Chapter Eighty-Fifth: The Selfless Secret Technique of the Duanjin Clan

  "Not good! Everyone scatter immediately!", The boss of the Ghost Refining Hell was shocked and pale as he saw the silver tornado rushing towards them, hastily shouting orders for his subordinates to dodge, but unfortunately this reminder came too late, before he could even finish speaking, the tornado fiercely crashed into the battle circle formed by the people of the Ghost Refining Hell!

  "Ah!!", hundreds of screams almost simultaneously, the audience in the stands looked down and saw that wherever the silver whirlwind went, large pieces of blood mist rose up, among which countless severed limbs were swept into the air, and then torn to shreds by the whirlwind. The cold wind blew, and the intense bloody smell rushed straight into people's noses!

  Lei Shuo's rapid rotation, the giant sword in his hand cut off one enemy limb after another without stopping. In an instant, this whirlwind had already created a huge gap in the originally impenetrable battle formation of Gui Lian Yu. Although he wanted to capture all the enemies at once, Lei Shuo's physical strength had also reached its limit. He barely controlled the whirlwind to return to the Blood Refining Sect's camp before thudding heavily onto the ground with a loud crash.

  Lei Shuo's body was not fully recovered to begin with, and after barely managing to unleash this soul technique that had a shocking destructive power, he almost fainted from exhaustion. He Lian Nu immediately rushed over to him, supporting his weak body as she turned back towards their own camp, placing him in Sang Xiao's arms. Seeing Lei Shuo still struggling to get up and continue fighting, He Lian Nu gently pressed down on his shoulder, saying in a tone that did not allow for any questioning: "Your task is already complete, now just quietly recover your strength here, don't forget our ultimate goal! As for those people from Gui Lian Bi, with me and Luo Lao Da, it's enough!"

  Lei Shuo nodded helplessly, leaned his head on Sang Xiao's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest. He knew that before the end of the war, recovering a little more physical strength would mean having a little more hope of successfully escaping. Otherwise, with his current physical condition, he was afraid he could only become a burden to his companions.

  Lei Shuo's move, Crazy Thunder Whirlwind Slash, although short-lived, caused extremely terrifying destruction. Everywhere he passed through was devoid of a single living person, with severed limbs and blood covering the ground like a hell on earth. Ling Xiang roughly calculated that just this one attack had consumed over 100 of Gui Lian Duan's combat power. To think that both sides only had a base of 500 people, and adding to the previous casualties, Gui Lian Duan now had less than 200 people who could still hold on. In contrast, Xue Lian Duan still had over 300 people surviving!

  "It seems that the Blood Refining Hell has taken the upper hand again!", Lan Youzhu subconsciously looked in the direction of her husband, but found that Qian Huan Gongzi's face did not change at all due to this blow. On the contrary, he was leisurely fiddling with the jade pendant hanging from his waist, as if he had not noticed the change in the situation on the field at all!

  "Could this guy still have an ace up his sleeve? Seeing Thousand Illusions' confident appearance, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Originally, Lei Shuo's One-Step-to-Human-Soul technique had completely given Blood Refining Hell the upper hand, but Thousand Illusions' performance made Ling Xiao feel uneasy all along. He knew that with Thousand Illusions' impulsive personality, if he didn't have sufficient confidence to turn the situation around, he wouldn't be this calm!"

  However, the trump card of the Ghost Refining Hell, Jiu Wuduan, had already died in the previous battle with Zhu Bajie. Now that Qian Huan Gongzi was left with no other tricks up his sleeve, what other hidden cards did he have? Ling Xiao rubbed his brow, feeling increasingly uneasy and anxious.

  One side suffered heavy casualties, and the other's general was forced to retreat. The fighting in the arena temporarily ceased, and Luo Tian took advantage of this opportunity to order his remaining men to be vigilant. He himself gripped his saber and slowly walked towards Gui Lianyu's formation. He Lianuo knew that he was going to settle the old score with Gui Lianyu. Although Gui Lianyu was now at a disadvantage, He Lianuo still didn't dare to underestimate him. He inserted the Tianlang dagger back into his waist and closely followed Luo Tian.

  The people of Gui Lian Yu had already been frightened by Lei Shuo's bloody massacre, and when they saw the two enemies walking towards them with big strides, each one nervously picked up their weapons. The leader of Gui Lian Yu stopped his subordinates who were about to rush forward, and walked out alone to meet Luo Tian. He knew that his men needed a little time to calm down their inner fears, otherwise even a slight injury would cause this already thoroughly frightened team to collapse!

  Three people stood still at a distance of about three to four meters, Luo Tian looked at the other party with a complex expression and said in a heavy tone: "Young Master Shao, you really don't want to change your mind?"

