novelapdf Chapter 270 I Make a Dazzling Debut! So Handsome He Makes the Charming Female Cultivator Cry
Chapter 270 I Make a Dazzling Debut! So Handsome He Makes the Charming Female Cultivator Cry
As the spiritual power of a peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator frantically poured into his dantian, the sword emitted an uncontrollable, sharp sword cry.
"My senior brother is over there."
Mo Chengyue's gaze swept over the four women in front of him, his voice carrying an unyielding resolve.
"And my second senior sister and my junior brother."
Upon hearing this, Yu Jianhuan paused mid-air while playing with her nails.
Su Qingying tightened her grip on the Jade Spirit Sword.
Jin Qiaoqiao and Lin Miaoyin's eyes also trembled violently.
The four women stared at the man in astonishment.
They knew Mo Chengyue too well.
This is an extremely selfish person who calculates gains and losses in everything and avoids trouble as much as possible.
He always runs away faster than anyone else when faced with danger from which he has no vested interest.
But now, facing a perilous and doomed situation with fifty against five and at a significant disadvantage, he showed no sign of backing down or weighing the pros and cons.
His unreserved protectiveness and murderous intent made him shine brightly at that moment.
"I'm going to save them."
Mo Chengyue then spoke, his tone resolute with no room for negotiation.
Yu Jianhuan let out a long breath, her peach blossom eyes filled with confusion.
"Don't you usually prioritize staying alive the most?"
"That's a battle formation made up of fifty high-level Core Formation stage cultivators. What's the difference between you charging in alone and suicide?"
Jin Qiaoqiao couldn't help but step forward, her ahoge (a stray hair on her head) standing straight up.
"If something happens to you here, what will happen to the backlash from the contract on my body?"
"Human cultivators are just so emotional; this situation is clearly a bottomless pit."
Lin Miaoyin wrapped her robe even tighter, her cold and beautiful face full of worry.
"Junior brother, have you thrown all your survival techniques into this wilderness?"
"We can take a long-term approach and slowly create an opening by setting up a magic array on the outside."
Su Qingying did not offer any words of dissuasion; she simply silently drew the Biling Sword an inch further, demonstrating her stance through her actions.
Mo Chengyue watched their different reactions, his cold and stern face remaining completely unmoved.
"You can choose to fight alongside me."
Mo Chengyue's gaze passed over the four women and fell upon the devastated plain.
"You can also choose to stay in the shadows and provide cover for me."
"But I don't have time to wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give the four top female cultivators, each with their own thoughts, any time to think or respond.
A muffled thunderous boom echoed through the air.
Mo Chengyue stepped out with the Heavenly Gang Soaring Dragon Step from the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique.
He transformed into a blinding streak of lightning, leaping out of the concealment array first.
With unstoppable momentum, he charged headlong into the meat grinder, a place teeming with deadly danger.
"What a madman."
Yu Jianhuan stomped her feet in anger as she watched the lightning bolt disappear into the distance.
"Only he would do such a losing business."
Despite complaining, she didn't hesitate to activate her inner energy and follow after him, becoming a blur.
Jin Qiaoqiao snorted coldly, and a dazzling peacock phantom appeared behind her.
"This princess cannot watch her long-term meal ticket die in a place like this."
She transformed into a streak of seven-colored light, following closely behind Yu Jianhuan as she rushed down the hill.
Su Qingying became one with her sword, transforming into a sharp, emerald-green sword light that tore through the air.
Looking at the four resolute figures ahead, Lin Miaoyin gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"It seems impossible to live peacefully in these ruins."
She flicked her wide sleeves, her figure as light as a falling leaf, drifting towards the bloody battlefield.
The core of the battle formation lies beneath the hills.
Xie Buci leaned against the air, his clothes half-open, revealing his delicate collarbone.
His once charming, peach-blossom eyes were now filled with chilling murderous intent.
"These righteous little brats are really like leeches that you can't shake off."
Xie Buci played with the white jade wine cup in his hand, and a cloud of pink peach blossom miasma corroded all the dozens of spells that were blasted from the outside.
"Second Junior Sister, please control your temper. Don't burn these delicate righteous female cultivators."
He even had the leisure to turn his head and tease his fellow disciples.
Standing beside him was Qin Wanzhuang, dressed in a black outfit, her high ponytail dancing wildly in the wind.
The slender sword in her hand burst into flames.
"If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut with my sword."
Qin Wanzhuang swung her sword, and the domineering blazing sun sword energy forced back the three righteous cultivators who were rushing towards her.
"If you hadn't insisted on provoking that righteous saintess just now, we wouldn't have ended up in this encirclement."
"The battle formation of these fifty high-level cultivators is indeed quite troublesome."
Xie Buci yawned lazily, seemingly unconcerned about the dire situation before him.
"I wonder where that heartless third brother is hiding in now, having a good time."
Wenren Ji held the ancient sword, which was taller than himself, and stood at the very edge with his slender figure.
His eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, were fixed on the enemy ahead, and he remained silent.
A deathly sword intent emanated from his hand, silently slicing a righteous cultivator who attempted a sneak attack in two.
"It's so noisy."
This junior apprentice, who was sparing with words, simply uttered two words coldly.
Xie Buci burst into laughter, and the Peach Blossom Miasma expanded outward by another inch.
"Junior brother, you don't understand. It would be so boring if we didn't talk about something during a fight."
The two disciples following behind them were covered in cold sweat and struggling to stay upright.
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, our spiritual energy is about to give out."
"The attacks from outside are getting more and more frequent."
Qin Wanzhuang didn't even turn her head; the sword energy in her hand grew even sharper.
"We have to hold on, even if we can't. The Hehuan Sect doesn't tolerate useless people who die standing up."
She snorted coldly, and the blazing sun sword energy in her hand surged once more.
"At times like this, we have to fight our way out ourselves; don't count on the third brother."
"Faced with a situation like this, he would have already made a run for it."
Just as they were preparing to break through the formation at all costs...
A blinding bolt of lightning, like divine punishment, struck down heavily from the corner of the hill.
The strong wind made the figure's robes flutter loudly.
Amidst flashes of lightning, several high-level lightning talismans and formation-breaking talismans were simultaneously thrown towards the weakest point of the battle formation.
The intense fluctuations of spiritual energy created a visible, violent shockwave in mid-air.
Mo Chengyue's familiar figure appeared in the lightning, directly shattering the two layers of defensive light screen surrounding the righteous cultivators.
The flying sword in his hand carried an unstoppable sword aura, forcefully tearing a gap in the ironclad battle formation.
This sudden turn of events threw the fifty righteous cultivators into chaos.
A loud bang echoed in the sky.
"I've made my grand entrance!"