90: Chapter 90 The Tragic Young Master's Nobleman 12

Inside Linhua Hall, Lu Zhan was focusing all his attention on studying a newly acquired sword technique.

However, suddenly, he inexplicably felt a wave of panic and confusion, and this sense of unease was difficult to calm.

"Could something have happened to Mo Yun?" Lu Zhan pondered secretly in his heart, then quickly untied a jade token from his waist.

He gathered his spiritual power into his index finger and lightly tapped the jade token; immediately following, a smear of fresh blood seeped from his fingertip and dripped onto the jade token.

The jade token instantly flashed with light, and the surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a bloody glow.

"It is actually an ominous sign."

Lu Zhan muttered to himself.

This jade token was meticulously crafted by Lu Zhan on the day Yun Lu left, using a drop of his essence blood; it could be used to sense Yun Lu's fortune and location.

With this ominous sign appearing, how could Lu Zhan remain calm?

His figure instantly vanished from the hall, leaving behind only silence.

Along the way, Lu Zhan was burning with anxiety; he could not imagine the danger Yun Lu might be facing.

He continuously circulated his spiritual power, attempting to obtain more information through the jade token, but amidst the flickering bloody light, it remained blurry and unclear.

At this moment, Lu Zhan had only one thought in his heart: to reach Yun Lu's side as quickly as possible.

Although he knew that Yun Lu was Mo Yun, the Demon Realm Demon Lord, and that his cultivation strength was already not inferior to his own, Mo Yun's current physical condition was special; if he were to encounter a powerful enemy, he feared...

Continuously increasing his speed and flying for a long time, passing through countless dense forests and steep mountain peaks, Lu Zhan finally arrived at the entrance of the Secret Realm.

There were still some Cultivators of the Soul Transformation Stage from various Sects here, receiving the young Disciple emerging one after another from the entrance; they looked flustered and carried a sense of gravity.

Although they had just urgently notified the Sect high-level officials, it would still take some time for the great Cultivator of the Sect to arrive here.

When they saw Lu Zhan's arrival, the expressions of everyone present undoubtedly calmed down quite a bit; after all, Lu Zhan's cultivation strength was well-known and recognized as powerful.

And the people from the Yunxiao Sect immediately gathered around to salute.

Wang Ruoxin's expression was anxious, and she hurriedly said to Lu Zhan.

"Senior Brother, quickly go save Junior Brother Yun Lu! A Body Integration Stage Demon Race appeared in the Secret Realm. He told us to come out first while he lured the Demon Race away himself; he is still inside the Secret Realm."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan's expression tightened, the worry in his eyes deepened, and without further ado, he entered the Secret Realm directly.

He headed in the direction sensed by the jade token; thick fog permeated the surroundings, making it difficult to see the scene ahead.

Lu Zhan spread out his Divine Sense, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, and flew rapidly forward; finally, in the very depths of the Secret Realm, he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

Approaching at high speed, when he finally saw the situation before him clearly, Lu Zhan's heart tightened involuntarily, and an indescribable heartache surged into his heart like a tide.

The place where Mo Yun was located was shrouded in Devilish Qi, gloomy and oppressive.

He was no longer the red-clad youth that was Yun Lu; holding the heavenly demon sword with rolling demonic flames, his Aura was domineering and sharp.

The red demonic patterns on his forehead were as vivid as blood, and his eyes were a dripping, vibrant red, just like two burning flame gemstones.

That long red hair scattered down his back danced wantonly under the blowing of the Devilish Qi, adding a few more points of an evil, charming, and wild Aura.

However, his body was covered in hideous wounds, some deep enough to see the bone, and fresh blood flowed like a small stream, dyeing his clothes red.

Even from the corners of his mouth, wisps of fresh blood overflowed, appearing exceptionally shocking on his pale face.

At this moment, he was fiercely entangled in battle in the air with a white-haired middle-aged man.

That white-haired middle-aged man had a cold, stern face, sinister eyes, and his whole body exuded a chilling Aura.

