When Ke Bei saw Luo Ling in that tight-fitting black battle suit, he felt a complex and indescribable emotion well up in his heart. Previously, he had accepted a task from the system and happened to save her. Now, the tables had turned, and when he was in a desperate situation, it was her turn to come to his rescue.
Luo Ling's figure was still as heroic as ever. Back then, Ke Bei was just an ordinary person and could only look up to her. Now, although he had undergone the tempering of the first two layers of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong and his strength had experienced a qualitative leap, looking at Luo Ling's graceful and confident posture as she faced the eerie man, it seemed that he still could only gaze up at her in admiration.
Did she still remember him?
At this moment, as he looked at the heroic and outstanding woman standing in front of him, holding a sword, such a thought suddenly flashed through Ke Bei's mind.
"Perhaps she has long forgotten. I'm just a nobody, a trivial and insignificant person. Hehe..."
For some reason, an overwhelming sense of bitterness suddenly surged in Ke Bei's heart.
"Are you okay?"
Just as Ke Bei was so tormented by the sudden bitterness in his heart that he closed his eyes, a voice as clear and ethereal as a spring striking jade, indescribably delicate and light, suddenly rang in his ear.
Luo Ling looked at Ke Bei's closed eyes. A look of concern appeared on her white jade-like face. She gently bent down and asked softly.
This delicate and light voice directly struck Ke Bei's heart. Somehow, an inexpressible joy suddenly welled up in his heart. In an instant, it was as if an infinite amount of strength was coursing through his body.
Ke Bei opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and slowly stood up.
"I'm fine."
The intense pain in his chest caused fine beads of cold sweat to break out on Ke Bei's forehead. His body trembled slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment. However, when he raised his head and saw the concern on Luo Ling's pretty face, he grinned, shook his head, and then tried his best to force a rather strained smile.
"Hold on. Don't fall down before I come back."
Luo Ling blinked her bright and lively eyes and said somewhat playfully. After seeing Ke Bei nod solemnly, she slightly turned around, and her slender and shapely legs began to move forward slowly. She walked towards the eerie man. With each step Luo Ling took, the pale white color in her eyes became more intense, and the cold air around her grew stronger. When she had taken ten steps and stood opposite the eerie man, the air within three meters around her body seemed to be frozen by this inexplicable coldness.
"You're just a junior-level Divine Race. This isn't the Heavenly Corpse Mountain. It's not a place you should be in."
Luo Ling said in a cold and stern tone.
"But since you're already here, you might as well stay here forever."
Luo Ling slowly raised her arm. The pale white color on the thin sword as thin as a cicada's wing became even more prominent. As Luo Ling's delicate and light voice faded away, her long purple hair suddenly floated up on its own. A biting cold wind blew, and an intense coldness that could turn water into ice rose from within her body. Sensing this piercing cold, the eerie man suddenly shuddered.
"No, someone who has just entered the Mortal Transcendence Realm shouldn't be this strong. But the aura she's exuding clearly indicates that she has just stepped into the Mortal Transcendence Realm. Could it be..."
The eerie man's blood-red pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick.
"Could she be a 'Chosen One'?"
The "Chosen One" that the eerie man referred to was what humans called a genetic mutant, just with a different name. Such people are born with the ability to master a certain power. For example, Luo Ling was born with the ability to control the power of ice.
It's even more difficult for such people to break through the limit of a third-level powerhouse and enter the Mortal Transcendence Realm. However, once they break through, their strength will be much stronger than that of an ordinary person in the Mortal Transcendence Realm.
The so-called Mortal Transcendence means breaking away from the state of being an ordinary person. After the physical strength reaches its limit, it's possible to trigger the evolution of the Sea of Consciousness. Once the Sea of Consciousness completes its evolution, humans will acquire a mysterious ability, and the types of these abilities are extremely diverse.
Luo Ling looked at the eerie man calmly. She had just stepped into the Mortal Transcendence Realm, and her strength had suddenly soared. Her ability to control ice had increased tenfold.
