Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8400: Rescue (1)

Zhao Hai certainly possessed the ability to heal Xiangyu, yet he had zero intention of doing it. Xiangyu came across as utterly irritating. Rescuing an individual like that held no appeal for Zhao Hai whatsoever. Xiangyu's survival or demise meant nothing to him. Pressing matters occupied his focus instead. Losses in combat were unavoidable anyway, so he remained utterly unconcerned.

Furthermore, Zhao Hai felt confident that even with Xiang Yu's toxins removed and his wounds mended, longevity would elude him due to his flawed mental condition. That weak mindset, paired with his practice of the blood sea god-killing art, promised an imminent Qi deviation. In that moment, he'd perish without grasping the cause.

That said, Zhao Hai had observed the might of the blood sea god-killing technique firsthand. Xiang Yu's innate talent for cultivation stayed mediocre, and his mental state faltered. Mastering the arts seemed beyond his reach. Yet, through the blood sea god-killing technique, he had reached the seventh layer of the essence technique realm. His power proved impressive too, holding his own against a top disciple from the poison bug Valley. Clearly, the blood sea god-killing technique wielded tremendous potency.

Still, Zhao Hai paid it little mind. His gaze shifted to the Alliance Army's lineup. Their ranks buzzed with thrill from the recent victory. Before long, another figure leaped from their midst. He touched down amid the field and declared in a grave tone,"Sharp sword sect, Jia Yuyin would like to seek guidance from the bloody massacre sect."

Zhao Hai cast a quick look at Jia Yuyin, but before words could escape him, a figure bounded from his rear. The newcomer stood imposingly tall, gripping a massive blade. He eyed Jia Yuyin and boomed,"Niu dingtian of the bloody massacre sect, please give me some pointers!" Without pause for response, he swung fiercely at the foe.

Jia Yuyin showed no shock at the assault. His hand shifted, summoning a lengthy sword into grasp. A single sweep unleashed eerie howls. In an instant, thick Yin Qi swirled about him, forming a savage specter that lunged directly at Niu dingtian.

"BOOM!" Niu dingtian's hefty blade collided with the vicious spirit. The spirit wailed piercingly before vanishing. The force shoved Niu dingtian back several paces. Yet this ignited his wild fury. With a bellow, he hefted his blade once more. This strike surged with overwhelming might. Simultaneously, a towering peak materialized behind his form.

The mountain splitter ranked as a basic saber method. Within the blood kill sect, it counted among the entry-level saber arts. No one foresaw such raw force from it in Niu dingtian's wield. The surprise stunned onlookers. After all, that peak illusion behind Niu dingtian signaled saber intent. To grasp saber intent proved astonishing. Such a straightforward saber art yielding saber intent marked Niu dingtian as far from ordinary.

Spotting Niu dingtian's maneuver, Jia Yuyin's expression grew grave. He flourished his sword, summoning a horde of spectral forms. These phantoms drifted unpredictably, their origins impossible to pinpoint. His blade's gleam vanished entirely, yet the shades acted with lifelike vitality. They dodged, weaved, and struck at will. Truly remarkable prowess.

The instant Zhao Hai noted Jia Yuyin's swordplay, he discerned the strategy. Jia Yuyin recognized Niu dingtian's saber style as plain yet devastating. Direct clashes would leave him outmatched. Thus, he opted for hit-and-run tactics to drain Niu dingtian's stamina. Once exhaustion set in, victory would come easily. This approach served as a classic ploy, the go-to for average cultivators facing superior powerhouses. Simple in concept, it delivered real results. Powerhouses often moved sluggishly, making this the ideal counter.

Yet Niu dingtian's might held firm. A prolonged skirmish like this left victory uncertain. Plus, with combat underway, lethal strikes might emerge anytime. In Zhao Hai's view, the duel hung at even odds. Still, wrapping it up swiftly seemed unlikely.

As Zhao Hai anticipated, the clash dragged on without swift resolution. Niu dingtian's vigor surged fiercely. Despite the blade's bulk, it burdened him not a bit. He swung it effortlessly, ceaselessly, as if endless.

Jia Yuyin's stance mirrored that endurance. His form flickered like a phantom, his movement arts utterly elusive. Tracking his position proved futile. Facing such a slippery adversary grew exasperating, like hacking at an unseen wraith. Hundreds of exchanges had passed, yet no victor emerged. Impatience crept in on both sides, though silence reigned. Instead, spectators fixed their eyes unyieldingly on the fray.

