Chapter 895 Returning to recuperate, the ruler of the M country.

The silver moon slanted down, the cold wind howled, and Kunlun was exceptionally desolate at night.

Wang Xiaoke slumped weakly in his seat, when a woman's voice drifted from afar.

"It's our sect leader. Strange, what was that strange phenomenon just now?"

The association members, led by Bai Ming, landed in front of Wang Xiaoke.

Seeing the shocking extent of his injuries, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

“Such a serious injury!”

Gu Li's eyelids twitched. What happened after they left?

Wang Xiaoke endured the pain and forced a smile: "The secret realm collapsed, which caused some noise, but luckily I escaped in advance."

"The secret realm has collapsed?"

Bai Ming and the others were shocked. This battle had actually sunk a small world!?

No one expected that the two sides could go to such lengths, destroying thousands of miles of land in a single day; it was nothing short of a miracle.

"Where is my master?" Bai Ming's eyes held a hidden worry. Before she left, Han Daoren had attracted a heavenly tribulation and was in danger.

The collapse of the secret realm is likely closely related to the tribulations of the three.

Bai Ming felt a tightness in his chest. If his master hadn't come out, he was most likely already...

Her eyes were slightly red; she wanted to enter the secret realm but couldn't even find the entrance.

"What bad luck!"

Several more streaks of light rushed in, and the Dragon Group and the independent cultivators returned to Kunlun.

"Despite the combined efforts of several forces, they couldn't stop the old man from the Xiao family from dying!"

Nie Wentian walked up to the people, shaking his head and saying with disgust.

"Only the patriarch of a noble family can rival Xiao Cang, but he is seriously injured and no one can do anything about him. Alas, what a pity."

Inside the secret realm, the Xiao family, sensing the unfavorable situation, had already quietly left.

Those guarding outside were naturally unwilling to let them off easily and joined forces to pursue and eliminate them.

That's just the result.

"Hmph, where can they run to? They've turned against their own side in the face of battle, aiding and abetting evil."

Wang Xiaoke stood up shakily, the murderous intent in his eyes almost tangible.

"Once I'm free... the Xiao family will have to pay the price for their choices!"

The room fell silent. Despite Wang Xiaoke's frail appearance, no one doubted the truthfulness of his words.

Nie Wentian grinned, his smile obsequious: "Sect Master Wang is not only powerful but also righteous, truly a blessing to us cultivators!"

He was quite happy to watch the show; the Xiao family had gotten themselves into big trouble.

"metropolitan!"

Master Taixu returned defeated, followed by Elder Kunlun.

"It's all my fault for not doing things properly and failing to stop the Xiao family members."

"The Ji family, the Nangong family... those forces have already spoken to me."

"The battle resulted in considerable casualties and attrition, and the troops urgently need recuperation."

"Then they left first."

Wang Xiaoke nodded in acknowledgment; at that moment, he had no mind to care about anything else.

If it weren't for the sect leader's reputation, he would have liked to just lie down and go to sleep...

"Where is Ancestor Shenyuan?" The eight elders of the Mo family arrived, riding their qi.

Mo Shoujian scanned the area with his thick eyebrows, but found no trace of Mo Shenyuan.

“Senior Mo, that old fox, and my master.” Bai Ming’s face was grim.

"They have all... perished in the secret realm."

Mo Shoujian's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the blood-stained white clothes.

His eyes were incredibly complex, filled with reproach, helplessness, and sadness.

Mo Shenyuan was his great-grandfather in terms of seniority, so it would be a lie to say that there was no affection between them.

"Alas, it is fate. My great-grandfather was upright throughout his life. To save the people of China, he was willing to exchange his life for a chance to survive."

An elder suggested, "Why not erect a monument on Kunlun Mountain so that we can look out over the world?"

Another elder of the clan expressed his dissatisfaction: "I think Mount Tai has better feng shui."

The elders of the Mo family, upon their passing, were mostly buried deep in Mount Tai.

"Stop." Wang Xiaoke was numb: "They're not dead yet."

"Aren't you afraid that the Divine Abyss Ancestor will come out and beat you up if you're in such a hurry to build a tomb?"

The Mo family elders looked at each other, full of doubt.

The ancestor didn't die?

What about the others?

Bai Ming's body trembled violently, and he grabbed Wang Xiaoke's arm.

It was like grasping at the last straw.

"Really, Xiao Ke? My master... is he really still alive?"

"hiss!"

