The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 92

"Ah!" Another cry sounded in Apricot Forest.

"Is she out of aura?"

"It should be so! What should she do now?"

"Why is that person still not awake?!"

"Did the previous Grand Tournaments have dead casualties?"

"...It seems to be so."

"Meng Qiqi!" Sikong Xing jumped up in panic.

"Stop!" When Sikong Xing was about to rush into the sky, Su Junmo grabbed her arm and said with a stern face, "It's useless. You can't break in!"

"But! But..." Sikong Xing stomped her feet, trying to break free from Su Junmo's grip. "Are we just going to keep watching without doing anything?!"

Sikong Xing looked up at the sky in panic. She saw the gigantic black wave of devil aura had risen, ready to hit the cliff at any moment. Just looking through the mirror, the momentum was already overwhelming. Not to mention Meng Qi and Ji Wujiong, even the cliff they were at would get swallowed in an instant.

Su Junmo also looked up at the sky. His expression was grave.

His lips moved slightly. The Lord...shouldn't just stand idly by, right?

Chu Tianfeng and Qin Xiumo, who stood behind Su Junmo and Sikong Xing, changed their expression drastically. The two looked at each other, never expecting the situation to develop to such a degree. They hadn't done anything so far because Su Junmo told them that this was the test from the Grand Tournament barrier. If Meng Qi could pass, her gain would be tremendous. Both Chu Tianfeng and Qin Xiumo believed in Su Junmo's words and thus waited anxiously. But now, they could no longer wait and see.

"Wait?! Wait your fart!" Chu Tianfeng was anxious and couldn't mind his language. "I'm not waiting any longer!"

With a poof, Chu Tianfeng's natal magic weapon appeared. The red lotus bloomed, turned into twelve lotuses, and then shot towards the sky.

Next to Chu Tianfeng, Qin Xiumo also summoned his natal long sword. The sword gleamed coldly as it pointed its sharp tip towards the sky. The next moment, the sword dashed into the air, leaving a cold afterimage behind.

Sikong Xing shook Su Junmo's hand away. The people in the Apricot Forest saw that the girl in red suddenly jumped out and raised her hands high. The next moment, black water suddenly poured out of her hand and rushed towards the sky.

"You...ah!" Su Junmo stomped his feet, "Whatever!" After muttering to himself, Su Junmo jumped towards the sky and flicked his fingers seven times. Seven small silver stars suddenly appeared in the air. As the stars flickered, they rushed upwards like lightning.

Pei Mufeng slowly closed his eyes. Stretching a hand into the air, a long slender sword suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fell firmly in his hand. It was the natal sword of Xingluo Pavilion Master, rumored to produce a sword light so brilliant that it dimmed even the starlight.

The youngest Pavilion Master in Xingluo Pavilion history jumped up and rushed towards Meng Qi's direction. At the same time, he gripped the sword's hilt with his two hands and slashed horizontally.

Like lightning, the sword light pierced through the air with great momentum, as if to split the sky in half.

Xue Cheng's deep gaze stared at the sword light, then slowly to Pei Mufeng. At such a young age, he had actually cultivated a sword spirit. With such a terrifying talent, in the next few hundred years, no one in the Three Thousand Worlds wouldn't know his name.

Xue Jinwen glanced at her brother for one last time. Her hand was gripping a small medical knife. With a quick jump, her slender figure rushed up to the sky. As a medical cultivator, Xue Jinwen's attack power was small, far inferior to the people around her. Xue Jinwen herself also knew that they might be doing it for nothing. In Xue clan's eyes, their effort was no different than a mantis trying to break a chariot, and just a waste of spiritual aura and energy. But at this moment, Xue Jinwen had made up her mind. She wanted to follow her heart and do everything she could, even just for once.