Chapter 130: Get Out

"Mu You, little brother..."
"Mu You, big brother..."

The two women, hearing Mu You’s words, suddenly halted the rushing violet and ghostly green lights, staring blankly at the dying youth before them, uncertain of what to do next.

They were anxious, yes, but they trusted Mu You more. Yet, at this moment, no matter how much they believed in him, Mu You’s situation was undeniably grim and beyond hopeful.

Realizing this, the two women’s gazes hardened with resolve. It seemed their fate was sealed this time—if death awaited them, then they would face it alongside Mu You.

"He told you both not to come. You two, come back quickly. Don’t jeopardize the bigger picture."

At that moment, Wanyan Cang hurried over to the two women, forcibly pulling them away just as they were about to intervene between Mu You and Jing Dule.

"Let go!" An Ruxiang’s voice was icy and chilling, her aura exuding a deadly intent.

"Or else I’ll kill you!" Even the usually gentle and delicate Xuan Yao now radiated a sinister violet coldness, warning Wanyan Cang with unwavering resolve.

This old coward, afraid of death and willing to coast along, shamelessly spoke of the “bigger picture” even now for the sake of survival!

"You..."

Wanyan Cang, having lived most of his life, was never before scolded by juniors. He felt humiliated and angry, but sensing the overwhelming power surging uncontrollably within the two women, he immediately shrank back in fear.

As for Xuan Yao, she was a wielder of the Holy Word—her dominance over You Ba on the rooftop was still vividly remembered. And now, An Ruxiang’s power rivaled Xuan Yao’s, which astonished Wanyan Cang greatly.

Could it be that An Ruxiang had also mastered the Holy Word? Ridiculous!

To face two opponents of equal level who could wield the Holy Word was tantamount to courting death!

"I said, don’t come any closer!"

Just as the two women were about to rush to Mu You’s side, he shouted fiercely again.

He was truly afraid.

Unlike Manshu Shahua, who was grievously wounded and suffering the pain of separation from An Ruohuan, Jing Dule was not on the brink of death. If anything, his strength was close to half a step into the S-rank. Jing Dule was a fully-fledged, one hundred percent S-rank. The difference in their levels was starkly felt after Mu You’s confrontation with him.

They were not even on the same plane.

Since awakening his supernatural abilities, Mu You’s bloodline level had allowed him to overpower other death row inmates easily. Yet, in his battle with Jing Dule, he was horrified to find his bloodline submitting to Jing Dule’s power.

Bear in mind, Mu You now possessed A-rank strength and had consumed the nectar of the Eight-Treasure Snow Lotus, infused with the baptism of the Holy Word. His power was far beyond what it was the last time he faced the Ghost Chaser. Still, before the resolute Jing Dule, he was powerless to resist.

The S-rank power had evolved to such a terrifying degree.

But what truly terrified Mu You was not the enemy’s ferocity or the looming crisis, but the fear that others would perish alongside him.

If death was inevitable, he would rather die alone, ensuring his friends and family could escape the abyss. At the very least, he would do his utmost to hold off the enemy.

Yet now, with Jing Dule, there was no chance even for him to die first; a single strike from the latter could obliterate everyone present.

"Run... run!"

Mu You screamed with all his might, his voice torn with anguish, sensing that the last vanished strike from Jing Dule was not truly gone. That ever-present sense of destruction was even greater than the previous barrage from Jing Dule.

Everyone in Building A was bewildered. Mu You’s focus was not on himself but on the others, and his terror-stricken roar urged them frantically.

"Run! Run! Just get the hell out of here... it’s already too late!!!"

His voice cracked with desperation.

Seeing this, the group momentarily lost their composure and instinctively retreated.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. He’s right, it’s too late. That last strike was just to quiet you down, stop you from fleeing. The real destruction is only just beginning."

Jing Dule said, his brow suddenly blooming open as the silver cold light that had earlier hidden in the void reappeared with a vengeance.

"Your ability seems connected to your left side, especially that blood-ink colored left eye. I hate that, so I’ll just split you apart."

With that, the silver cold light pierced through Mu You’s left side, then shot straight down beneath everyone’s feet. The ensuing tremor caused countless shards of light to explode outward, the destructive radiance instantly engulfing them all!

"Everyone, come together! Those with defensive abilities, act now! The Three Tablets of Hell at the Abyss!"

At this moment, Jing Fei nearly lost his voice as he summoned dozens of obsidian shields out of thin air, while three massive stones of hell enclosed the group within their protection.

"Absolute Territory of Doom: Nine-God Destruction Formation!"

Long She quickly followed, the Nine-Faced Divine Mirror combined and amplified, shielding their feet.

He Jing, having just extracted the Meridian Soul-Breaking Worm from Quan Xi’s body, sensed the sudden upheaval and without hesitation swallowed it whole. His blood surged violently, and he clasped hands with Xu Chen.

"Ice Chi Spreading the Celestial Realm!"

A massive frost barrier containing the drifting Ice Chi suddenly enveloped them overhead. Meanwhile, various empowering energies wove around them one after another. Under the pressure of life and death, every death row inmate exerted their full strength, clustering tightly like grasshoppers on a string.

"Tsk, tsk, does it work? Not at all."

Jing Dule sneered, and with a crack, the group’s defenses shattered instantly, and they all plummeted underground.

"Haha, all taken care of. Looks like it’s time for me to get down to business, brother..."

Jing Dule looked playfully toward a certain dark spot deep beneath the earth and spoke with a mischievous tone.