He could not stand her paying too much attention to others or pushing him to a corner.
Every young man who came near to Jun Luo was treated by him as a potential opponent, even his tribal brother Lian Cheng, who had suffered the same as him.
Even including this man before him who resembled a descended divinity.
Broad Creed Young Master, Yan Zhaoge!
The distance between the two was truly too great.
He was but a lowest lifeform of the Sand Region’s Lian Family, a son born of a concubine who would never succeed in life.
The Sand Region’s Lian Family was but a second-rate power under the Howling Wind Sword Sect.
While the Howling Wind Sword Sect was actually just one of the powers of the boundless territory that was ruled by Broad Creed Mountain.
One of Broad Creed Mountain’s many Principal Elders was the First Seat of the Howling Wind Sword Sect.
Any one of Broad Creed Mountain’s many Acting Elders would have to be treated like a honoured guest even by the Head of the Lian Family.
While Yan Zhaoge, at such a young age, could already cause Broad Creed Mountain’s Principal Elders to lower their heads, and Acting Elders to bend their waists!
His distance with Lian Ying-how was it just one above the heavens, one below the earth?
He knew that Jun Luo’s feelings for Yan Zhaoge were more likely that of worship and yearning, and not that between a man and a woman.
But even so, watching the two converse happily, his heart still felt like it was being shredded apart by tens of thousands of venomous snakes!
He had never conversed with Jun Luo like that before ah.
Luo Luo…this name that Yan Zhaoge used so easily was something that he, Lian Ying, had dreamed of saying innumerable times. Yet every time he tried he found it stuck in his mouth, unable to utter it.
Why…why was the distance between people so great?
As Lian Ying watched the conversation between Yan Zhaoge and Jun Luo, he felt for the first time how this only light that existed in his life was actually so far away from him!
“It can’t be like this! Broad Creed Young Master, so what? Even the Broad Creed Young Master cannot snatch you away!” Lian Ying bit his lips unbearably.
A pale, sick smile of tragedy appeared on his face, as he suddenly pulled out a black sword, stabbing it into his own arm!
Fresh blood scattered, landing on the yellow sands of the desert, the sand granules beneath suddenly turning white as snow!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 224: Have I been too nice these past two years?
HSSB224: Have I been too nice these past two years?
Lifting the stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge gazed at the Black Dragon Dread in the distant horizon and at the people who were gathering around him.
As he observed them, he sent sound transmissions via aura-qi to Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng, explaining the gist of the situation at hand.
“Those who can control the Black Dragon Dread must at least have the cultivation of a Martial Grandmaster,” Ah Hu currently had on a grave expression, his usual laziness and slickness completely gone from his face, “The other party not directly making a move, they should be wary of the Martial Grandmasters of our clan stationed here, at the same time also wanting to contain us.”
Feng Yunsheng gripped the hilt of her black sabre, “Relying fully on the power of the Black Dragon Dread, with that Martial Grandmaster not drawing near, he would also be unable to wield intricate control over it. Therefore, he would not have full confidence of achieving his goal.”
“Being able to bury us alive with the Black Dragon Dread would naturally be the best, but if that were not possible, it would at least also create chaos, taking us unawares and unprepared.”
Feng Yunsheng looked at Yan Zhaoge, “At that time, if someone makes use of the chaos to make a move, their chances of success would be greatly increased…”
Yan Zhaoge’s gaze was deep and distant as he nodded slightly, not saying anything further.
Suddenly, Yan Zhaoge looked over, as he saw Lian Ying of the Lian Family, standing behind Jun Luo, suddenly draw out a black sword with a rather strange expression on his face.
Yan Zhaoge frowned, still thinking that he wanted to do harm to Jun Luo as he was about to go up to stop him. However, he then saw that the target of that black sword was actually Lian Ying himself.
The black sword stabbed into Lian Ying’s own arm, as a light noise instantly resounded.
Strange spiritual qi fluctuations emanated from the black sword and the wound on Lian Ying’s arm.
