Ning Muye held two walnuts in his hands, appearing very plump. Even though the light in the room was dim, the light emitted from those two walnuts was still very clear.
Ning Muye"s expression grew more and more cheerful as he watched An Zeng hack towards the net with his sword.
""You really have made me look at you in a new light. You actually didn"t even have the intention to attack me from the start.""
He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs. ""So it makes me very bored … The reason I stayed in this building was to delay you.""
Talk to you, make you angry, make you attack me.
I told you to forget, you should focus on dealing with that net … But it seems that you aren"t angered by me at all. Or maybe you are clearly angered, but you know what you should do.
If you put in more effort, you might break the net very soon.
""If you leave earlier, there might be one less person to die in the sect.""
His voice was not loud, but every word was clearly heard by An Zeng.
The struggle became more and more irritable, more and more frenzied.
Ning Muye, on the other hand, looked more at ease. He got up, found a copper pot, boiled some water himself, and then boiled some tea.
""In this society, people are restless.
Even drinking tea was becoming more and more beneficial. Choosing some good tea to brew was already good enough, but he didn"t know how to calm his heart down.
Tea must be boiled before it can be right.
""You have to be calm before you can afford to drink tea.""
His movements seemed very graceful, even more graceful than those of the ladies in the teahouse who were making tea.
But his mouth kept chattering away.
""I was sitting here to fight you.
So I have made a lot of preparations. Even those people in your sect with low cultivation have some high-grade magic tools on them.
""However, after preparing for such a long time, I am somewhat regretful that you are using it to make tea.""
Ning Muye raised his head to look at An Zaiyue, who was still chopping down buildings.
However, the huge net still showed no signs of damage.
Under the heavens, there were purple-rank magic tools, although their abilities were different.
But when it came to the purple grade, other than their abilities, there wasn"t much difference in quality between the two.
It was already extremely difficult for a Violet grade weapon to break through the enemy"s side.
Unless the person who wielded the divine tool was so powerful that it was suffocating.
A Heaven Realm expert wielding a purple-rank divine artifact was equivalent to two Heaven Realm experts taking action.
""You still don"t seem to have a chance.""
Ning Muye washed the tea, then waited for the second brew to boil.
Upstairs, An Zizheng"s forehead was already covered in sweat.
At the same time he attacked like a madman, he also had to endure Ning Muye"s influence on him.
Ning Muye was too smart. He was making An Zaiyue lose his mind, and the more disordered he became, the more he couldn"t do anything about it.
The Dark Sword.
As An Zaiyue thought of this, he realized that the Dark Ran Sword was one of the most supreme magic tools in the entire Heavenly Harmony Palace. However, this sword was still the sword worn by the previous Palace Master Tantai.
A woman"s cultivation method was different from an An Zhe, so An Zhe was unable to display the full strength of the Dark Sword.
As for the sword intent that Palace Head Tantai had sealed within his sword, An Zhe had used it several times already. Its might was not as strong as it was initially.
The reason why he couldn"t move the Purple rank Demon Weapon now was because the two were of the same quality. As for the person who was controlling the Purple rank Demon Weapon outside, their cultivation must be higher than An Zaihai"s.
Even if he died, he would die with Little Liu"er and the others.
This was the only thing that mattered in An Zhe"s heart.
There was a flash of brilliance on the bracelet, but the Purple rank magic equipment sealed the entire Moon Tower, so An Zhe had no way to contact Chen Shaobai"s father. Otherwise, he would have to use his own portion of cultivation power.
Suddenly, An Ran thought of a way.
This method was so ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.
However, without any delay, An Zhe made his decision the moment this idea popped into his mind.
He focused all of his cultivation power on the Dark Sword. Then, he thrust the Dark Sword forward and inserted it into a grid of the huge net.
Afterwards, An Zaiyue rapidly retreated, summoning all eight scales of the holy fish at the same time he retreated, forming a thick and solid shield in front of him.
""Break for me!""
An Xuan stretched out his hand, and the flesh on his arm instantly exploded.
To cripple an arm and use the power of the bloodline to destroy a purple-rank magical equipment!
An Zeng had already bound himself to the blood of the Dark Ran Sword, and the Dark Ran Sword was connected to An Zhe"s blood vessels.
However, even if An Zhe was the master of the Dark Sword, it wouldn"t be easy for him to destroy a violet grade magic tool.
A purple-rank magical artifact was the pinnacle of all types of techniques. Therefore, even as the owner of the Dark Sword, if one wanted to destroy it, one had to pay the price of one"s own bloodline power.
Using one arm to destroy a weapon, in exchange for a chance to go back home.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA!
The purple rank magic item was destroyed.
In all of history, An Zhe was the first cultivator to voluntarily destroy his purple grade magic tool.
If people knew about this, they wouldn"t know how many people would feel upset.
Those who wanted to obtain a purple grade divine tool would be itching to tear this peace to shreds in order to vent their hatred.
In this world, only Old Huo was able to create a purple grade divine artifact. Old Huo was already old, and the Phoenix Crooked pill furnace was already exhausted of its remaining power. If he wanted to create a purple grade divine artifact, even if he had the luck, it would be extremely difficult.
Thus, the Purple grade divine tools in the world were one less piece of damage, and might no longer have any hope of recovery.
Under the immense might of this attack, the scales of the eight Sacred Fish in front of An Zeng exploded backwards from the impact, slamming heavily into An Zhe"s body.
In just a split-second, it was unknown how many broken ribs An Zhe had on his chest.
An Zeng spat out a large mouthful of blood. There was even some minced meat in the blood.
A ball of purple light shot out in all directions from the point of explosion. A hole was blasted in the Purple grade magic equipment. A stream of air released by the explosion and purple light gushed out of the hole like a roaring sea.
