What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

Chu Tianhan crushed the talisman.

The cyan talisman shimmered with spiritual light between his fingers, and a three-zhang-long lightning spear materialized out of thin air, its entire body flowing with purple-gold lightning arcs.

One-third the power of a magic weapon used during the Core Formation stage.

"Go to hell!"

Chu Tianhan's face contorted, and he thrust his right hand forward suddenly. The lightning spear flew out of his hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, and pierced straight towards Lin Yuan's chest.

Lin Yuan's pupils constricted.

A flash of lightning seemed to strike his mind. The Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots were indeed fast, but the speed of this lightning spear had already reached the limit of the Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots' movement. In this passage, which was less than two zhang wide, there was simply nowhere to dodge.

He crossed his arms to protect his chest, frantically channeling his magic into the Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt.

The icy blue patterns on the surface of the top-grade magic robe suddenly lit up, and a layer of ice crystal shield several inches thick formed, enveloping his entire body.

The lightning spear struck the ice cover.

"Kara la la—!"

The ice crystal shield held for less than half a breath. Cracks spread wildly from the point of contact in a spiderweb pattern, and then the entire shield shattered inch by inch.

The moment the ice crystal shield shattered, the remaining power of the lightning spear struck Lin Yuan's chest.

The array patterns on the surface of the Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt flickered wildly, dissipating the remaining force layer by layer. Lin Yuan was blasted backward, sliding seven or eight zhang, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, and his back slamming heavily against the stone wall.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The icy blue patterns on the Hundred Flowers Ice Silk Dress faded, and dozens of fine cracks appeared on the surface of the fabric.

The defensive power of the top-grade magic robe was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Chu Tianhan was stunned for a moment.

He had thought that this shot would be enough to blast his opponent into pieces. Even if a Qi Refining stage cultivator was wearing top-grade magic robes, it would be impossible for them to withstand a blow from a Core Formation stage talisman.

Chu Tianhan's face twitched.

With a flick of his finger, the lightning spear in mid-air hummed and trembled. The purple-gold lightning arc on the spear had dimmed slightly, but it still carried a terrifying power, drawing a tricky arc in the passage and stabbing down towards Lin Yuan's head once again.

The wind and thunder phantom boots beneath Lin Yuan's feet suddenly glowed with light, and he shifted sideways.

The lightning spear grazed his earlobe, and the purple-gold lightning arc scorched a few strands of his hair.

Just then, a dark red blade of light shot out from the side.

The Blood-Breaking Blade transformed into a two-zhang-long crimson blade of light, aiming straight for Chu Tianhan's back.

Chu Tianhan spread his divine sense and sensed the danger, turning to the side.

The blade grazed his ribs, slicing through his robes and flesh. A foot-long gash stretched from his ribs to his waist, blood splattering everywhere.

Chu Tian twisted his fingers, turned them, and the lightning spear changed direction, flying towards Jiang Huaiyue.

"Jiang Huaiyue, since you've chosen to betray us, then die first!"

The lightning spears roared, and the purple-gold lightning arcs left dazzling streaks of light in the narrow passage.

Jiang Huaiyue's face showed despair. She was severely injured, and having just activated the Blood Blade of Breaking Qi, she had exhausted most of her magic power, leaving her with no strength left to dodge.

Dead.

The thought had just popped into my head.

A blur exploded behind Chu Tianhan.

Lin Yuan appeared behind Chu Tianhan with unprecedented speed.

With a flick of his left hand, a jet-black Yin Sha Nine Nether Thunder Pearl flew out of his hand and headed towards the back of the opponent.

At the same time, the Splitting Light Shadowless Sword shot out.

The silver sword light split into six in mid-air, and six sharp sword beams spread out in a fan shape, blocking all of Chu Tianhan's escape routes.

The sword light, which originally could only split into three, now has three more.

Chu Tianhan felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

He didn't need to look back at all; just by sensing the energy, he knew that once the thunder pearl behind him exploded, coupled with the strangulation of the six sword lights, he would surely die.