Yan Zhaoge’s gaze hardened, “Like a variation of some sort of blood sacrificial ceremony. Some sort of curse was hidden within his bloodstream by someone earlier?”
Fresh blood dripped down from Lian Ying’s arm, falling onto the ground below, which tainted the sand a snowy white colour.
A silhouette appeared within the air, condensing into an indistinct massive spirit pattern, which then imprinted itself onto the ground below.
With Lian Ying as its centre, the snowy white colour rapidly spread out into the surroundings.
Instantly, beneath everyone’s feet, intense quaking that resembled earthquakes could be felt, as the sea of sand, having turned white, suddenly became dangerous.
The sand beneath their feet seemed to turn completely into quicksand at this moment. As one stepped down onto it, they would immediately be trapped, sinking within!
Everyone was stunned, “…this is, White Dragon Dread?”
Everyone here were martial practitioners, all also being Martial Scholars other than Jun Luo, Lian Ying and Lian Cheng.
Feeling that something was wrong, they wanted to exert strength and leap up, yet found that they were unable to escape from the quicksand at their feet.
Even exerting the slightest bit of force, not only were they unable to pull their feet out of the quicksand, they even sank deeper within.
Whether their force exertions were tough or soft, the results were all the same. Attempting to wield their aura-qis, as soon as their aura-qis came into contact with the white quicksand, they would immediately vanish without a trace!
In the sky overhead, the black storm rampaged, while beneath their feet, the dry sand of the desert had become a trap of quicksand, wanting to bury them alive.
After they sunk in, everyone did not dare to move rashly, for the more they struggled, the faster they would sink.
And unable to move, they could only watch on helplessly as the terrifying black storm was soon to descend upon them.
Jun Luo let out a startled cry, her foot hitting nothing as her body sunk downwards rapidly. Very quickly, almost half of her body had sunk into the white quicksand.
On the other side, Lian Cheng was the same.
In contrast, Lian Ying was still standing stably on the white sand, his steps like normal, as this instead appeared exceptionally strange.
Fresh blood fell unceasingly from the wound on his arm, his face also turning paler and paler, almost no blood visible on it at all as he looked weak beyond compare.
However, he appeared exceptionally excited, his face carrying a sick, emotional smile as he gazed at Jun Luo obsessively, “Luo Luo, don’t be scared. It’ll be fine.”
As Lian Ying walked towards Jun Luo, he said softly, “As long as you hug me tight, you won’t have to fear sinking into the desert. I can freely take you along underground.”
“This way, there would be nothing to fear of the Black Dragon Dread aboveground.”
Revealing an infatuated expression, he spread his arms, as though wanting to hug Jun Luo, “See, Luo Luo, I am also not bad, right? Yan Zhaoge can save you; I can too.”
That black sword was still deeply stabbed into the wound on his arm, blood trickling out unceasingly.
Hearing his words, while they were in the midst of a dangerous situation, everyone was slightly taken aback as some gazes could not help but turn to look at Yan Zhaoge.
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br /> Yan Zhaoge looked at Lian Ying, “One Heart Blood Curse-this is already not simply something within the confines of the martial dao, having more to do with the occult arts. However, this still has the price of burning your lifeblood, resembling a sacrifice.”
“While you have caused a White Dragon Dread, with your qi and blood, you do not have long left to live.”
Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly, “Making use of the connection between your blood curse and this natural disaster, you can indeed traverse freely within the White Dragon Dread within a short period of time, and those with you can similarly also be brought along, not having to worry about the quicksand.”
“However, this would drag that person into the One Heart Blood Curse, that person’s lifeblood becoming a sacrifice for the curse along with yours, very quickly meeting the same fate as you, dying due to qi and blood depletion.”
“Do you want Luo Luo to die along with you?”
Hearing Yan Zhaoge’s words, Jun Luo stared at Lian Ying in utter disbelief.
