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Chapter 188 So dead
In the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhang Zhiyi helped Meng Bai's bald clone steady himself.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring venomously at Meng Bai high above, before feigning composure and saying, "Senior's cultivation is profound; this time, I have lost. I shall take my leave now..."

"Since you've admitted defeat, then leave behind all your magical treasures," Meng Bai said casually, toying with the Frostbow in his hand.

To be honest, he was also a bit confused. He couldn't figure out if Zhang Zhiyi was too weak or if Zhang Zhiyi was putting on an act. But now was not the time to discuss that; they could go back and review the situation later.

Unlike Zhang Zhili, Zhang Zhiyi laughed when he heard Meng Bai ask for a magic weapon, saying, "Senior, I have many magic weapons, but I can only keep one second-tier magic weapon."

"You really aren't afraid of death." Meng Bai, who had been staring at the Frostbow, raised his eyes and glared at him coldly.

His purpose in wanting the magic weapon was to remove the high-ranking robe Zhang Zhiyi was wearing. This robe had extremely strong protective power, and without removing it, the bald clone could not kill him.

"I have already admitted defeat. The Purple Lotus Palace Master of the River Drum Heavenly Palace is right here. Senior, do you intend to kill me in front of the River Drum Heavenly Palace?"

Zhang Zhiyi was, after all, someone capable of becoming a god, and he quickly recovered.

It doesn't matter if I lose, I still have my talisman god father and my righteous god grandfather, there will be plenty of opportunities to get back at him.

He continued with a smile, "Senior, my skills are inferior to yours, so leaving behind a second-tier magic treasure as an apology is only right. If you intend to take it all, it would be asking too much of me."

Although I am the direct grandson of a righteous god, and my father is a Four-Tier God, I still cannot afford to compensate for so many magical treasures.”

These words are already a threat.

That means: You injured me, and I'm already being generous by giving you a magic weapon as compensation. If it comes to a fight to the death, aren't you afraid of my grandfather and father?
Meng Bai and Su Xintang naturally understood what he meant.

The other celestial beings present also understood. Precisely because they understood, those disciples who were not from righteous god families were all very angry and began to discuss among themselves.

"It's only because Su Xintang won today. If she had lost, Zhang Zhiyi wouldn't have let her off so easily."

"After all, he has already attained godhood and is considered a core member of a righteous god family. Even if we defeat him, we can't really do anything to him. Sigh..."

"If we ever encounter Zhang Zhiyi in the future, it's best to avoid him. We really don't dare to provoke him."

"That's right. I think that immortal was worried about that, so he deliberately broke the bow to give both sides a way out."

"That must be it. You must know that this True Immortal never used his high-level magic treasures or immortal techniques from beginning to end. If he had really gone all out, Zhang Zhiyi would have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died. In the end, he was still afraid of the Zhang family."

The surrounding discussions were quite loud, and Zhang Zhiyi, as a spirit, heard them all clearly. The more he listened, the more smug he became.

He even deliberately added, "Oh, by the way, senior, I can't give you the Great Cold Prayer Wheel either. It's a replica of my grandfather's natal magic weapon and has special meaning."

"Heh~~" Even though Su Xintang had wanted to kill him for a long time, she was so angry at his current arrogant appearance that she laughed.

She communicated via voice message: "What should we do now? Should we just make him take off his Gaode robes?"

“Even if I tell him to take it off, he probably still won’t. He might just throw some other magic weapon at us to get rid of us.” Meng Bai shook his head.

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to let him walk away arrogantly after we win?" Su Xintang gritted her teeth, her small face filled with anger.

"Don't worry, I have a way to make him take it off on his own."

After saying that, Meng Bai controlled the bald clone while deliberately mocking, "Zhang Zhiyi, you don't want to give this or that. If you didn't know better, you would think you won this time."

"Senior is too kind." Zhang Zhiyi also revealed a mocking smile, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Just then, the bald clone next to Zhang Zhiyi leaned in and whispered, "Young master, I have a plan that will definitely make them lose face."

"Oh?" Zhang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

"Since you want to compensate him with a second-tier magic weapon, why not give him your high-virtue robe instead?"