Chu Tianhan had no choice. With a thought, he guided the lightning spear to turn around. The purple-gold spear drew a sharp curve in mid-air, its tip aimed at the jet-black lightning bead.

At the same time, he used his left hand to create a shield of spiritual light, which he barely managed to hold up to his side in an attempt to block the sword light of the Dividing Light Shadowless Sword.

boom--!

The lightning spear and the lightning bead collided head-on.

Two destructive forces exploded violently in the passage. Purple-gold and pitch-black flames intertwined and crushed, the shockwaves shearing away a layer of stone from the passage's walls.

Chu Tianhan's spiritual light shield on his left hand held out for two breaths under the relentless onslaught of the six sword lights.

Chu Tianhan swayed, dodging most of the sword light, but was still struck on the shoulder by a sword light.

He slashed out a deep, bone-revealing groove.

Chu Tianhan groaned and staggered backward.

Before he could even regain his footing.

A sword flashed toward his face.

Lin Feilu, severely injured, poured all her remaining magical power into her flying sword. The sword light wasn't strong, but its angle was tricky, aiming directly at Chu Tianhan's eyes.

Chu Tianhan's palms shone with spiritual light, and a layer of spiritual energy condensed on his right hand, forcefully knocking Lin Feilu's flying sword away.

The sword struck his palm, producing a metallic clang. The flying sword spun and embedded itself in the stone wall.

Just a moment.

Lin Yuan had already appeared behind him.

A ball of pitch-black flame erupted from the palm of his left hand.

Earthly Fiend Netherfire.

The icy fire, devoid of heat, easily scorched through the remaining protective aura on Chu Tianhan's back—that aura had become as thin as paper after repeated depletion.

The ghostly fire poured in from his back.

Chu Tianhan's body suddenly stiffened.

He looked down and saw a strange layer of black frost showing through the inside of his clothes. The Netherfire spread along his meridians at an unstoppable speed, freezing spiritual energy and congealing blood wherever it passed.

"you……"

Chu Tianhan slowly turned his head, his pupils reflecting Lin Yuan's handsome and calm face.

"A Qi Refining stage..." Black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Chu Tianhan's body began to crumble from the inside out. Black frost spread along his skin to his limbs, and his spiritual power completely withered. His knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Those eyes that once looked down on their peers finally settled on Jiang Huaiyue, who was not far away.

Chu Tianhan's body fell forward, crashing onto the cold stone ground, and he was lifeless.

The three of them were panting heavily.

Lin Yuan leaned against the stone wall and took off his Hundred Flowers Ice Silk Dress. Although he had been hit, he was fortunately not seriously injured.

Jiang Huaiyue and Lin Feilu were not so lucky—Jiang Huaiyue was struck in the chest by Chu Tianhan's palm, and her face was pale and her heart meridian was damaged.

Lin Feilu was in an even worse state; the laceration on her left shoulder was still oozing black smoke, and her face was completely bloodless. If Lin Yuan hadn't rescued her in time, she might have died here.

Both of them were at their last gasp.

Lin Yuan did not rush to treat the two women's injuries.

He first walked to Chu Tianhan's corpse, squatted down, and skillfully pulled off the storage bag from his waist. Then he turned to the remains of two other Canglei Peak disciples, who had been blasted to pieces by the lightning beads, rummaged through the pile of flesh, and pulled out two bloodstained storage bags.

After doing all this, he turned around and walked back to the two women, helping them lean against the stone wall, one in each hand.

Two Xuan Gu Sheng Mai Pills were fed into their mouths.

"Let's stabilize the injury first."

Lin Feilu caught the pill and swallowed it. As the medicinal effects dissipated, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

She glanced at Lin Yuan, opened her mouth, but ultimately only uttered two words: "Thanks."

Jiang Huaiyue swallowed the pill, and the scalding medicinal power rushed into her injured lungs and internal organs.

She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the palm print on her chest, a result of Chu Tianhan's palm strike. That strike had shown no hesitation, no mercy.