With the sudden surge in strength, her confidence also soared. In the past, if she had encountered a junior-level Divine Race, Luo Ling could only run away. But now, things were different.
The transparent tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword light formed by the condensed white cold air expanded and contracted slightly, pointing towards the eerie man from a distance. In an instant, a cold wind appeared out of nowhere.
"Cold Moon."
The sword swung, like an ice snake, making a sharp sound as it cut through the air, and stabbed fiercely and cunningly towards the eerie man's chest.
Looking solemnly at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer in his vision, the eerie man suddenly clenched his fists. Muscles as tough as steel wires churned rapidly. When the frost-covered sword was about to reach three inches from his chest, the eerie man suddenly moved.
His fist, as hard as iron, smashed heavily onto the sword body. His steps shifted accordingly, and his body quickly moved half a meter to the right, deftly dodging Luo Ling's fierce attack.
The sword tilted slightly. Luo Ling's expression changed. Her palm trembled slightly, and she took two steps back before regaining her balance.
After breaking through to the Mortal Transcendence Realm, the physical strength doesn't increase much compared to that of a third-level enhancer. The Divine Race, on the other hand, are different. They don't have a Sea of Consciousness and can't control various mysterious abilities, but their bodies are incredibly strong, and their strength is astonishing.
Luo Ling clashed head-on with the eerie man and didn't gain the upper hand. Her entire arm was slightly numb from the impact. However, the eerie man wasn't feeling any better either. At this moment, his entire fist was covered with a layer of ice crystals.
Crack
The eerie man raised his other fist and smashed it hard onto his right hand covered with ice crystals. The thin layer of ice crystals shattered immediately. With a solemn expression, he shook his frozen and numb right hand a few times and looked at the pale white sword in Luo Ling's hand with a hint of fear.
"Ice Lock."
Not hitting with the first strike, Luo Ling wasn't the least bit surprised. If the eerie man had been hit so easily, then the Divine Race wouldn't be the Divine Race. With a coquettish shout, her jade-like hand moved quickly, and her five fingers opened slightly. Five streams of icy white mist shot out from the tips of her fingers. The white mist grew as it was carried by the wind and shot towards the eerie man like lightning, making a piercing sound as it cut through the air.
The white mist exuding a biting cold instantly enveloped the eerie man's entire body.
The biting cold froze the eerie man in an instant. He was like a human-shaped ice sculpture. Except for his slightly moving blood-red eyes, all other parts were frozen stiff.
"Wind Slash!"
Luo Ling looked coldly at the eerie man who had been frozen into an ice sculpture. The thin sword as thin as a cicada's wing in her hand almost instantly reached in front of the eerie man. A pale white cold light flashed, and the sword stabbed fiercely at the five vital parts of the eerie man's body.
The eerie man's blood-red eyes twitched violently, and the blood vessels under his skin wriggled like earthworms.
Bang
Just as Luo Ling's sword stabbed at his body, the eerie man let out a wild roar. The ice crystals on his body shattered with a bang, and his body suddenly retreated.
Puff~~
However, although the eerie man managed to dodge three sword lights, he was still stabbed by the remaining two sword tips in his right arm and cheek.
When the sword tip stabbed into the eerie man's skin, the moment they made contact, there was actually a sound of metal clashing. Then, a shower of sparks burst out.
The eerie man's physical strength was simply incredible.
Luo Ling wasn't surprised by all this. She was well aware of the strength of the Divine Race's body. Looking coldly at the two shallow wounds on the eerie man's right arm and cheek, she slightly raised her fair little hand, and the slender sword in her hand pointed towards the eerie man.
"Roar~"
Just as the blood-red color in the eerie man's eyes became more intense and he was about to make a move, a shrill howl that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly came from the center of Wu Shan City.
"Hmph."
The eerie man glanced in the direction of the center of Wu Shan City, let out a cold snort, stomped his foot hard, and his body turned into a streak as he rushed towards the center of Wu Shan City.