Chapter 841: Heart
"This is a bit hard, it hurts my butt," Li Xiaofei muttered as he sat on the Jade Emperor’s throne. His first impression of the seat was thoroughly unimpressed.
In truth, those seats of power so envied by the masses often prioritized imposing dignity and authority above the user's comfort. It was utterly absurd in his view.
Closing his eyes, Li Xiaofei replayed in his mind the motions Song Yu had made earlier when she activated the formation. His hands gently brushed along the armrests of the throne. A few moments later—
Buzz.
A faint hum sounded as the light prison within the great hall swiftly disappeared. Little Aunt burst free while Luo Ge also slowly regained consciousness. Her face was filled with confusion as she glanced around, then she instantly tensed up in wary alertness.
At the same time, the group of longsword-wielding black Ruos seemed to finally react, as they surged toward them like a black tidal wave. Little Aunt grabbed Luo Ge and leaped into the air in one motion, arriving by Li Xiaofei’s side in an instant.
"Move! Head straight to Doushuai Palace!" She shouted.
She transformed into a streak of green light as she darted toward the back of Lingxiao Hall. Li Xiaofei called for Black Emperor while grabbing Lin Yi with one hand. He was soon hot on her heels.
The swarm of longsword black Ruo turned into streams of black light as they chased after them in a crazed pursuit. Little Aunt, who was intimately familiar with Heaven’s layout and terrain, moved like a flash of green lightning as she weaved through the white jade corridors behind the hall.
Meanwhile, more longsword-wielding black Ruos, along with all kinds of bizarre, mutated Ruo creatures, began gathering from all directions to cut off their escape.
One hundred and eight bright green leaves spun rapidly around Little Aunt, forming a deadly zone of slaughter that shredded any approaching mutated Ruos the instant they drew near.
Li Xiaofei continued to sweep the Golden-Patterned Soaring Dragon Spear out in relentless arcs. His cultivation and spear technique were both advancing at an astonishing pace. He had entered a state of pure, undistracted combat.