Lian Cheng, who had grown up together with Lian Ying, was even more shell-shocked, only feeling that this tribal brother of his had suddenly become a stranger to him, and terrifyingly so.
Meeting Jun Luo’s gaze, Lian Ying’s expression changed slightly, an indecisive unwillingness appearing on his face for a moment.
But very quickly, he laughed lightly, “Not born of the same quilt, yet dying in the same tomb-that’s good enough.”
Lian Ying stared at Yan Zhaoge, “At least it beats helplessly watching Luo Luo walk closer and closer to another man.”
“Yan Zhaoge, you are a favoured son of Heaven, presiding loftily above others, soon to become a new legend. Compared to those high up like you, how many are there like me who live like dust, like rotten mud? But what, just because you stand above, you can tread on us however you like, can even snatch away the final bit of light there is in my life?”
“Impossible! I may be weak, but I still have try to pull you down from your pedestal, seeing your sorry appearance when covered in mud, how exactly it looks like, and whether you can still can continue presiding loftily above like this!”
The weak youth roared emotionally.
At the same time, the white quicksand on the ground surged, the black storm in the sky howling.
Aside from the White Dragon Dread that had suddenly appeared beneath their feet, the Black Dragon Dread formed of the original Black Nightmare Storm, obscuring the heavens and covering the earth, was already before them, the terrifying black gales sweeping down towards everyone!
Yan Zhaoge’s expression was tranquil, as, the pillar still supported in his hand, he remained unmoving where he was, with purple light of thunder suddenly flashing within his right eye!
At the same time, flipping his left palm, a small black incense burner appeared within, which he casually tossed to Ah Hu, “Deal with the White Dragon Dread, and get Luo Luo and the others out.”
Ah Hu responded affirmatively, gazing at Lian Ying with an unfriendly look on his face.
“Although I don’t actually understand what exactly you’re whining about,” Yan Zhaoge’s gaze was focused on the Black Nightmare Storm as he didn’t even look at Lian Ying, “Is it because I have become too nice these past two years that everyone wants to try to step on me in order to prove their own worth?”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 225: Don’t look at him, I was asking you
HSSB225: Don’t look at him, I was asking you
As Yan Zhaoge focused on the Black Nightmare Storm, the purple light of thunder suddenly flickered within his right eye.
Illuminated by that light, the world that had originally dulled due to the black hurricane suddenly became bright once more.
With a low yell, purplish green thunderbolts shot out from his right eye, landing on the massive stone pillar.
Numerous light patterns lit up on the surface of that stone pillar once more, following which it emanated infinite radiance, extending outwards in all directions.
Numerous radiances entangled with the black hurricane, locking it in place.
And meanwhile, holding the Earth Devouring Burner, Ah Hu knelt, letting it touch the spreading snow white quicksand.
While he was unable to activate its effects with his own power, just as the two touched, the Earth Devouring Burner suddenly emanated a strange suction force, not devouring the white quicksand, as the sand instead quickly resumed its original appearance.
Lian Ying stared stupefied at this scene, the smile on his face vanishing, though his expression only became more distorted.
He grabbed the black sword that was still embedded in his arm, forcibly slicing and increasing the size of the wound, as more fresh blood flowed, descending onto the sand below.
However, as compared to the suction force of the Earth Devouring Burner, Lian Ying’s movements were clearly like adding water into a rapidly leaking bucket, being utterly inadequate.
He stood there dazedly, his body becoming weaker and weaker, the world before his eyes getting more and more blurry.
His extreme excitement could no longer conceal his increasing fatigue and the intensifying chill in his body, as he could finally feel the life flowing unceasingly away from his body.
His body gradually grew limp and collapsed on the ground, dark light circulating on the black sword embedded in his arm, which actually emanated a seductive feel.
While his skin grew paler and paler, gradually beginning to shrivel.
That symbol imprinted on the ground tried to resist the Earth Devouring Burner, but originally not being its match, now also no longer able to receive the nourishment of Lian Ying’s lifeblood, it stood no chance.
