Chapter 80: Where Can I Get Plastic Surgery

The feeling of being thrown through the air struck again, this time landing in a thin embrace, as if he had crashed into a skeleton.

A pill, rich with the scent of medicine, appeared in his mouth, dissolving instantly and completely healing Xu Xiaoshou's injuries in a flash.

He snapped his eyes open, covered in cold sweat, and realized he was in Sang Lao's arms.

"Hehe, you brat, I didn't lie to you, did I? As long as you have one breath left, I can bring you back!"

Xu Xiaoshou almost punched him, because just a moment ago, he had been on the brink of death, one foot in the grave.

It seemed less like a rescue and more like an attempt on his life!

If it had been even a little slower...

Just then, the situation on the stage changed dramatically.

After flinging Xu Xiaoshou away, the masked figure's use of "Jin Zhao Tian Fen" weakened his control over the "Jin Gu Jian Qi" binding the nine great elders.

Not a single person missed this fleeting opportunity.

"Attack!"

The nine white-haired elders broke free from the sword qi in an instant, surging forward with their spiritual energy so intense it cracked the void.

Sang Lao had just barely managed to feed the pill to Xu Xiaoshou when he saw Ye Xiaotian could no longer hold back, tearing a massive chunk of space from the sky and hurling it at the masked figure.

A huge hole appeared in the heavens, quickly mending itself.

In that brief moment, Xu Xiaoshou was nearly sucked into the spatial turbulence; only Sang Lao's grip saved him.

"Stop!" Sang Lao roared.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. Wasn't this the perfect chance for a combined assault? Why call it off?

And the power of that "Bian Tian Shou"...

Xu Xiaoshou swore it was the most awe-inspiring spiritual technique he had ever seen.

No one paid attention to Sang Lao. Ye Xiaotian's "Bian Tian Shou" appeared right in front of the masked figure, smashing down overhead.

Whoosh!

The masked figure calmly extended a single finger again. This time, Xu Xiaoshou saw it clearly—it was sword intent channeled through the finger, appearing frail and unassuming.

Yet in the next instant, a beam of white light pierced through the spatial fragments, striking Ye Xiaotian's figure!

The expected spray of blood didn't happen—it was just an afterimage!

Boom!

The spatial fragments crashed down, pulverizing the void into dust and creating a massive black hole.

Xu Xiaoshou's jaw nearly dropped. Was there any way to survive that?

Wait—no!

He quickly looked up. Through his "perception," the struck masked figure was also an afterimage.

A silhouette appeared in the air above. Ye Xiaotian hadn't even steadied himself when two fingers jabbed into his throat.

"Ugh!"

Blood gushed out, staining the ends of Ye Xiaotian's white hair red, his eyes filled with shock.

The masked figure materialized before him, smirking mockingly.

"Space attributes are impressive, but your combat awareness is lacking. You guessed..."

He seized Ye Xiaotian by the arm, turning to the bewildered nine great elders below, and said coldly, "If you move, he dies."

"You..."

One of the elders started to speak, but the masked figure swept his fingers across, severing an arm that plummeted into the void.

"Talking counts too."

Dead silence fell!

In that moment, time seemed to freeze. No one dared to breathe, let alone utter a word, fearing any misstep would cost them their inner court dean and doom Tian Sang Ling Gong forever.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were wide with horror. He clenched his fists, feeling his blood boil.

Perhaps this person was indeed from some so-called evil organization, but it was the first time he had witnessed a true powerhouse suppressing the entire scene single-handedly.

Zong Shi was already the peak of his current cultivation.

And among the nine great elders, he was certain none were below the Zong Shi realm.

Including the combat-ineffective Xiao Qiuxiu, now a hostage Ye Xiaotian, and Sang Lao holding him— their cultivations were likely even stronger.

Yet, with over a dozen of them united, they hadn't so much as scratched the masked figure.

This was true strength, true unrestrained power!

Once cultivation reached that level, what inner court restrictions, what veteran innate assassinations— all of it was just trash...

Smack!

Sang Lao slapped Xu Xiaoshou on the head, snapping him out of his daze.

"What are you thinking at your age!"

"Stay away from people like him—they die young!"

Xu Xiaoshou: ...

He muttered, "Oh," and said nothing more, though a strange resolve began to take root in his heart.

Sang Lao sighed. How could he not know what was going through this young man's mind?

Gazing at the masked figure, he fell silent.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the one who once dominated an era—appearing now, he captivated hearts once more.

"I thought you wouldn't be the one coming tonight," Sang Lao said.

"If not me, then you'd have caught them," the masked figure replied, looking at him.

Sang Lao sighed. "Go ahead, I won't stop you."

The nine great elders grew anxious, but seeing Ye Xiaotian's anguished face, they couldn't say a word.

What else could they do? Let him go.

Tian Sang Ling Gong was vast, yet small in its own way.

They had mobilized everything to capture him; fighting on would damage their foundations.

The masked figure showed no sign of leaving. Gripping Ye Xiaotian, he said, "I'm just taking one thing. I won't hurt anyone."

"With me here, forget a sword— you won't take so much as a blade of grass or a tree from Tian Sang Ling Gong!" Sang Lao raged.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood— so the thing the masked figure wanted was a sword?

What kind of sword would warrant such an all-out effort from Tian Sang Ling Gong to protect it?

He was curious, but this wasn't the time for him to butt in. He knew better than to joke around.

The masked figure chuckled lightly. "Do you think you can guard this place forever?"

"Are you threatening me?" Sang Lao was so furious his hat nearly flew off. "Tian Sang Ling Gong is my second home. If I don't guard it here, where would I go?"

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to ask about the first home but held back.

Can't be reckless, can't be impulsive!

The masked figure fell silent at that. He suddenly turned to Xu Xiaoshou. "Give me this person, and I'll leave right away."

Xu Xiaoshou: ???

What? You're here for a sword, right? Why are you targeting me now!

Is there something wrong with this world? Everyone's after me?

I don't think I'm that outstanding!

"You're asking for death!"

Sang Lao erupted in fury, like a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched.

In an instant, white smoke billowed in the air, the void twisted as if scorched by extreme heat.

"Inch by inch!"

The masked figure's laughter was eerie, his hoarse voice grating on the soul.

"Wen Ming, right? Wait for me— I'll come back for you." He slashed two fingers through the void and vanished.

Wen Ming?

Xu Xiaoshou froze for a second, then nodded frantically.

Yes, yes!

I'm Wen Ming— you have to come find me!

Remember the name as the signal, make sure you recognize it, don't forget!

"Even if your name's wrong, I'll remember your face..."

The faint echo faded, leaving Xu Xiaoshou stunned.

Damn it!

Just remember the name— why memorize my face too!

"Who is Wen Ming?" Sang Lao asked, watching him disappear and glancing down.

"That doesn't matter!"

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hands frantically, panicking. "Do you know where I can get plastic surgery? I'll be right back!"