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Chapter 2289: The Son Is Not as Good as the Father

Ye Hua stepped back. His face was pale, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured.

“Brother, are you alright?” Ning Shu took out a medicine bottle and took out a medicine pill. “This is the healing medicine made by Elder Shen, eat it. Hurry.”

Ye Hua took the medicine and ate it.

“Ye Hua, you are much weaker than your father. The son is not as good as the father.” After defeating Ye Hua, Zhao Bo looked quite high-spirited and complacent.

Ning Shu flew out. “As usual, the elder bullies the younger. Are you not ashamed of being an elder who shows off his age? During the martial arts conference, I was able to beat you black and blue, and I can beat the crap out of you again now.”

“Presumptuous! Do you have the right to speak here?” Zhao Bo’s white hair fluttered, and his expression was twisted.

Ning Shu sneered. “Old thing, what are you playing at?”

Ning Shu mobilized the energy in her dantian. After a period of cultivation, Ning Shu’s strength had become stronger.

Ning Shu clenched her fist. A white, almost transparent dragon head appeared from her fist and roared silently. As Ning Shu punched, the dragon’s head became more and more fierce.

Zhao Bo’s expression became serious and he fought back fiercely at Ning Shu.

Every time Ning Shu clenched her hand into a fist, a ferocious dragon head would appear.

Ye Hua saw Ning Shu’s fist and raised his eyebrows.

Every time Zhao Bo blocked Ning Shu’s fist, he felt a powerful force that shook his whole body. Even his bones were shaking because of it.

Zhao Bo’s luck was good, though. The aura around his body became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe.

Ning Shu, who was facing him, felt particularly pressured.

Ning Shu sneered. Looking at Zhao Bo’s appearance, she suspected that he had cultivated the latter chapters.

Zhao Bo’s eyes were a little red, and the blue veins on his face were stirring like earthworms.

Ning Shu stood in the air and released the energy in her body. An incorporeal dragon-shaped energy roared toward Zhao Bo, passing directly through his body several times.

Ning Shu flew over and slapped Zhao Bo in the heart with a palm. Zhao Bo vomited blood and flew through the air, hitting the stone wall. He then spat out another mouthful of blood.

As Zhao Bo stared at Ning Shu, his eyes became more and more scarlet. The blue veins on his face and neck would bulge before disappearing by the next moment as if earthworms were stirring in his skin. He looked particularly horrifying.

“Kill this evildoer of the demonic sect for me!” Zhao Bo roared.

“Stronghold Leader, this… The demonic sect is too strong. I’m afraid we will suffer heavy losses,” a person said.

“I said, go fight! Whoever doesn’t want to will be killed without mercy.” Zhao Bo slapped his own ally, the one who had talked back to him, to death.

The man who was slapped by Zhao Bo had his internal organs ruptured. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was filled with shredded pieces of viscera.

The man could no longer be saved.

Everyone else saw how cruel and ruthless Zhao Bo was, and began to charge toward the demonic sect.

“Kill them!”

The two sides crashed together like two waves of water, and they fought. After a while, the rich smell of blood wafted out.

Many people were injured and lost their lives because of this fight. Some were from the renowned righteous sects, while some belonged to the Sacred Demonic Cult.

Ning Shu watched this slaughter as it happened. The deaths of these people were all because of certain people’s ambitions.

From the corner of Ning Shu’s eyes, she saw Hui Ji sitting cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

His whole body was quiet and peaceful, and amid the sound of killing, he looked incomparably noble.

A lot of people passed in front of him, and someone even fell in front of him. His blood splattered on Hui Ji’s body.

Translator: Take

Translator: Kaho