the secret joy of surviving a disaster.

Immediately, Zhao Ming shouted loudly in the direction of Lu Ming: "Fellow Daoist, please save me!"

He infused his voice with his magic power, and it spread throughout the area.

This was a small trick he played, intended to morally coerce Lu Ming.

As long as everyone heard it, surely you would be too embarrassed to refuse, right!

Having done all this, Zhao Ming did not delay any longer and was about to use an escape technique to slip away!

However, at this very moment, he suddenly felt the Qi and blood within his body draining away at an astonishing speed, and his spirit was rapidly withering.

It was as if an invisible giant mouth was greedily devouring all his vitality from within.

This sudden turn of events caused his figure to freeze abruptly, the wild joy on his face instantly stiffened, and then his complexion turned deathly pale.

"You really took me for a Saint." Lu Ming watched his clumsy performance, a sneer curling the corner of his mouth.

"Ignorant fool!"

From the moment Zhao Ming harbored evil thoughts, he had learned through his main body that this person had climbed onto the golden book ranking list!

Since the other party had malicious intent, Lu Ming would not be polite either, directly using the golden book to massively devour the other party's essence, Qi, and spirit.

However, he displayed an expression of righteousness on his face and responded loudly as well.

"Fellow Daoist, hold on, I am coming to save you!"

As he spoke, he rode his escape light and rushed over at high speed without hesitation. No one could find any fault with that!

However, no matter how fast Lu Ming moved, he couldn't stop Zhao Ming from staying frozen in mid-air.

In just an instant, the Boiling Blood Violent Bear had already closed in on Zhao Ming, and its giant claws, carrying a foul wind, slammed down.

"My life is over!"

Despair appeared in Zhao Ming's eyes. He didn't understand why such a bizarre phenomenon had suddenly appeared on him.

Could it be that he had suffered Qi Deviation?

But why did it have to be at this moment!

Looking at the figure rushing anxiously to rescue him, a surge of intense guilt welled up in Zhao Ming's heart.

Such a sincere person, yet I still wanted to harm him. I truly deserve to die!

Ah, no, he was indeed about to die!

Perhaps this was Karma!

As the last thought flashed through his mind, the giant palm had already crashed down.

Boom!

A dull, thunderous sound came, Zhao Ming's protective spiritual light shattered with a bang, and then his whole body plummeted into the Yao Beast horde below like a shooting star.

"No!"

Lu Ming wore a look of 'pain', and without hesitation, he dived headfirst into the surging beast tide!

"Is he crazy! He actually dared to break into the beast tide alone!"

"Fool, he's throwing his life away to save someone! Can't he see the other person was plotting against him earlier!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Fellow Daoist Zilong has ultimately fallen due to his own benevolence!"

The Cultivators who noticed this scene exclaimed one after another, their expressions varied.

They had originally thought that even if this person helped others, he would have some sense of measure, but now it looked like he was clearly just a hot-headed youth!

What a pity for all his cultivation and strength!

However, what they didn't know was that Lu Ming was just reluctant to waste the resources of a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Taking advantage of the cover of the beast tide, he quickly collected Zhao Ming's corpse into his Storage Pouch.

Then, he adjusted his expression, and with a look of grief and indignation, he shot up from the beast tide, overturning countless Yao Beasts along the way.

He stood in mid-air once again, confronting the Boiling Blood Violent Bear from afar!

"Evil beast, pay with your life!"

With a roar, his Silver Spear pierced through the air like a Dragon, aiming straight for the Boiling Blood Violent Bear's head!

Since he had made up his mind to be an attention-grabber, Lu Ming didn't mind showing a bit of his strength.

However, he didn't intend to use Spells. How could Spells be as shocking as using pure Physical Body strength to shake the Boiling Blood Violent Bear head-on!

Even if he wasn't skilled in spear techniques, don't forget that he once roamed the Cultivation World with a Demonic Halberd!

At this moment, the Silver Spear in his hand was no longer a nimble piercing weapon, but a heavy implement capable of sweeping across thousands of troops!

"Boom—"

A piercing sonic boom exploded.

As the spear wind whistled, his figure moved like lightning, smashing or sweeping; every strike carried the momentum of wind and thunder, smashing fiercely onto the Boiling Blood Violent Bear's massive body.

"Roar!"

The violent bear let out roars, yet it could do nothing to this annoying bug in front of it!

Not only could it not touch him, but in several pure collisions of strength, it actually fell into a disadvantage and was suppressed, retreating step by step!

It was fortunate that the Boiling Blood Violent Bear had thick skin and flesh, otherwise, it would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.

But the more Lu Ming fought, the more excited he became; he hadn't fought so heartily in a long time.

Hiding his strength every day, he had almost forgotten this refreshing feeling.

Fighting to the peak of the excitement, a gleam of light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, his magic power surged, forming a Spiritual Qi vortex, and he subconsciously used a halberd technique he hadn't used in a long time.

"Eight Desolations Fissure Abyss!"

Lu Ming let out a low shout, and his figure suddenly erupted.

The Silver Spear in his hand was like a thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, smashing down with awe-inspiring might!

A condensed semi-circular spear glow tore through the sky, emitting a roar that could collapse mountains and shatter stones along the way.

The Boiling Blood Violent Bear's fur stood on end, and a sense of mortal crisis instantly enveloped its entire body.

As its Yao power surged, it condensed a blood shield to block in front of it, but the moment it touched the spear glow, it shattered inch by inch like glass, and blood splashed everywhere.

The spear glow, with unstoppable momentum, struck the violent bear's head squarely.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the violent bear's head instantly exploded into a blood mist.

"Thump—"

The headless, massive beast body crashed to the ground.

Lu Ming stood with his spear retracted. At this moment, he was covered in blood, standing like a god of slaughter above ten thousand Yao Beasts.

This scene shocked everyone. Looking at that figure filled with Evil Qi, those who had just been mocking him immediately shut their mouths, looked around, and seeing no one paying attention to them, hurriedly slipped away quietly.