The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1252 - 667: Reaching Half-step Heavenly Human (Part 2)

The situation suddenly turned perilous.

Li Wushang Dao’s green eyes stared at the sleeping Zhao Douan, teeth clenched, wanting to ask: Did you do this on purpose?

Just as they said they would protect, the enemy arrived, a coincidence that left people speechless.

However, there was clearly no retreat at this time. Although she had no obligation to protect Zhao Douan, this mission was personally led by her master. Li Wushang Dao could disregard Zhao Douan’s life or death, but she couldn’t abandon Jin Jian and run away.

"What a sin..." she sighed in her heart and raised a bright smile, looking at the nine elders walking towards her: "Honored elders, we meet again."

"Demon!" The Island Master of Tianyuan shouted coldly, raising his hand with a grip, a bright blue ice knife appeared in his palm. He stared coldly at the women, then glanced at Zhao Douan, as if understanding something: "So you are all in cahoots! Speak! What is your purpose here in my Thousand Islands?!"

Who is in cahoots with him... Li Wushang Dao nearly fainted.

The woman holding a bamboo basket glared hatefully at the twenty female sorcerers, angrily saying, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and capture this demon!"

However, the sorcerers who were ostensibly "abducted" remained silent, resisting with silence.

"Hehe," Li Wushang Dao smiled charmingly, her eyes glowing: "Don’t speak recklessly, madam. What demon? I just found them good company and became good sisters. I want to make friends with you all; however, I don’t know what misunderstanding leads you to shout and kill..."

An elder looking like a fisherman untied a shabby fishing net from his waist, saying coldly: "Everyone, don’t waste words with this demon, she may be stalling for time; capture these people first, then discuss further!"

The others hesitated briefly, unwilling to tear with the "Imperial Consort of Yu Country" and not daring to incur the wrath of the future Empress.

The Island Master of Tianyuan irritatedly urged, "Act together! Do you think we still have a retreat?"

Thinking of the fierce battle above between Wu Xiankui and Zhang Yan Yi, everyone sighed inwardly, and waves of surging mana began to ripple.

Seeing this, Li Wushang Dao thought to herself that things were not looking good; the opponents were many, while her side had those female sorcerers at most able to withstand two elders.

The woman with dark skin was strong but heavily suppressed... She sighed again, suddenly pulling out a golden hairpin from her head, sharply cutting her palm, and then droplets of fresh blood flew towards the people beside her. Meanwhile, her face quickly turned pale: "My blood can temporarily enhance your charm, thereby weakening their killing intent... I’m not good at fighting, just doing my best to support."

She was halfway through her words when she saw Tuoba Weizhi, expressionless, shooting forward like a cannonball towards the Island Master of Tianyuan: "Those who come close to the master, die!"

Jin Jian also thrust a magic wand into the ground, causing ripples of moonlight to spread.

More than twenty enchanted sorcerers also joined forces, launching attacks on their "compatriots."

In an instant, both sides were plunged into chaotic battle.

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...

In a daze.

Zhao Douan seemed to be walking in a sea of mist, surrounded by white, unable to see any scenery or hear any sounds.

"Where is this? It feels a bit like when I visualize..."

Zhao Douan looked around vigilantly. Earlier, after the Dragon Essence returned, he clearly felt a strong summoning, so sleepy it was as if he hadn’t slept for several days and nights.

"It seems my guess was right, the Dragon Essence is indeed related to this skeleton... Perhaps, the key is here."

Steadying himself, Zhao Douan suddenly heard the whistling of the wind. He followed the sound of the wind toward its source.

After a while, the sea mist suddenly cleared, and he was surprised to find himself standing on a desolate island.

Ahead was a gigantic dragon skeleton. However, this was not a fossil-like lifeless skeleton.

Instead, it was actually floating in the air.

Yes, a Divine Dragon skeleton hovered in the air, seemingly still alive, and the so-called "sky" was not entirely sky either, more like azure seawater, rippling and folding as the dragon skeleton moved.

On a hill, a man in a Dragon Robe stood with hands behind his back, looking up at the swaying Divine Dragon.

"Old... Old Xu?!"

Zhao Douan stopped for a moment, then walked quickly over, taking a clear look at the man’s face. He was astonished because this older man in a loose Dragon Robe and boots of black metal was the Great Yu Grand Ancestor.

However, his age was far younger than in the "Martial God Map," albeit a martial arts cultivator’s appearance was much younger than their real age. But the weathered look on his face could not be concealed.

Old Xu turned his head, glanced at him, but the gaze seemed to look through his body, viewing further beyond: "You have come."

Zhao Douan’s heart raced, but having experienced the Martial God Map, he pondered for a moment and cautiously tested: "Do you eat grapes without spitting the skins?"

Old Xu said expressionlessly: "Do you know how to become a ’Martial God’?"

Well, another automaton... Zhao Douan sighed, unwilling to engage, and as expected, Old Xu didn’t wait for his answer, continuing on his own:

"The birth of the Divine relies on centuries of continuous faith. However, humans find it difficult to achieve this. The lifespan of a Martial Artist reaches a maximum of only two hundred years, and people struggle to truly believe in them. Even the Emperor receives less devotion than the Divine."

Suddenly, he raised his hand, pointing at the dragon skeleton dancing in the sky, saying: "But it is an exception!"