The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1200 - 644: Servant, Tuoba Weizhi, Pays Respect to Master...

Chapter 1200: Chapter 644: Servant, Tuoba Weizhi, Pays Respect to Master...

The black-skinned priestess’s hand, much like a Yu Country woman’s, is delicate and smooth, yet as she grabs the arrows, they spark a dazzling fire in her palm...

"Screech—"

Amid the sharp friction sound, the fearsome force of the arrows was forcibly nullified!

And it’s not just one!

The priestess nonchalantly discards her purely decorative scepter, simultaneously reaching out with both hands, swiftly grabbing and discarding the subsequent arrows!

Zhao Douan’s eyelids twitched wildly; what an unbelievably formidable physique! What monstrous strength!

Indeed... the Liao people’s bloodline has inherently strong bodies; even a young Liao person has strength comparable to a Qi Cultivation martial artist.

Seeing this, Zhao Douan’s last sliver of hope is extinguished!

Half-step Celestial!

This guardian of the La Garden, her strength definitely reached this stage.

Is this the foundation of the Liao Clan? Even though the army has marched, such formidable figures are left behind.

The worst part is, this priestess seems to have the ability to nullify magic!

This means that even if Jin Jian activates teleportation, it could easily be broken by her, preventing their escape!

"A deadlock..."

Zhao Douan swallows hard, sweat drips down his forehead.

He drops the Taibo Bow, quietly grips the handle of the Chasing Saber.

Gradually, his expression calms down.

Without hesitation, he decides to use the Dragon Taming Technique, forcibly awakening the Dragon Essence dormant in his Qi Sea!

Even at the cost of serious injury, he must repel this monstrous priestess to gain a chance to activate teleportation and escape!

However, just as he awakens the Dragon Essence, the imposing priestess climbing step by step, shudders beneath her loose robe.

Suddenly lifting her head, the black eyes behind the pale mask fill with astonishment.

"Don’t, you can’t continuously use such powerful force!"

Yu Xiu weakly crawls up, seeing Zhao Douan standing quietly with his sword, realizing his intent, loudly reminding him.

Due to pain, Jin Jian’s small face twists, yet she struggles to stand, forcefully thrusting the magic wand into the ground.

The single eye at the top of the wand rotates rapidly, a phantom moon-shaped portal slowly appears, attempting to force open teleportation:

"Go, quickly, my wand can barely open the trans—"

The girl’s words halt abruptly, eyes widening at the unbelievable scene:

Zhao Douan stands with his sword, motionless, blocking ahead of them.

And the sinister priestess, who seemed humanly impossible, walks towards Zhao Douan step by step, her terrifying aura retreats rapidly like a tide.

And when the priestess reaches Zhao Douan, she unexpectedly softens her knees, respectfully kneels on the ground, and with a slightly awkward Yu Country dialect says:

"Slave, Tuoba Weizhi, greets the master."

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"Boom!"

In the forest, towering trees break and fall, the entire region becomes a battlefield.

Song Zhi’s purple robe is nearly bursting; the once somewhat scholarly figure now has chest, arms, calves... muscles rising prominently.

Beneath fair skin, hideous, large blue-violet veins bulge.

Even his face is similar, paired with his reddened eyes, intimidating all who look.

At this moment, Song Zhi floats in the air, slowly retracting his fist, the jungle below him billows smoke and dust spreading in rings.

Song Zhi shows no sentimentality, nor checks what damage his punch inflicted on Zhang Yan Yi, he simply twists his body attempting to head toward La Garden.

But as he turns, he sees the Old Heavenly Master inexplicably blocking the way ahead, Zhang Yan Yi dusts off his dust-covered robe and smiles:

"Want to leave already? Didn’t you say you invited me to die? But I haven’t had enough, care to discuss reasoning."

Song Zhi’s pupils quake, surprised by Zhang Yan Yi’s strength.

He borrows the Great La Ba to possess himself, battling the significantly weakened Old Heavenly Master, though he can suppress him, he also remains entangled, unable to free himself.

He coldly says:

"I understand, you’re purposely drawing out the Divine, stalling it here. You’re creating opportunities for others, plotting La Garden? What have you found out?"

Zhang Yan Yi smiles calmly, embodying a celestial demeanor:

"Song Zhi, you’re indeed clever. You should also know, you won’t leave in a short while."

Song Zhi also grins:

"Zhang Yan Yi, afraid your plan will fail. You think, after drawing out Laba God, there’s no guardian left in the La Garden?

I should tell you, beneath a Heavenly Human, entering La Garden means certain death, let me think, you’ve likely sent your disciple to infiltrate, right?

Haha, today it seems like the old will bury the young." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Zhang Yan Yi’s smile slowly fades, he remains silent, the Heavenly Book in his hand enveloped in Qingyun hurls out.

Gazing toward La Garden, his brow also runs impatient:

"Mr. Zhao, success or failure rests on you now."

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"Slave, Tuoba Weizhi, greets the master."

Slave...

Master...

In front of the temple, Yu Xiu stands dumbfounded, hand extended as if to block, stopping mid-air, she questions if she’s under illusion.

Jin Jian is also stunned, the magic wand beside her half-opens the portal, then closes, without care.

What kind of development is this?

It was clearly a life-or-death battle earlier, the figure holding them all here with a fierce expression, how did she suddenly kneel?

Even Pei Niannu, hovering behind, gripping the measuring pole tensely, rarely shows a bewildered expression.

And next, Zhao Douan standing with his sword, amidst all eyes, bears an extremely complex expression, overlooking the priestess kneeling at his feet.

He says, "Lift your head."

"Yes." Tuoba Weizhi respectfully slightly straightens, raising her face.