"Friends, please stay!"
Lu's words carried a hint of urgency—even resounding like a thunderclap across Pingyang Heaven, stunning everyone.
Gu Mangran froze.
The holy land ancestors in Pingyang watching this direction—all froze.
Even the seven saint realm experts from the saint clans turned incredulously to stare at Lu.
What... did he say?!
They were leaving... and this Lu Ping'an actually told them not to go?
What was this guy planning?!
Did he truly believe he could detain all seven saint realm experts?
And ones wielding imperial weapons?!
"I come with utmost sincerity, genuinely wishing to discuss a million dao reserve deal with you friends!"
Lu declared.
Lightning arced as he appeared in Pingyang Heaven.
Little Thunder Sound's Great Senior felt chills watching Lu exit void heaven.
Young Master Lu gone mad!
Seven saint realms—from other heavens, armed with imperial weapons. Even peak Gu Mangran would wary—how dare you leave void heaven?
In void heaven—rules protected, mysterious rift power guarded. Safe.
Outside—you're just meat on the chopping block!
Though Lu resisted saint might—with imperial weapons, far beyond weaponless Dao/Cloud ancestors!
But seeing Lu's earnest expression...
Great Senior suddenly felt familiar dread.
No...
From knowing Young Master Lu—he must be prepared, brewing some terrifying plot!
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Pingyang Heaven exploded with pressure.
Seven saints jointly unleashed terrifying saintly might.
"Lu Ping'an... you truly dare exit void heaven? Think we won't capture you?"
Water Saint Ancestor swayed—coldly stated.
"I harm none unprovoked... I, Lu Ping'an, truly sincere—want to talk."
Lu's eyes shone with honesty.
In void heaven.
Gu Mangran speechless—hand already reaching for chrysanthemum medicine on coffin, ready to swallow for power.
Or too late to aid in fight.
"Heh..."
"Tiny Five Phoenix—let alone million, can't even produce hundred thousand reserves. Trap too obvious—lure us into void heaven. Think us saints idiots?"
One saint sneered.
Lu on Thousand Bladed Chair—momentarily speechless.
He treated with true heart—why no belief?
Business... sincerity key to success.
Terrifying auras interwoven—Pingyang beings knelt in terror under saintly might.
"Young Master Lu, return."
Gu Mangran sniffed chrysanthemum—called.
Fighting seven in Pingyang—too disadvantaged.
At least in void heaven—rules hinder imperial weapons.
Glanced at seven turning cautiously—planning retreat, long-term strategy.
Lu shook head regretfully.
Talk failed.
Controlled chair—turning back to void heaven.
Hm?
Seven exchanged—eyes gleaming.
"Lu Ping'an Five Phoenix lord—spiritual leader. Out of void heaven—perfect chance."
"Act! Capture him—use as bargaining chip, force Gu Mangran surrender Dao/Cloud weapons."
"Fraud? Lu Ping'an daring before us seven—prepared?"
Seven exchanged via primordial spirits—lightning-fast.
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Some urged action; others hesitant.
Water Saint Ancestor stared at Lu speeding toward void heaven on chair—eyes narrowed.
"Intentional or not—out of void heaven: our opportunity! If even then we dare not—that how claim Dao/Cloud weapons?!"
She declared.
Words fell.
She struck first.
In void heaven—rules attacked.
In Pingyang—no restrictions.
Act!
Boom!
Water Saint Ancestor flashed—closing on Lu.
Rumble!
Pingyang quaked—countless high-martial worlds trembled, continents cracking.
Low/mid-martial protected by Heavenly Dao—no massive destruction, but saintly might oppressed souls and life levels.
Other six narrowed eyes.
No action.
Mere Lu Ping'an—resist saints possible, but Water Saint Ancestor profound, with clan weapon—sufficient.
Wary of Lu's cunning.
In void heaven.
Gu Mangran's expression shifted.
Didn't expect Water Saint Ancestor's boldness—ignoring his threat, striking thunderously!
Indeed, Lu exiting—temptation too great.
Saintly might spread.
Lu sensed—turned, seeing her cold, murderous face.
Killing intent churned void.
His white robes whipped by her might.
"I, Lu Ping'an, merely want business talk—you strike to kill?"
Lu's gaze sharpened.
Facing her—hand grasped Stealing Heaven Tower on armrest.
Innate treasure—no aura, like ordinary ornament.
Lu swung it.
Hurled at charging Water Saint Ancestor.
Tower arced gracefully—toward her.
Water Saint Ancestor blue hair flying—gem-like eyes, flawless body surging saintly might. Tender hand clawed at Lu!
For hurled tower—eyes grave.
Lu Ping'an—Five Phoenix spiritual figure, leader from ninth-level to third-level high-martial.
Cunning, vicious—deep schemes.
From world tournament—gradually eroded Dao/Cloud, ultimately exterminating clans!
Ruthless—chilling.
Thus, no underestimation of tower.
Let alone... aura unreadable.
Foolish to think mere decoration.
Under saintly might—ordinary ornament long shattered.
Boom!
Water coiled around—like dragon twisting tower aside.
Clash.
Suddenly!
Her expression changed!
Dragon... shattered by tower!
Splashing water—her dragon capable of shifting fifth-level continents—exploded, unmoved tower!
Heavy—tiny tower like third-level high-martial!
"What is this?!"
Chills.
Immediately sacrificed saint ancestor dao weapon—dao reserve interwoven dagger.
Whipped at tower.
Ding!
Saint ancestor weapon vast might—like raging waves.
Clanged crisply against jade tower—melodious.
But...
Her face changed soon.
Weapon cracked—hundreds refined reserves drained instantly!
