Chapter 150 - 150
Chapter 150: Showing Himself — Begging on His Knees
"Kill... kill! All of you, die!"
Lu Xiaoyao snarled with a guttural roar, then charged straight at Ye Wushuang and the others.
"Watch out!"
"Everyone, be careful!"
Ye Wushuang only had time to shout a warning before Lu Xiaoyao materialized in front of him and sent him flying with a single punch.
The rest immediately raised their guard.
"Something has taken hold of his mind! Just focus on stopping him first!"
Seeing Lu Xiaoyao attack again, Gu Feng called out a warning to Lu Qingyun and Luo Qianxue, then charged forward to meet Lu Xiaoyao head-on.
In the distance, Ye Wushuang crawled out of a pile of rubble.
His entire body felt as though it were about to shatter. Had his Twelfth-Grade Spirit Armor not absorbed part of the blow, his fate would have been little different from those Saint Emperors.
"Damn it. The Holy Son really is terrifyingly powerful. In any case, we need to snap him out of it first."
"That damned Extreme Frost Immortal King — once Senior Lu arrives, I'll see to it that he dies!"
Ye Wushuang thought viciously.
Ignoring the pain wracking his body, he rushed to join Gu Feng's battle against Lu Xiaoyao.
On the side, Lu Qingyun and Luo Qianxue held nothing back either, unleashing everything they had in an attempt to restrain Lu Xiaoyao.
Fortunately, since Lu Xiaoyao was merely under mental influence, he had not activated the Torrential Battle Armor or any of his other trump cards. Otherwise, Ye Wushuang would have been battered black and blue after a single exchange.
In the shadows, seeing that Ye Wushuang and the other three had actually managed to stall Lu Xiaoyao, Extreme Frost Immortal King regarded them with a measure of respect.
But only a measure.
At this rate, unless Ye Wushuang and the others had some hidden trick, they would ultimately die at Lu Xiaoyao's hands.
"Holy Lord, we can't stop my brother!"
Lu Qingyun was struggling immensely.
Lu Xiaoyao had completely lost himself — he recognized no one and knew only battle.
At the same realm, Lu Qingyun could have fought Lu Xiaoyao to roughly sixty-forty odds. But now that Lu Xiaoyao had comprehended the Law of Frost on top of being two minor realms above her, she stood no chance of holding him back.
Gu Feng's expression was deeply ugly at her words.
He exchanged a glance with Ye Wushuang, and the two arrived at a silent consensus.
In the next moment, Ye Wushuang shouted:
"Senior Extreme Frost! I know you're watching from the shadows!"
"Let me make this clear — Lu Xiaoyao's father is an Immortal Venerable! Do you really want to make an enemy of an Immortal Venerable in a fight to the death?"
At Ye Wushuang's words, Extreme Frost Immortal King's expression changed sharply in the shadows.
If Lu Xiaoyao's father truly was an Immortal Venerable, then he would have to revise his plans.
Never mind his current state — even at his peak before death, an Immortal Venerable could have killed him with nothing more than a word.
But Extreme Frost Immortal King quickly thought of another point.
If Lu Xiaoyao's father were truly an Immortal Venerable, why would he deign to covet a mere Immortal King's inheritance?
Moreover, if his father really were an Immortal Venerable, then his methods would have had no effect on Lu Xiaoyao in the first place.
So, having thought it through, Extreme Frost Immortal King concluded that Ye Wushuang and the others were bluffing.
"Hmph! How dare you deceive this Immortal King? You're courting death!"
Extreme Frost Immortal King's expression was murderous. He brought a finger crashing down, intending to annihilate Ye Wushuang and the others on the spot.
The blood sacrifice formation had already been activated, which meant he no longer needed Ye Wushuang and the others.
All he needed to do now was place Lu Xiaoyao into the formation, and he could possess Lu Xiaoyao's body and be reborn.
Seeing that enormous finger descending, the group's expressions changed drastically.
Before that giant finger, they felt as insignificant as specks of dust. They wanted to dodge, but their bodies were frozen in place, unable to move.
And Lu Xiaoyao, unaffected by the finger, was still charging toward them intent on killing.
Were they all going to die here today?
But at that very moment, a figure that seemed utterly unaffected by the pressure shot forward and charged straight at the descending finger.
"Qingyun, be careful!"
Luo Qianxue cried out.
Lu Qingyun collided with the giant finger — but there was no scene of her being blasted into a mist of blood.
Atop Heavenly Dao Mountain, Lu Xunxian, still in the midst of his discourse with Gu Daoshi, diverted a sliver of his attention toward the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm.
"What's wrong, fellow Daoist?"
"Nothing — just a small matter."
Lu Xunxian shook his head.
Everything happening inside the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm was within his expectations. None of it could possibly harm his son or daughter, and with the numerous safeguards he had left behind, not even an Immortal Emperor could hurt them.
Looking back toward Lu Qingyun's side.
A figure had enveloped Lu Qingyun within itself.
"It's Senior Lu!"
Ye Wushuang made out the figure's appearance and was instantly ecstatic.
It was Lu Xunxian.
Lu Xunxian's avatar appeared before Lu Qingyun, and with a single thought, the finger that could have annihilated every last one of them crumbled to nothing.
He then glanced at Lu Xiaoyao, and the force that had been influencing him dissipated at once.
Clarity returned to Lu Xiaoyao's eyes. He looked around, confused.
"What... what happened?"
"Holy Son, you've finally come to! You scared us half to death just now!"
Seeing Lu Xiaoyao regain his senses, Ye Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly recounted everything that had transpired.
Fury twisted Lu Xiaoyao's face. He glared skyward and cursed.
"Damn you, Extreme Frost Immortal King! I swear I won't rest until you're dead!"
But when he turned to Lu Xunxian, shame crept across Lu Xiaoyao's face.
"Dad, I've let you down. I couldn't even defend against something like that."
Lu Xunxian, with Lu Qingyun at his side, walked up to Lu Xiaoyao. He reached out and gently ruffled his son's hair.
"That's perfectly normal. Your opponent was a Peak Immortal King Realm powerhouse. Though only a trace of his True Spirit remains, that's still far beyond what you could have guarded against."
"You did well. Just be more careful next time."
"Alright. I understand, Dad."
Lu Xiaoyao took every word to heart, silently cursing Extreme Frost Immortal King in his mind.
And Extreme Frost Immortal King, hiding in the shadows, felt his expression change the instant he saw Lu Xunxian.
He finally began to believe what Ye Wushuang had said. Lu Xiaoyao's father really was an Immortal Venerable!
In the next moment, Extreme Frost Immortal King showed himself voluntarily. Without a word, he dropped to his knees before Lu Xunxian.
"Spare me, Senior! I truly didn't know he was your son! Had I known, I would never have dared lay a hand on him!"
"Please spare my life, Senior! I'm willing to be your beast of burden, your servant, your slave!"
Before an Immortal Venerable, let alone his current self — even at his peak, he would have stood absolutely no chance of escaping alive.
So rather than fleeing, it was better to show himself and beg on his knees. Perhaps that might persuade Lu Xunxian to spare his life — and maybe, just maybe, he could even latch onto an Immortal Venerable's coattails.