The Moon Restaurant that had been supported by the Purple rank magic equipment could no longer hold on and collapsed with a loud crash.
All the trees and flowers within a few miles of the purplish ray had withered.
The purple rank had been destroyed, causing the sky and earth to change color, and there was no vitality left.
Nature"s sensitivity to the natural energies of the world was far greater than that of humans.
The flowers, gra.s.s, and trees had all perished due to the destruction of the Purple grade divine artifact.
Half of the broken sword flew out of the hole and stabbed the ground.
The other half had already been destroyed, leaving nothing behind.
An Zeng"s back crashed into the other side of the Moon Pavilion, causing his spine to be crooked.
If it weren"t for the protection of the scales of the holy fish, An Zaihai"s body would have instantly collapsed from the explosion of the purple grade divine artifact.
The building collapsed and dust billowed.
He raised his right hand and clenched it in the b.l.o.o.d.y area of his left arm. Blood dripped from his hand.
The intense pain caused him to recover somewhat, and he endured the pain as he summoned the scales to fly over.
With great difficulty, he sat on the scales of the Sacred Fish. With a single thought, the Scales of the Sacred Fish flew out.
Under the rubble of the broken Moon Pavilion, Ning Muye struggled his way out of the broken wood and debris in a sorry state. He lowered his head to look and found that there was not a single part of his body that was unharmed.
Blood quickly seeped out. He didn"t know how many bones were broken, and how many flesh and blood had been forcefully cut by the surging energy.
He was downstairs, and he also had a protective magic tool of a high grade. He was wounded to the point that he could only breathe. One could imagine how heavy An Zaiyue"s injuries were.
Ning Muye had a complicated expression on his face as he watched An Zaihai leave quickly on that scale-like object.
""You... are no longer human.""
This was definitely not a scolding. Even Ning Muye himself wasn"t clear on what he thought of An Zaiyue when he said this.
Fear, or hate.
From beginning to end, An Zhan had not paid any attention to him. Even when he used the price of destroying his own arm to escape the prison, he had still ignored him.
This was because An Zhe was thinking about his family, Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, and Du skinny.
It was Lord Huo, it was Lang Jing, it was the men of the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect. It was those crude and boorish people on the streets outside the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect, but they had already returned to their original ways.
The scales of the Sacred Fish flew away at high speeds along with a few pieces of its body. When An Zhe saw the broken sword embedded in the ground, he immediately grabbed it with his hand.
The glow on the sword had already dimmed. It was as though the sword was truly dimmed.
The scales of the Sacred Fish were extremely fast as they rapidly traversed the streets.
An Zaiyue didn"t dare to fly high in the sky, Ning Muye wasn"t the only one in the Fine Rain Tower to stop him.
If he walked through the streets, he could hide his tracks a little.
Bang!
Just like a mountain falling down from the sky, a huge seal smashed down towards An Zeng"s head.
An Zeng"s body, including the scales of the holy fish, was smashed into the ground.
That seal was more than a dozen meters long, and weighed more than ten thousand pounds.
With their enormous strength, if it was an ordinary person, they would likely not even be able to leave behind their corpse. Even their flesh and blood would not be able to fill up the remains.
A man in his forties was standing on the seal with a cold and arrogant expression.
He looked in the direction of the Moon Pavilion and could not help but snort, ""Mister Ning, we"ve been calling you Mister for quite some time now.""
""How could he not even deal with a brat? This is truly disappointing.""
This man is Goldman Sachs, the sixth in the Rainfall Building, and he has more hatred for security than anyone else.
Because his surname was Gao, although he had been expelled from the Gao Family for many years, he had no choice but to join the enemy camp and become the Sixth Boss of the Drizzle Court.
However, his surname was Gao, and deep in his bones was the bloodline of the Gao Family.
""When I was expelled from the Gao Family, I swore to kill the Gao Family myself.
But I killed him, not anyone else.
""Even if I hate them to death, I won"t let them kill me.""
Goldman Sachs stood on the seal and looked down. ""If I crush you into powder, I"ll send you to h.e.l.l and let the people of the Gao Family continue to fight against you.""
Right after he finished speaking, the seal suddenly shattered.
The Nine Serenities Magic Bell came crashing out from below, directly smashing apart the red peak rank magic tool"s huge seal.
Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the seal, was sent flying, a gaping wound appearing in mid-air as blood gushed out.
An Zeng, who had half of his shoulders broken, looked up with bloodshot eyes.
""Don"t stop me from returning.""
He pointed forward, and the scales of the Sacred Fish brought him back to the sect.
The Nine Serenities Magic Bell rose up from the ground and shattered Goldman"s body as it swept across the floor.
Goldman tried to dodge, but it simply couldn"t. It could only watch as the tower-like bell flew past it.
Half of An Zhe"s body was barely moving, his neck tilted to the side.
One of his eyes was completely covered in blood, and he could not see the road ahead clearly.
Blood oozed from his ears, his nose, and his mouth.
His originally clean and sunny face was now covered in blood.
He barely managed to keep himself sitting on the scales of the holy fish, with only one thought in his head, and that was to go home.
Countless a.s.sa.s.sins from the Fine Rain Tower appeared on the surrounding houses, arrows raining down like a storm.
An Zhe raised his hand with difficulty and pointed upwards. The Nine Serenities Magic Bell was like nine rotating paG.o.das. Sound waves rippled out in all directions, and those a.s.sa.s.sins of the Fine Rain House on the rooftop were instantly turned into a rain of flesh.
Amongst the splattered blood, he rode the scales of the holy fish and returned to the Heavenly Ascension Sect."