"Fool!" Zhang Zhiyi immediately scolded, "Do you want me to parade around in my undergarments and embarrass myself alongside you all?"

"Young master, please don't be hasty, let me explain in detail. Just now, in the Heavenly Eagle Burial Formation, that treacherous True Immortal tore up the clothes of Young Master Zhili and us, all to humiliate my Zhang family!"

Why don't we turn the tables on him, take off Gao De's robes and say that he, a dignified true immortal, has no clothes to wear and is even stealing the robes of a Dharma protector...

"Hmm?" Zhang Zhiyi's expression softened.

The bald clone continued, "If this matter is spread, although no one will believe it, rumors don't care about the truth. In the future, as long as someone confronts that thief..."

They would inevitably hurl a curse, "You even stole the guardian's robes!" to humiliate the thief. Secondly, with this excuse, even if we were stripped naked, it wouldn't be considered shameful.

Good guy.

After saying this, Zhang Zhiyi's expression changed repeatedly.

He looked at the bald clone with a mixture of surprise and delight, and said, "How come I never noticed before that you had such a scheme?"

"It's all thanks to the two young masters' excellent guidance."

"Good, you're very good!"

Zhang Zhiyi gave a compliment and then immediately started taking off his clothes.

After taking off his clothes, he deliberately crumpled them into a ball and used his magic to hold them in the air.

Then, he said to Meng Bai, who was high up, "I see that you seem to be in dire need of clothes, and you even stole the clothes of my protector. This high-virtue robe of mine is a second-tier protective magic treasure, so I will give it to you, senior."

These words, upon being spoken, caused quite a stir, not to mention the onlookers around Tianling.

Even the Purple Lotus Palace Master couldn't help but frown; he felt that Zhang Zhiyi had gone too far.

Su Xintang naturally put on an angry expression as well.

As for Meng Bai, because he was wearing a mask, those around him could not see his expression, but they could hear him coldly say, "Since that's the case, why don't you take off your undergarments as well?"

To others, his voice sounded like he was suppressing anger.

But he just wanted to confirm whether Zhang Zhiyi's inner garment had any protective features.

Zhang Zhiyi was probably completely excited, because he actually took off his undershirt, baring his chest and looking at Meng Bai, saying, "Senior, do you like my pants? Huh? Hahahaha..."

"Alright, alright, alright! Zhang Zhiyi, I've remembered what happened today. I'll keep these two clothes safe for you. When you die, I'll go to your coffin and burn them for you." After saying that, Meng Bai reached out and took Gao De's robe and Zhang Zhiyi's inner garment, not giving him a chance to put them back on.

After getting the clothes, Meng Bai snorted coldly and sped away with Su Xintang.

As the two figures gradually disappeared into the horizon, the ordinary celestial beings in the crowd felt an indescribable sense of frustration.

"He just left like that?" Lu Shenyou stammered.

Logically speaking, he should be happy to see Su Xintang and Meng Bai humiliated.

But he couldn't be happy at all, because in his heart, Meng Bai was someone who had a good relationship with his great-aunt, so how could he swallow Zhang Zhiyi's anger?

Could it be that in his eyes the Lu family is far inferior to the Zhang family?

Lu Xiqing couldn't understand either, and shook her head, saying, "I don't know..."

"True Immortals... seem to be nothing special." Lu Shenyou smirked, his fear of Meng Bai completely gone, and he even felt a hint of contempt.

Since the other party dares not kill Zhang Zhili and Zhang Zhiyi, they also dare not kill him.

"Don't talk nonsense." Lu Xiqing's eyes also showed some disappointment.

No one knew that during these days, while she was feeling resentful towards Meng Bai, she was also slowly developing feelings of gratitude and admiration for him.

Because, although Meng Bai's primordial yang did not completely replenish her leaky body, it did replenish most of it.

In other words, she no longer needed to eat seventy or eighty catties of spiritual food every day to maintain her cultivation. This change in her life made her feel both resentful and grateful to Meng Bai whenever she thought about it, a complex mix of emotions.