  "Change your mind? Luo Changlao, aren't you ashamed to say such things now? What's left for me to change my mind about?" The young master of the Shaoyang tribe sneered with a self-mocking tone that was quite evident.

  Luo Tian raised his head to glance at the heavily guarded arena, lowering his voice as he replied: "Yes, I was wrong. In this current situation, you've probably long since steeled yourself to survive in this hellhole. Back then, I really should have hardened my heart and refused your father's request. Perhaps if I had, none of today's events would have occurred. But...I really want to know, haven't you ever regretted betraying the Duan Jin clan?"

  "Regret? I've long forgotten what regret is. In fact, since the day I was caught, I've lost everything - dignity, fame, wealth, being a young master, reviving the He Lian clan... all of these things seem so hypocritical in the face of survival. Luo Changlao, I know you've always looked down on me, but this is fate, you can't change it. I can give up anything else, but I just want to live!

  As soon as Luo Tian mentioned his father, the young master's heart was clearly stirred up. He spoke faster and louder, almost screaming by the end. Obviously, he didn't really feel indifferent about everything as he claimed."

  He Lian Nu looked at the young tribal leader with a mixture of pity and confusion, unsure how to evaluate this person. For some reason, He Lian Nu felt that the man in front of her was similar to Ling Yun - they had both been betrayed by fate, they had both betrayed themselves, and their dreams were the same: survival!

  Thinking of Lingyun, He Lianuo suddenly realized that this person seemed to have disappeared from his sight for a long time, although they lived in the same dwelling every day. It was as if Lingyun was deliberately avoiding them. This time, with his lower limbs paralyzed, he naturally didn't need to participate in the group fight. But if the escape plan succeeded, should they also rescue him? After all, given his hatred for Ling Xiao, staying behind would mean certain death!

  On the other side, Helian was getting more and more agitated as he thought about it, but Luo Tian on the other hand had been thoroughly enraged by the words of the young master of the Xiao tribe. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the latter's clothes, glared at him with wide eyes, gritted his teeth and roared: "Bastard! How can you say such a thing?! The Duan Jin tribe exists for Helian alone, every single person in the tribe is willing to stake their own life to defend Helian's dignity, but you... You, as the future master of the Duan Jin tribe, actually dare to say such a thing! Fine, since you are so unrighteous, I, Luo Tian, will teach you a lesson today on behalf of your father!"

  "Teach me?" The young leader of the minority group gently pushed away the enraged Luo Tian, adjusted his clothes and said lightly: "Do you think that our Ghost Refining Hell has already fallen into a desperate situation? The Duan Jin clan? This title is so unfamiliar to us now!" As he spoke, he slowly brought out his left hand from behind his back, smiled and slowly opened his fist.

  "Shall we begin?" Qian Huan Gongzi gently put down the jade pendant he was playing with and looked at the arena with great interest.

  "This is... this is...", Luo Tian's eyes widened as he saw the object in Shaoyu's palm, and his words became incoherent. Even Helianno, who was still thinking about how to escape after the battle, felt that something was off. He looked up at Shaoyu and saw a golden light slowly expanding from the center of his left palm!

  "Not bad, this is what you call the Broken Gold Clan's untransmitted secret, only the clan leader and his successor can cultivate the self-sacrificing secret technique, Wan Ren Zhi Lin! The expression on the face of the young clan leader gradually became ferocious, big drops of sweat dripping down his cheeks to the ground, apparently this secret technique he mentioned would come at a considerable cost!"

  "Stop right there, you damn fool! Don't you know the consequences of using that secret technique?!" Luo Tian bellowed loudly, his eyes revealing a strange glimmer of concern and affection. It was clear that although this young master was quite unworthy, Luo Tian still had a kind of elder's protective feelings towards him.

  "Luo Lao Da, this Wan Ren forest, what kind of secret technique is it? Why does that Shao Zu Long look so painful?", He Lian Nu couldn't help but feel curious seeing Luo Tian's reaction.

  "Wan Jian's Forest is one of the secret techniques that can be cultivated by the patriarchs of my Duan Jin family for generations, with a power comparable to that of ordinary earth-level soul techniques. This technique has no restrictions on the cultivator's cultivation, as long as they master the method of cultivation, they can display it. However, while gaining great power, it will also cause great harm to the body of the practitioner, so Wan Jian's Forest is also known as a self-sacrificing secret technique!"

  As they spoke, the golden light ball in the hands of the tribal leader suddenly cracked into two halves with a loud noise. He slowly stretched out his right hand and took one half away. In the blink of an eye, the two light balls in his hands began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye!

  "No! Heli, stop him quickly, don't let the two light balls in his hands touch, or we'll all be in danger!" Luo Tian's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed the horse-slaying knife and rushed forward.