Bai Ming noticed that his eyebrows were trembling and realized that his arm was almost useless.

Awkwardly withdrawing her hand, she coughed and said, "Sorry, Xiao Ke, I lost my composure."

"Yes! They're fine, they just can't show their faces for the time being."

Wang Xiaoke clicked his tongue.

If Heaven has locked onto Wu Tu's aura, then the Heavenly Punishment will continue.

He had considered this point; he would send them to the Ancient Realm later.

Once the Heavenly Dao imprint fades, suppressing the cultivation level should be fine.

The mountain wind was like a knife, piercing through Wang Xiaoke's tattered clothes. Surrounded by cultivators, a graceful figure in a purple dress stood in the void, her long eyelashes slightly lowered.

The gaze was fixed on the boy in white, or rather, the boy in blood-stained clothes.

As if touched by something, Wang Xiaoke looked up and met the gaze of the stunning beauty.

His expression froze instantly; he looked helpless, nervous, and guilty. To those nearby, he looked like he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Pretty sister? You...you weren't at home. It's dangerous here, so I...that..."

Wang Xiaoke hurriedly explained, and the others then looked at Mo Yanyu.

That person exuded the majesty of a high-ranking official, and every gesture he made revealed his dignity and nobility.

Mo Yanyu's phoenix eyes were frosty as she walked straight up the empty staircase.

"Oh?" Bai Ming raised his sleeve to cover his smile. It looks like the sect leader is going to get a scolding.

Just moments ago, he was arrogantly saying he would deal with the Xiao family, but now he's as weak as a lamb to the slaughter.

It's strangely funny.

The elders of the Mo family smiled kindly; they had high hopes for this Phoenix Maiden.

At such a young age, his cultivation level has already caught up with those old men.

They have a bright future ahead of them.

"You've kept everything from me, Wang Xiao Ke. Have you forgotten all the promises you made to me?"

Mo Yanyu's icy voice, accompanied by footsteps, clearly reached his ears.

"Are you waiting until you die out there before you come and tell me to collect your body?"

Seeing her aggressive approach, Wang Xiaoke's pain temporarily subsided.

"I really didn't mean to hide it from you... You know, I was afraid something might happen to you, and besides, concern makes things complicated, and I couldn't concentrate on anything..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Xiaoke closed her eyes and collapsed weakly, landing right into Mo Yanyu's arms.

"Take a break, we'll settle the score later."

Mo Yanyu sighed helplessly, then picked up Wang Xiaoke, who was covered in bruises.

After examining the injuries, her perpetually icy face softened with tenderness and affection.

"How foolish of you to insist on being strong. If I were here, you wouldn't have been seriously injured."

"I'm afraid something might happen to me... but how could I not be afraid something might happen to you?"

Mo Yanyu's voice was very low. For him, what did it matter if she had to use that treasure?

"Elders, Master, and everyone else, it's time to return."

Mo Yanyu took a step forward, the mark between her brows flashed, and a phantom phoenix flapped its wings and landed, prostrating itself in front of her.

Bai Ming nodded, waved his hand to summon the spirit boat, and set off with everyone.

"Go back to Kyoto!"

……

Within country M.

Before dawn, Shangguan Wan traveled 20,000 li and finally returned to the Papacy.

Unlike the grand procession before her departure, all the men she brought were lost!

The only two Nascent Soul cultivators were also besieged and killed by Chinese cultivators.

Now, the Church of Light is reduced to only her and a hundred or so low-ranking believers...

"Damn it, he risked his life by swallowing pills. He won't be able to go to the Ancient Realm this time. I'll have to wait another hundred years for the Heavenly Dao to be repaired before I can break through!"

Enraged, Shangguan Wan crushed the armrest of the throne to pieces.

To break free from her constraints, she sealed her spiritual source for over two thousand years.

Mingming almost left, but was stopped by the young Wang family member.

After a long pause, she raised her eyes, her golden pupils conveying both authority and indifference.

"That kid was injured at his core, and he probably died in the secret realm along with the three of them. Even if he survives... it will take him a year and a half to recover from his injuries."

"Without the protection of a half-saint, I have plenty of ways to get rid of him!"

She glanced sideways to examine the severed arm, then summoned a follower of the Condensation of Essence.

"Send people to keep an eye on China's movements and report any news immediately."

"Also, inform the leader of the United States to come see me in person!"

"Yes."

Shangguan Wan still needed to heal her injuries, so after giving the instructions, she went into seclusion at the sacred site.

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