Recalling Meng Bai's experience of cultivating for two lifetimes and still achieving true immortality, Lu Xiqing couldn't help but sketch in her mind a free-spirited and unrestrained image of Meng Bai with profound cultivation.

But just now...

This image has been ruined!
In Lu Xiqing's opinion, Zhang Zhiyi was so arrogant that even if Meng Bai didn't kill him, he should at least teach him a lesson. How could he just leave like that?
This is too frustrating!

Thinking of this, Lu Xiqing glanced with disgust at Zhang Zhiyi, who was still laughing loudly in the distance.

Zhang Zhiyi was extremely pleased with himself. Bare-chested, he laughed loudly at the people around him, saying, "So what if I'm a true immortal? So what if I'm a savior of suffering spirits? Nothing special, hahaha..."

Laughing, he then said to the bald clone, "You're quite good. You turned the tide with a single plan today. I will reward you. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"I really would like to ask you for something, young master," the bald clone immediately said, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Oh, tell me about it," Zhang Zhiyi continued with a smile.

"It's some private matter..." The bald clone deliberately showed an embarrassed expression and glanced at the guardians around him.

"Could it be that you've fallen for some maid? Hahaha..." Zhang Zhiyi laughed loudly and waved for the others to step back.

The bald clone also took the opportunity to step forward, looking as if he wanted to whisper something.

Zhang Zhiyi, unsuspecting, turned his head to listen: "Speak, what do you want?"

"I want..." the bald clone said, as the slave-training whip in his hand was unsheathed, revealing the magical short blade inside. He suddenly stabbed it into Zhang Zhiyi's heart, and the short blade instantly disappeared into his chest.

"...Your life." Meng Bai finished speaking, and the Xunfeng Blade Qi driven by his pseudo-god realm cultivation sprayed into Zhang Zhiyi's body through the short blade, constantly cutting into his internal organs.

With a loud "whoosh," Zhang Zhiyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which also contained some lung tissue.

He stared in disbelief at the bald-headed protector before him.

He wanted to speak, but the blood overflowing from his mouth rendered him speechless.

He could only use the last bit of his magic power to activate the "restriction spell" that the Zhang family used to control the guardians.

That's right, since he's a servant of the Dharma Protector, how could he not have any restrictions set up? But the bald Dharma Protector is long dead, so these control restrictions are useless.

This terrified Zhang Zhiyi, who used all his remaining spiritual power to telepathically question, "Why?"

"I told you, I'd burn your clothes for you." The bald protector chuckled and transmitted his thoughts back. At the same time, even more Xunfeng Blade Qi poured into Zhang Zhiyi's body.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiyi was taken aback at first, but then instantly understood.

The bald-headed "protector" in front of me, is he really a protector?
He's practically a true immortal!
Is this the method of a true immortal?
How on earth did he do it?
How come I didn't notice anything at all?
So, he tricked me into taking off my clothes just now, and from the very beginning, he had already decided to kill me?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiyi was filled with extreme regret and fear.

He hurriedly used his divine sense, which could only extend one meter, to desperately plead for mercy, "Senior! Senior, spare my life! Please, senior, spare my life! I will never dare to do it again, never dare to do it again, senior!!"

He felt his life rapidly slipping away, his strength being drained away bit by bit.

No matter how a mortal dies, their soul will return to the underworld to await reincarnation.

However, gods, celestial spirits, and all other beings who cultivate themselves can only return to the underworld if they die of old age.

In the event of an accidental death, the soul will immediately transform into unconscious energy and return to the world. If one is lucky, the energy may be drawn away by the Taiyin star, allowing for unconscious reincarnation.

If you're unlucky, you'll become part of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This is the price to pay for gaining abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

In other words, Zhang Zhiyi might die here, and if he's lucky, he might be reincarnated unconsciously, but finding his soul is impossible.

Senseless.

The seven guardians and Zhang Zhili on the side were dumbfounded.

Lu Xiqing, Lu Shenyou, and the other onlookers were stunned.

Even the Purple Lotus Palace Master, who was in the distance, was equally bewildered.

Some things are slow to be explained.

But in reality, it happens in an instant.

(End of this chapter)