It gradually also began being absorbed by the Earth Devouring Burner.
Standing there, Ah Hu reached out and touched his ears a little, looking expressionlessly from the corner of his eye at the life gradually fading away from Lian Ying. After that, he no longer heeded it, retracting his gaze and walking towards Jun Luo and the others trapped in the quicksand, helping them to escape.
The world before his eyes having become blurry, Lian Ying struggled to look at Jun Luo, seeing the look of disbelief that was still on her face, not yet having faded.
Him being soon to die was not something to fear; what he feared was that that girl would not be accompanying him in death.
Was he destined to forever lose this only light in his life? Returning to that completely dark, desolate world once more.
“I don’t want it ah!” Lian Ying muttered to himself, swivelling his head with great difficulty, wanting to find the person who had given him the black sword earlier, “This is different from what we agreed on ah…it shouldn’t be like this…it shouldn’t…”
Lian Ying’s eyes were wide open, unwilling to close, but they had already lost their light.
The Yao Shan who was impersonating Elder Li similarly didn’t even spare Lian Ying a glance.
To him, this chess piece had already served its intended use, at the same time having lost all its value, no longer needing him to waste his mind on it.
He was currently fully focused on Yan Zhaoge, on the light of thunder emanated from his right eye!
That terrifying force caused him to feel a bit of passion even as it caused his heart to tremble, as he felt a yearning to rush out and gain possession of it.
‘Elder Li’ immediately suppressed the greed within his heart, regaining his former calm, “Very good, the Black Dragon Dread has successfully depleted the power of his Sacred Artifact fragment, also drawing away his attention.”
Turning his gaze back to Ah Hu who was currently suppressing the White Dragon Dread with the Earth Devouring Burner, at the same time saving people from the quicksand, “His follower who’s an elite Martial Scholar has also been successfully sent away…”
‘Elder Li’ sucked in a deep breath, sending a sound transmission with his aura-qi over to his companion by the side, “Now’s our ch
ance, move!”
“You contain that Pixiu; I’ll take Yan Zhaoge’s life!”
Saying thus, the ‘Elder Li’ who earlier had already slowly neared Yan Zhaoge, quietly and unremarkably continued moving closer to him from behind him.
While ‘Yao Shan’ also did the same, casually moving over to separate Yan Zhaoge and Pan-Pan.
The two were not underestimating Yan Zhaoge in the least.
While they had already depleted the power of Yan Zhaoge’s Sacred Artifact fragment beforehand, also using a stratagem to draw away his and Ah Hu’s attention, they still had to try for the greatest chance.
They had to move in as close as possible, before erupting for a sure, instant kill!
However, not waiting for ‘Elder Li’ and ‘Yao Shan’ to achieve the ideal distances that they wanted, after they had taken just a single step, something happened!
The Pan-Pan who whilst being massive, had always maintained a lazy, foolish and pure as well as clumsy and dazed appearance, suddenly had a fierce light erupt in his eyes!
With a low roar, Pan-Pan suddenly exerted strength with his feet, rushing out madly, resembling a mountain collapsing!
His target, was precisely ‘Elder Li’!
‘Elder Li’s’ pupils suddenly dilated, “Was he set off by the Black Dragon Dread and the White Dragon Dread? Or…”
There was not much time for him to consider this as while Pan-Pan’s figure was big, his speed was extraordinarily fast, his momentum like speeding thunder, crushing and trampling over all existences that stood before him, with a violent momentum that left everyone shocked.
That body like a small mountain was immediately before ‘Elder Li’, pressuring towards him like a collapsing mountain peak!
‘Elder Li’s’ face immediately turned ugly to the extreme.
If he didn’t withstand or evade with all he had, he would be trodden into a meat patty by the gigantic beast before him.
But if he really exerted force to block or evade, he would be exposed!
While the Imitation Killing Jade could imitate the appearance of the one killed, even able to imitate the person’s aura till it seemed real, he was, after all, not truly a Broad Creed Mountain martial practitioner!
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