After crying for a moment, he affectionately held the skeleton opposite him and gently said, "Yun’er, you can be saved. Our wait wasn’t in vain. Once I get the Emperor Flowing Pulp, you can be resurrected!"
Of course, the skeleton did not respond.
But the man seemed to hear something, smiling with a doting expression, "I know, you’re happy too, right?"
With that, he slowly leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on the skeleton.
The kiss was so long-lasting.
After a long while, he finally lifted his head again, then carefully cradled the skeleton in his arms.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to find the Emperor Flowing Pulp!"
With those words, he stood up tall, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and a Sword Intent flickered, splitting the grass hut and the White Bone Mountain beneath him into two.
In the rumbling sound of collapse, a sword light shot up from the collapsing White Bone Mountain, flying straight into the man’s hand.
It was a long sword made of white bone.
The man clasped the Sword Ridge with his hands, cradling the skeleton, and walked step by step towards the horizon.
When he reached the pitch-black sky, he raised his hand and slashed with the sword.
A sword light cut straight through, and then the sky shattered with a thunderous roar.
Then he looked down at the planet beneath his feet and said flatly, "Yun’er, you really hate this place, right? Then I’ll destroy it!"
Saying so, his entire being burst with Sword Intent, and he slashed out with the sword again while softly commanding.
"Open!"
The sword light plunged directly into the ground.
Immediately, the entire planet began to tremble, and amid the booming sound, a massive crack appeared on the surface, rapidly extending into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, the entire planet was split in half and then completely shattered.
Amid the earth-shattering noise, the man, holding the skeleton, transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the vast void.
The Dragon Secret Realm began to bustle with activity.
Almost all the elite of the Dragon Clan poured out, guarding the place like a fortress.
But even so, Ao Qing still felt somewhat uneasy and continued to mobilize troops and deploy strategies, striving for perfection.
By contrast, Xue An and Huyue were much more relaxed.
The two of them were even leisurely enjoying some tea.
"Old Xue, when do you think the Emperor Flowing Pulp will appear?" Huyue asked.
"I don’t know!"
"I heard that it’s very difficult to collect. How confident are you in subduing it when the time comes?"
"Not sure."
"Why would the Emperor Flowing Pulp appear here?"
"No idea!"
Xue An’s three responses left Huyue very dissatisfied, "Hey, Xue, you don’t know anything, so how are we supposed to handle this?"
Xue An replied calmly, "How to handle it, we handle it. Is thinking about it now really useful? But you...."
"What about me?"
Xue An said with a half-smile, "Haven’t you considered that such a big event will surely alarm the Qingqiu Fox Country, and if the Great Elder comes, how will you deal with it?"
Hearing Xue An’s words, Huyue shrunk his neck in fright, "Don’t scare me like that. The Great Elder wouldn’t leave the Qingqiu Fox Country unless it was particularly important!"
"What about the other elders?"
Huyue’s face turned grim.
Because Xue An’s conjecture was not without reason.
Although the Fox Clan of Qingqiu Fox Country, unlike the Dragon Clan, doesn’t urgently need the Emperor Flowing Pulp,
This is, after all, a matter concerning the entire Demon Race. There’s no reason Qingqiu Fox Country wouldn’t send someone.
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