Desperate Situation! Who dares to touch my niece?!

"Die!!!"

With a roar, Xie Qidao unleashed his black greatsword, which had been imbued with all his power and even burned some of his life essence, and with a devastating force, it crashed down!

The air was torn apart, producing a series of ear-piercing explosions.

Before the blade even arrived, the terrifying pressure of the blade had already crushed the floor beneath Lei Wujie's feet, and even the stair railing behind him was cracking and crumbling.

Lei Wujie felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it incredibly difficult for him to even move a finger.

Every inch of his skin cracked under this pressure, and blood gushed out as if it were free, but he remained firmly rooted to the spot, his feet even sinking deep into the floor!

He can't back down!

We cannot retreat even an inch!

Because behind him are the family members he has just recognized!

It's that little niece who calls him "Big Red Brother" in a sweet and gentle voice!

"Fire Scorching Technique... Karmic Fire Realm! Activate!!!"

Tears of blood streamed down Lei Wujie's face as he disregarded the risk of his meridians being severed and forcefully pushed the Thunder Gate Forbidden Technique to its limit!

boom!

The original red true energy instantly turned into a deep dark red, like karmic fire from hell, burning fiercely around him!

"I, Lei Wujie, may be a fool, but I promised to guard this gate! No one is allowed to get past! No one is allowed to!!"

He gripped the terrifying sword with both hands, advancing instead of retreating, and unleashed the strongest strike of his life against the black blade that was powerful enough to cleave him in two!

"Madmen! They're all madmen!"

Seeing this, Wushuang's eyes turned red.

Although he had only known Lei Wujie for a short time, he was also infected by his foolishness.

"Since you're going crazy, I'll go crazy with you!"

Wushuang suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword box behind him.

"Peerless Sword Sheath! The Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty! Appear!!"

With his desperate roar, the thirteenth sword, which had been lying dormant in the deepest part of the sword box and symbolized the strongest foundation of Wushuang City, finally stirred!

An ancient, desolate, yet destructive sword intent is awakening!

Although forcibly unleashing this sword would shorten his lifespan by ten years, and might even cause the premature death of this genius who had not yet fully matured, he could not care about that at this moment!

the other side.

Xiao Se's hand had already grasped the Wuji Staff hidden in his sleeve.

His eyes became more resolute than ever before.

He was originally a person who valued his life extremely much.

But today, watching these two fools who are fighting desperately to protect each other, the passion that had been dormant in his body for many years was rekindled.

"Fine... I'll just waste my time again."

Xiao Se sighed inwardly, and the hidden meridians in his body began to circulate in reverse. The internal energy of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm, which had once amazed the world, was reviving in an extremely dangerous way!

At that moment, all three boys made the same choice—to fight to the death!

however.

the reality is cruel.

Xie Qidao was, after all, a veteran expert, and this "God of Slaughter" was his signature move.

Even though Lei Wujie fought desperately, even though Wushuang forcibly consecrated his sword, even though Xiao Se prepared to fight to the death,

But in the face of an absolute power disparity, all of this still seems so powerless.

"Sizzle—"

A tearing sound that made your teeth ache.

Xie Qidao's black blade easily sliced ​​through Lei Wujie's protective shield of karmic fire, as easily as cutting butter with a hot knife.

The blade, carrying the chill of death, had already touched Lei Wujie's scalp!

In that instant, Lei Wujie could even clearly feel the coldness from the blade and the sound of his hair being cut.

Death has never been so close.

"Is this... the ending?"

Lei Wujie's consciousness began to blur, and the world before his eyes turned blood red.

He is not reconciled!

He hasn't become a sword immortal yet, he hasn't become famous throughout the world, he hasn't... he hasn't heard Xiao Nuomi call him Big Red Brother again.

"I'm sorry...brother-in-law...I couldn't protect him..."

Lei Wujie silently recited in his heart.

At this critical moment.

Just as Xie Qidao was about to smash Lei Wujie and the stairs behind him together...

Inside the tightly closed door upstairs.

Suddenly, a very faint yet unusually clear humming sound was heard.

"Ugh...it's noisy..."

That was the uncomfortable babbling of a child who was woken up from his sleep.

The voice was very soft and gentle, even with a slight nasal tone, as if the person was still half asleep.

But the moment that sound appeared, the whole world seemed to be put on pause.

Xie Qidao's unstoppable sword strike suddenly paused for a moment for no apparent reason!

It was as if an invisible hand was gently grasping the blade.

Although it was only for a brief moment, this eerie pause sent a chill down everyone's spine!

Followed by.

"Squeak—"

The door to the bedroom on the second floor slowly opened.

There were no raging winds, no soaring sword energy, and no dazzling golden special effects.

They simply opened the door in an ordinary manner.

A figure emerged from the shadows behind the door.

He was wearing loose, comfortable white pajamas, and his bare feet made a very slight "patter" sound as he walked on the wooden floor.

His hair was slightly messy, as if he had just lifted his head from the pillow.

He looks like just a stay-at-home man who has just woken up and is even a little grumpy in the morning.

but.

When he looked up at the chaotic battlefield downstairs, and at Xie Qidao, who was holding a knife and trying to kill someone.

The temperature inside the tavern plummeted to absolute zero in an instant!

There was no trace of sleepiness in those eyes, nor any emotion that a human being should have.

Only endless, pure, and seemingly timeless coldness!

That was a gaze colder than ten thousand years of ice.

That is the contempt of a god who sees all living beings as ants!

The door to the bedroom on the second floor suddenly opened.

There was no earth-shattering aura; only a man in white pajamas, barefoot, with slightly disheveled hair, walked out.

His eyes were colder than ten thousand years of ice.