Lu Zhan found him very familiar; if he remembered correctly, the white-haired middle-aged man should be the previous Demon Lord, the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner, a veteran Body Integration Stage Cultivator whose strength was on par with his Revered Master.

And Mo Yun's cultivation was currently only at the Soul Transformation Stage; in front of this powerful opponent, he was clearly at a complete disadvantage, and being able to barely hold on until now was likely due to the extraordinary demonic sword in his hand.

It could be seen that before the Seal and Restriction were completely lifted, Mo Yun had already been forced into a desperate situation by a strong enemy and could only struggle to hold on.

Lu Zhan flew up, speeding over like a bolt of lightning, directly blocking the white-haired middle-aged man's sharp strike, and tightly protected Mo Yun behind him.

In the instant he flew over, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by his Aura, whipping up gusts of wind.

When Mo Yun saw his Senior Brother's figure clearly, his mind was already shaken; he had been seen in this ghostly state by his Senior Brother, and a wave of fear and unease instantly surged in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

The words that reached his ears were exceptionally gentle, as if carrying a heart-warming power.

Senior Brother did not seem to have any dislike or disgust, but on the contrary, cared for him deeply; this made his eyes moist, and he shed tears involuntarily.

Lu Zhan looked back at the slightly dazed Mo Yun, his eyes full of worry and urgency, and raised his hand to feed a Medicinal Pill directly into Mo Yun's mouth.

The warmth at his lips pulled back Mo Yun's consciousness; he used both hands to tightly clutch Lu Zhan's hem, as if he had grasped the last straw for survival.

"Senior Brother, I am in so much pain."

His words were full of grievances and coquettishness, and his voice carried a trace of trembling.

The heartache in Lu Zhan's eyes deepened; he raised his hand and gently patted Mo Yun's hands that were clutching his hem.

That hand was slender and powerful; in the moment of patting, it seemed as if an invisible force was transmitted to Mo Yun's body.

"The injuries you suffered today, Senior Brother will reclaim them for you one by one. You go to the side to heal your wounds first; leave everything else to Senior Brother."

Lu Zhan's voice was firm and powerful, as if he were promising something to Mo Yun.

After saying this, the Ling Shuang Sword in his hand pointed directly at the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner opposite him; his gaze was sharp, and his Aura was as cold and congealed as ice. Around him, the air seemed to be frozen, forming a cold zone.

"You actually dared to hurt him; then leave your life here."

Lu Zhan's words exploded in the sky like a thunderclap, filled with coldness and majesty.

An indescribable joy and excitement surged in Mo Yun's heart; he looked at Lu Zhan with eyes full of love—this was his Senior Brother.

And the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner opposite him was not in a very pleasant mood; at this moment, he was extremely gloomy. He was about to succeed, but never expected that such a powerful Righteous Path Cultivator would arrive.

And it was Mo Yun's Senior Brother, with whom he had an extraordinary relationship. Looking at the situation, the other party obviously knew Mo Yun was from the Demon Race, yet still wanted to shield him.

"Leave my life? You ignorant child are too arrogant."

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness.

Lu Zhan's gaze was cold and sharp; he smiled noncommittally.

"Then let us see the real results in battle."

His words had just fallen when his spiritual power surged throughout his body, surging like a tide.

He went straight up with his sword, as fast as lightning.

The sky was instantly divided into two; one side was icy cold air, shrouding Lu Zhan's figure, and the other was rolling Devilish Qi, surrounding the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner.

The two figures exchanged blows back and forth in the sky; wherever they went, the airflow surged, as if to tear the sky apart.

Wherever Lu Zhan passed, it was as if the air itself was frozen; the Ling Shuang Sword in his hand danced like flying, and sharp sword moves that seemed to pierce the sky struck down instantly.

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner could not block in time and was struck by a sword in the chest; his Aura withered, and fresh blood dripped, scattering a patch of crimson in the air.