Crack!
Crisp—weapon snapped, extinguished!
All lightning-fast.
In void heaven—Gu Mangran seeing her strike.
Not yet swallowed medicine—saw this, eyes wide in shock.
Young Master Lu had such tower artifact?!
Hard clash—shattered saint dao weapon?!
What tower?!
Silent—ambush divine!
So... insidious!
"Lu Ping'an! Truly insidious!"
Water Saint Ancestor paled—haze lifted, revealing terrified beauty—and gritted fury.
Lu squinted.
"Some call me petty—fine. But first calling me insidious—you!"
In Pingyang.
Saint dao weapon explosion—energy storm churning void.
But not end.
Tower wobbled—might undiminished, no energy yet—still smashing toward her.
Far off.
Six saints horrified.
Tower clashed her again.
Puchi!
Her tender arm exploded!
Flesh's Dao-tempered energy drained like dragon drinking.
Beautiful face horrified!
What... artifact?!
So vicious!
Saint dao weapon?
Or imperial?!
"Vicious weapon!"
Lu Ping'an prepared—urging stay: to detain!
Million reserves talk—nonsense!
Tower held Cloud furnace's near hundred thousand reserves—might no less. Hundred thousand smash—wound saints!
Water Saint Ancestor sensed death!
She... could die!
Smashed by tiny tower!
Thus—no hesitation—unleashed imperial weapon.
Blue long whip.
Clashed tower.
Terrifying boom.
Dong!
Echoes spread; blue whip activated imperial might—rippling outward!
Void shattered—web cracks spanning.
Saint battle—Pingyang void unbearable.
"Imperial weapon?!"
Lu on chair—saw her weapon, eyes lit.
Finally!
Spiritual Pressure Chessboard emerged.
"I wanted fair business—but you bully, call me insidious..."
"Since debut—never such grievance."
Hum...
Sleeve rolled—white robes flowing, hair flying.
Slammed central piece.
Clack!
Crisp—like void cracking.
Boom!
Pressure beam plunged.
"Million-fold spiritual pressure!"
Lu declared brightly.
Void like star chessboard.
Milky beam pierced Pingyang void.
Smashed desiring escape Water Saint Ancestor's body.
Instantly—like thunderstruck, mind blank, trembling—momentary freeze.
Terrifying pressure—like forcing kneel.
But saint—Dao-tempered body. Though quaking violently—gritted teeth, endured!
Puchi!
Stifled groan—porcelain skin pale as snow.
"Lu Ping'an's pressure!"
"His method—cooperating Gu Mangran. Non-saint oppressing saint! Terrifying!"
"No wonder Cloud/Dao ancestors died. Gu Mangran kills—Lu controls. Weaponless saints—inescapable!"
Far off.
Six saints horrified.
In void heaven—Gu Mangran pinching medicine—lips pursed, complex.
Not me—no—don't slander!
I Gu Mangran...
Never struck!
Water Saint Ancestor saint—stirred flesh Dao power—shifted from million-fold oppression.
Instant drop—mind blank moment—lost weapon link. Escaped pressure—primordial spirit control.
No fight.
Lu Ping'an insidious—she learned today!
Five Phoenix with him—future upper calamity!
But...
Soon—stunning face terrified.
Lost... clan weapon link!
Looked afar.
Tower clashed blue whip—unscathed under imperial might!
Lost control—tower suction pulled weapon—dragging toward Lu!
"Lu Ping'an!"
Shriek echoed Pingyang.
Hair disheveled—beautiful face terrified.
"Return my imperial weapon!"
Primordial spirit surged—reconnect.
But...
Lu another piece—pressure beam precise on her body. Stiffened—stifled groan, mind blank again...
New link—severed.
Tower brought weapon to Lu.
On chair—sat.
White elegant—slender fingers placed piece.
Another beam.
Urgent—no full domain, no tenfold amp—but effect met expectations.
Boom!
Hand opened—grasped blue whip.
Tower hovered above.
Water Saint Ancestor trembled void—staring Lu, killing intent boiling.
Spread primordial spirit again—reclaim.
But...
Lu gripped—9527 unit primordial spirit surged.
Fearlessly clashed hers!
Eyes gleaming—dao stele manifested—smashed.
Puchi!
Felt violent impact—nose bled.
In Pingyang—staggered steps back.
Cleared—saw Lu holding blue Water whip.
Understood...
Water clan's weapon—gone!
Truly... trapped!
Lu Ping'an daring exit—insidious plot!
No—not plot. Hard strength.
Mysterious tower rivaling imperial—chessboard pressure—weird primordial spirit...
Absolute confidence in power!
Puchi!
Gaze dimmed—beautiful face tragic.
Shouldn't... lead charge!
Thought foe Gu Mangran.
Didn't expect... this misery!
"You... won't act?!"
Tragic glance at remaining six.
But heart chilled—six gazed... strangely.
Chills.
Saint clans—no kindness.
Lost weapon—no balance against six.
Fallen to them...
Water million years—likely doomed by her!
Their ruthlessness—no less than Lu Ping'an!
Boom!
Mind moved.
Decisively struck.
Exploded void—fled outer battlefield. Endless water coiled body—like surging river—vanished.
Escaped!
Not returning Water ground.
Hide.
Hidden threat—deter others, preserve clan.
Lu watched decisive flight—brows raised oddly.
Far off.
Other six turned to leave.
Lu raised hand—called: "Friends, don't go—we... can still talk more!"
Words fell.
Six directly unleashed imperial weapons.
Lu eyes lit.
Still... chance?
Next moment.
Six used weapons tear void—fled outer battlefield, releasing imperial might.
Streaked—vanished traceless.
