Chapter 749: Yin-Yang Man and Catwalk Woman

"Zu'an!" Yun Yuqing turned her head to see Zu'an holding her and was both surprised and delighted.

Seeing the fine sweat on her forehead, Zu'an felt a touch of remorse, knowing her nerves had been stretched to their limit during their recent exchange. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said.

"I'm fine," Yun Yuqing said, quickly looking at his chest. "Your injury?"

Zu'an chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Did you forget I'm the hardest man in the world?"

Yun Yuqing's face flushed slightly, and she mentally scoffed. At a time like this, he still managed to say such things.

"That's impossible!" the people nearby exclaimed, staring at Zu'an in disbelief. They knew firsthand the immense power of the siege crossbow; an ordinary person struck by such a bolt would likely explode into a pulp of flesh. For Zu'an to remain "whole" as he did was already a testament to his high cultivation level.

How was it that he wasn't dead now, but acted as if nothing had happened? He was just a little pale.

They had all just witnessed him being impaled by the enormous crossbow bolt and pinned to the wall. In that state, even if he didn't die, he should have been severely wounded, his internal organs ripped apart by the immense impact.

Cultivators at the seventh rank possess powerful recovery abilities, but with injuries like that, it would clearly take at least ten days to half a month to recover.

How long had it been for this guy? A mere few minutes?

"I'll deal with these annoying guys first," Yun Yuqing said. She drew her final stroke in the air, and a purple rune appeared in mid-air. Then, all the previously faint runes in the air brightened severalfold.

"Rain's Resentment, Cloud's Sorrow: Banish Evil!"

Yun Yuqing quickly formed hand seals. The runes filling the sky flared with dazzling light, and then countless purple rays shot out.

The people in the field desperately dodged. Seven warriors wielding plain sabers pulled out several shields to block in front of them, but unfortunately, the shields were hit by the purple rays and were pierced instantly. The death warriors were then riddled with bloodied holes and fell to the ground, clearly beyond saving.

The tall, thin man holding a red-tassled spear wielded countless spear shadows in front of him, scattering the purple rays. However, he knew that if this continued, he would eventually be exhausted and die there. So, he tapped his foot, thrust his spear forward, and spun his entire body in a spiral. Man and spear became one, transforming into a sharp, spiraling surge of energy, charging towards Yun Yuqing.

He clearly understood that fighting a runemaster from a distance was suicide. His only chance of survival was to get close.

Unfortunately, a purple barrier flashed in front of him, blocking his path.

The expert roared, spinning even faster. Sparks flew as his spear tip scraped against the barrier.

Seeing the barrier bulge into a sharp protrusion from his thrust, Zu'an quickly shielded Yun Yuqing behind him. "Be careful!" he warned.

Yun Yuqing smiled faintly. "Don't worry, this array can automatically absorb his power for its own use. The harder he pushes, the stronger its defense becomes."

Zu'an listened, dumbfounded. "This flashy technique is truly formidable! Couldn't it just trap people until they die?"

However, he quickly understood that everything has its limits. When an opponent's strength far surpassed hers, they could still overcome it with sheer force, or simply endure all her purple ray attacks.

Didn't that old dragon on the road to the capital directly take her powerful move without any ill effect?

Unfortunately, the strength of the people inside was far from that of the old dragon. A crisp *bang* was heard, and the spearhead could no longer withstand such immense power, snapping into two.

The tall, thin man looked at the broken spear tip, utterly devastated.

For years, he had lived by his spear. He hadn't even let go of it while sleeping; this spear had long since become one with him.

His master once told him: "As long as the spear is, so is the man; if the spear perishes, so does the man."

The moment this thought arose, his body was pierced by several purple rays, and numerous mists of blood exploded. Even though a seventh-rank cultivator possesses powerful regenerative abilities, there are limits. Having sustained so many fatal injuries in such a short time, recovery was impossible.

Yet, even as he closed his eyes, his entire body remained standing in place, like a javelin.

Zu'an sighed. "This man has reached the realm of man and spear becoming one. If he hadn't encountered a runemaster like you, but a close-combat opponent, it's hard to say who would have won."

Yun Yuqing nodded in deep agreement. "His spearmanship is indeed formidable."

At this point, only one person remained within the array. That person had countless golden and silver rings flying around their body, encasing themselves like an egg, constantly fending off the incoming rays.

But those purple rays were truly powerful. Many afterimages of the golden and silver rings vanished upon contact with the purple rays. After a while, it was visibly clear that the number of his golden and silver rings had decreased by at least a third.

"How long are you going to watch this show?!" the man roared furiously outwards, startled and enraged. His voice was filled with anguish and resentment.

But in that moment of distraction, a purple ray pierced through the central hole of one of his rings and *thwack*, it struck his chest.

His movements instantly faltered. Then he was hit by even more rays, his entire body riddled with bloodied holes. He lay on the ground, inhaling more than exhaling, clearly not long for this world.

In that instant, he felt some regret. Why had he used rings with holes in the middle instead of shields?

However, what he resented even more at that moment was something else. Holding onto his last breath, his eyes wide open, he stared fixedly in a certain direction.

Zu'an also lowered his voice to warn Yun Yuqing: "Be careful, there are still people hiding in the shadows. One of them is even a psychic cultivator."

Yun Yuqing hummed in acknowledgement and also looked gravely in another direction.

A charming and seductive laugh drifted over. "Don't you usually look down on us with your nose in the air? What, you only remember us now that you're about to die?"

The seductive voice was accompanied by crisp bell sounds, which added to the soul-stirring, exotic charm.

As they spoke, two figures, a man and a woman, slowly approached from a distance. Their attire was very unusual, completely unlike people from the Central Plains.

The man's clothes were half white and half black, evenly divided. Even more eerie, his face was also half white and half black. He held a soul-summoning banner, and his entire being exuded an eerie, ghostly aura.

"A zebra? A dual-faced person?" Several terms popped into Zu'an's mind.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the other person. Even Yun Yuqing subconsciously looked at the other person.

The woman seemed to walk with a cat-like grace, taking seductive steps towards them. Her entire body was shrouded in a blue cloak, and her head was completely covered by a hood.

Her face was unclear; one could only vaguely discern her bright red lips and smooth chin. Additionally, faint strands of golden hair were visible peeking out from the sides.

The reason both were so captivated, apart from her mysterious attire, was her ample bosom, which even her strange outfit couldn't conceal. Furthermore, two shapely white legs were vaguely visible beneath the cloak, and a red string with a small bell was tied around her right ankle.

Each time she took a seductive step, a series of pleasant jingles could be heard from the bell.

At this moment, the man with the golden and silver rings had no appreciation in his eyes, only endless resentment. "Jasleen, Shushuhao," he spat, "you stood by and watched us die without lifting a finger. Our master won't let you off when he finds out!"

Zu'an's heart stirred. This person was ostensibly cursing them, but was actually telling him their names, hoping that if he could escape, he would use Zu'an's hand to avenge them.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. What immense resentment this must be, to stab his teammates in the back even on the verge of death.

The woman named Jasleen chuckled. "Didn't you just use the lives of those death warriors to test this woman's true strength? We're just learning from you! How come you can't stand it when it happens to you?"

"What's more, don't try to scare us with your master. I still haven't settled the score with you for what happened in Southern Xinjiang back then!"