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Chapter 1218 I said no one can save you, and that means no one can.
As for why Long Lingzhu did this?
Ning Ruan felt that it all boiled down to those two words: insane!
Whether she was truly ill or faking it, she leaned forward to chase after her, and the scroll in her hand flew out.
Hanging in mid-air.
The entire scroll unfolds on its own.
And at the same time.
Long Lingzhu, who should have easily dodged the attack, did not fare so well.
It's really too close.
The moment she moved, four more swords appeared around her.
They blocked all her escape routes.
Without any hesitation, she immediately pulled out a teleportation talisman.
But before it could be activated, that damned human came right up close again.
Another punch came out.
The teleportation talisman was so shaken that it fell to the ground.
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Before anyone could react...
Ning Ruan's arrogant voice echoed throughout the entire passenger ship, "I am Ning Ruan. You want to kill me? Fine, then let her be buried with me. Let's see if you can kill me faster, or if my painting can kill her faster!"
His words caused a stir among the entire boat.
Ningruan?
Human race Ning Ruan?
Ning Ruan, who supposedly defeated two powerful figures from the Shadow Clan and the Flame Clan with a single painting?
painting?
The cultivators from various races who had been watching the commotion suddenly caught their breath.
Isn't this... a painting?
A painting that could kill Wang Xuan!
As Ning Ruan finished speaking, a male and a female figure appeared out of thin air.
Standing not far from Longli.
The two Jiao Clan elders, who could have easily taken Ning Ruan's life at any moment, now looked extremely grim.
"You are... Ning Ruan from the human race?"
"No, from now on, I am Ning Ruan. I have betrayed the human race. Didn't you know?"
"..." Who knows?
Not long ago, didn't an unidentified reclusive human expert come out to save her?
So this means he's betrayed humanity?
The verdict was too...sudden.
But right now, the two Jiao Clan protectors have no time to consider whether she has betrayed the human race.
One of them stared intently at the painting, while the other remained calm and gentle.
No one knows how these words were manipulated.
Even Wang Xuan could be defeated by a painting, so they cannot afford to be careless.
"Ning Ruan, don't do anything rash. If you want to leave, release my young master and you can leave on your own."
"Leave?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes. "Who said I was leaving? There's food and entertainment on the passenger ship, why would I leave?"
"..." Sure enough, Ning Ruan was just as rumored.
Arrogant, domineering, unreasonable, and extremely difficult to communicate with!
The only difference between them and their young master is that the troubles the young master causes are still within their ability to resolve.
But Ning Ruan's actions were truly terrifying to hear.
Thinking about it this way, it's not necessarily true that she betrayed the human race.
However, it wasn't her who issued the verdict.
It's more like the human race doesn't want her anymore!
"Ning Ruan, what will it take for you to release my young master?"
"It depends on my mood."
Since they care so much about Long Lingzhu's life.
Of course, we can't release them.
In particular, this guy really annoyed her.
Once Ning Ruan was certain that the other party wouldn't dare to make a move rashly, she became even less hesitant.
He reached back and pulled out the iron pot.
It once again slammed down on Long Lingzhu, who was restrained by the five flying swords.
The protective shield shattered instantly.
But soon a new shield appeared.
"Your cultivation level isn't high, but you've got quite a few good things."
Ning Ruan raised her hand and struck several more times.
The defensive shield shattered again.
It's not that defensive magical artifacts are bad.
Quite the opposite.
The defensive magical artifacts on Long Lingzhu's body are all of excellent quality.
But no matter how good the defensive artifact was, it couldn't overcome the fact that she only had the cultivation level of the eleventh realm.
Yes.
This Dragon Spirit Zhu, who is also a chosen one, has an immortal mother and a genius younger sister, and is feared by all, has a cultivation level of only eleven realms.
Ning Ruan recognized her the moment she saw her.
I just didn't take it seriously.
It's quite reasonable for a chosen one to conceal their cultivation level.
But after she landed the first punch on her opponent, she completely overturned her previous idea.
It turns out this guy wasn't hiding his cultivation level at all.
She is a genuine eleventh-level expert.
Moreover, it's not like Mu Yiqiu, who can defeat a monstrous eleventh-realm expert capable of defeating a thirteenth-realm expert.
It's just an ordinary eleventh realm, as ordinary as an apple!
"Ning Ruan!"
The two protectors shouted in unison.
"Why are you shouting so loudly? It's not like I can't hear you."
Ning Ruan replied slowly.
Then he raised his hand and threw another punch.
"Your name is Long Lingzhu, right? If you remove your defensive magical artifact, I won't slap you in the face."
Long Lingzhu: "..."
Ning Ruan continued, "They all say you're crazy. Crazy people have no reason. Be good, listen to me, take off the defensive magic weapon. Your cultivation is so low, you can't hold out for long. Holding the magic weapon is useless."
The words "low cultivation level" were like a poisoned dagger, stabbing deeply into Long Lingzhu's heart.
The joy she felt upon encountering a beautiful collectible was gone from her gaze as she looked at Ning Ruan.
Only a surging, uncontrollable hatred.
"So you are Ning Ruan."
"They all say you're a madman too, but I don't believe it. I don't believe you'd dare kill me."
"I don't believe you can really kill me either."
“So,” she leaned forward, almost running into the sword tip, a pure yet cruel smile spreading across her face, “would you like to guess how many defensive magical artifacts I have? And whether I can hold out until… someone comes to rescue me?”
Here we go again, here we go again.
Even at this point, that mouth of his still makes you want to slap him.
Ning Ruan nodded as she looked at her defiant and provocative demeanor.
"understood."
The moment she finished speaking, she finally stopped throwing punches.
Instead, he looked at Long Lingzhu with an expression as if she were mentally challenged, saying, "I think you may not understand me very well. If I say no one can save you today, then no one can save you!"
The moment the words fell.
Ning Ruan picked up the Iron Calamity.
However, they didn't just smash it directly.
With a thought, a terrifying surge of strange fire erupted forth.
The surrounding air even sizzled and crackled.
"This is... a strange fire!" The female elder of the Jiaolong clan's guardian changed her expression drastically.
No, it's not an ordinary strange fire.
Judging from the vibrant colors, it's clear that this is a fusion of multiple different types of fire!
"Ning Ruan, what do you want to do?"
She couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Ning Ruan blinked. "She said she didn't believe I could really kill her, but I wanted to try."
"You dare! If you kill my young master, you will die today too!"
“That’s not necessarily true.” Ning Ruan pointed to the painting in mid-air, but her gaze was fixed on Long Lingzhu. “When I said I wanted to use this painting to kill you, I was indeed lying to you.”
"You're merely at the eleventh realm, not worthy to die beneath this painting. Killing you is too easy!"
Seeing that Long Lingzhu's hatred for her was deepening at a visible speed, Ning Ruan seemed to understand.
This madwoman's biggest concern was that others said her cultivation level was low.
Then she should take the opportunity to say a few more words.
"Long Lingzhu, you're too weak. I've never seen an eleventh-realm cultivator so weak. Aren't you supposed to be the chosen one? Could this be a lie too?"
"Ning Ruan! I want you dead!"
Long Lingzhu gritted her teeth.
The hatred in his eyes was almost tangible.
Ning Ruan chuckled softly, "You... want me dead? You're not worthy!"
The words fell.
Beneath the iron pot, multicolored flames, like fire dragons, ignored the layers of protective shields that had re-emerged on Long Lingzhu's body and lunged straight at her—