This pitted brute force against cunning finesse. Niu dingtian embodied raw power, Jia Yuyin sly technique. Defeat could claim either, victory surprise no one. Hence the crowd's tension gripped tight. Despite the hundreds of clashes, boredom evaded all. Spectators enjoyed the spectacle, experts the nuances. Bystanders might tire, but connoisseurs savored every detail. Here, all present dissected the subtleties, so tedium stayed far off.

At last, nearing three hundred exchanges, Niu dingtian's stamina waned, his strikes lagging. Jia Yuyin sensed the shift in rhythm clearly and exhaled inwardly in relief. Outwardly calm, his spiritual energy had depleted vastly. A bit more endurance from Niu dingtian spelled peril for him. But now, with the foe drained at last, a chill gleamed in his eyes. Seizing the slowed assault, he clenched his sword and thrust toward Niu dingtian's torso.

Niu dingtian jolted in alarm. He aimed to parry with his saber, but fatigue dulled his reflexes. Realizing the peril, options fled him. As Jia Yuyin's blade tip neared his chest, Niu dingtian squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, a sharp clang rang out. Niu dingtian froze in disbelief. Peering open, he found Jia Yuyin's sword deflected. A crimson finger had repelled it. Then Zhao Hai's voice cut through,"This time, the bloody massacre sect has lost. Senior brother Niu, please leave."

Niu dingtian paused in surprise but held his tongue. He shot Jia Yuyin a look and withdrew to the blood slaughter sect's ranks. Jia Yuyin glared coldly at Zhao Hai. He knew Zhao Hai had intervened with that strike. In such a duel, the move broke all decorum. Hostility toward Zhao Hai welled up in Jia Yuyin unbidden.

Zhao Hai met Jia Yuyin's stare with a smile. He saluted with clasped fists and offered,"I'm in a rush to save someone, please forgive me, Daoist Jia. It's getting late, why don't we wait until tomorrow? What are your opinions?" Though prior fights ended briskly, time had slipped away. This latest bout consumed even more hours. Dusk had fallen, darkness settling. Zhao Hai's suggestion met with nods, no objections voiced. The Sen Luo Palace gates swung wide, allowing the Alliance Army's withdrawal inside. The bloody massacre sect members settled into meditation, seeking repose.

Suddenly, a call echoed,"Little hai, come in for a moment." Recognizing ha Jing's voice, Zhao Hai replied promptly. Rising, he stepped into the structure. Straight to the central chamber he went. Ha Jing, Lei gang, and Gu na awaited there. A figure sprawled in the chamber's heart, shrouded in dark miasma. Poison coursed through him evidently. It was Xiang Yu, still afflicted from earlier. His toxins lingered untreated.

Ha Jing eyed Zhao Hai and queried,"Little hai, I've heard that you're very good at using poison. Can you cure the poison in Xiangyu's body?" This is the poison of the ten thousand poisonous hands in the poisonous bug Valley. The sect doesn't have a good way to detoxify it. If you don't have a way, then we can only send him back to the sect."

Zhao Hai examined Xiangyu. Though distaste for him lingered, sect loyalty bound him. With ha Jing's request, refusal proved impossible."Yes, this disciple has learned some poison techniques before. I can suck out the poison in his body and slowly refine it. Please prepare a quiet room for this disciple, Grandmaster."

Ha Jing inclined his head."That's easy, but don't waste too much mana. You're now the focus of their attention. They might send someone to challenge you tomorrow. You must maintain your combat power, understand?" Though ha Jing regretted letting Xiangyu perish so easily, risking Zhao Hai for it lay beyond acceptance. Xiangyu's prowess held value, yet the blood sea god-killing technique tainted him. Ha Jing had noted the flaw in his resolve too. Backlash from the art loomed, Qi deviation inevitable. Still, as a blood slaughter sect disciple, abandonment came hard. Curiosity about his eventual Qi deviation drew ha Jing too. Zhao Hai practiced the same art, but slower in progress. Xiang Yu's quicker pace meant earlier breakdown. Lessons from him could aid Zhao Hai immensely down the line. Thus, ha Jing pushed to preserve Xiang Yu.

Zhao Hai dipped his head."Yes. Please rest assured, Grandmaster. I know what I'm doing. I won't do anything rash." Naturally, Zhao Hai grasped the stakes. Recklessness had no place. Processing Xiangyu's toxins would enhance his own path. It granted fresh venom stock, deepened insight into poison bug Valley methods, and built familiarity with their arts. Agreement flowed not just from ha Jing's standing, but self-interest foremost.