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

Zhao Hai certainly possessed the ability to heal Xiang Yu, yet he had no desire to bother. This fellow Xiang Yu proved to be quite irritating. Saving someone of his caliber held zero appeal for Zhao Hai. The fate of Xiang Yu, dead or alive, meant nothing to him. More pressing matters demanded his focus. After all, losses in battle were unavoidable, so he paid it no mind.

Besides, Zhao Hai felt confident that even with the poison removed from Xiang Yu and his wounds mended, longevity wouldn't be on his side due to his flawed state of mind. With such a weak mentality and practicing the blood sea god-killing art, Qi deviation loomed near for him. By then, he'd perish without even realizing the cause.

That said, Zhao Hai had observed the might of the blood sea god-killing technique firsthand. Xiang Yu's talent in cultivation sat at average levels, paired with his poor mental state. Becoming a true expert seemed out of reach for him. Yet, through this technique, he reached the seventh layer of the essence technique realm. Plus, his power proved solid enough to clash so fiercely with a top disciple from the poison bug Valley. Evidently, the blood sea god-killing technique held tremendous potency.

Still, Zhao Hai dismissed any concern over it. His attention turned to the ongoing clash of the Alliance Army. Their ranks buzzed with thrill from the recent victory. Before long, another figure leaped from their lines, touching down on the field and declaring deeply, "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 burst from his rear. This newcomer stood 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 the weapon forward.

Jia Yuyin showed no shock at his foe's aggression. His hand shifted, summoning a lengthy sword into grasp. A single sweep unleashed eerie wails. In an instant, swirls of Yin Qi converged upon him, forming a savage specter that lunged directly at Niu dingtian.

"BOOM!" Niu dingtian's hefty blade collided with the vicious spirit. A piercing shriek echoed as the spirit vanished. The force shoved Niu dingtian back several paces. Yet this only ignited his wild side. With a fierce bellow, he hoisted his blade once more. This strike carried immense power, while a towering mountain silhouette materialized behind him.

The mountain splitter stood as a basic saber art. Within the blood kill sect, it ranked among the entry-level techniques. Yet none anticipated its ferocity in Niu dingtian's wield. The surprise hit hard. That mountain form behind him signaled saber intent mastery. Cultivating intent from such a straightforward move? Astonishing. Clearly, Niu dingtian hid depths beyond the ordinary.

Jia Yuyin's expression grew grave upon witnessing Niu dingtian's display. He flourished his sword, summoning a horde of spectral forms. These phantoms drifted unpredictably, their origins impossible to pinpoint. His blade's glow vanished amid them, yet the shades acted with life—advancing, retreating, and striking at will. Truly remarkable.

The moment Zhao Hai spotted Jia Yuyin's swordplay, he grasped the intent. Recognizing Niu dingtian's straightforward yet forceful style, Jia Yuyin knew a direct confrontation spelled trouble. Thus, he opted for hit-and-run tactics to drain Niu dingtian's stamina. Once depleted, victory would come easy. This strategy, though basic, served as a staple for average cultivators facing powerhouses. Simple, yes, but effective—especially against the typically sluggish mighty ones.

That being noted, Niu dingtian's prowess wasn't to be underestimated. In a prolonged skirmish like this, victory hung in balance. Plus, with combat underway, lethal secrets might emerge. To Zhao Hai, the fight teetered at even odds. Quick resolution? Unlikely.

True to Zhao Hai's foresight, the duel dragged on without swift closure. Niu dingtian's might shone through. Despite the blade's bulk, it burdened him not. Swings flowed effortlessly, endless in vigor.

Jia Yuyin fared likewise. His form flickered like a specter, movements utterly elusive. Tracking him proved futile. Facing such an adversary frustrated, akin to hacking at an unseen phantom. Hundreds of exchanges passed, yet no victor emerged. Impatience crept in on both sides, though silence reigned. Instead, all eyes locked unblinkingly on the action.

Here clashed raw power against cunning finesse. Niu dingtian embodied brute force, Jia Yuyin the artful dodge. Either could falter, neither's triumph shocking. Hence the crowd's tension. Even after countless clashes, boredom stayed away. Spectators enjoyed the spectacle, experts the nuance. All gathered savored the nuance, so tedium found no place.

At last, nearing three hundred exchanges, Niu dingtian's endurance waned, his strikes losing speed. Jia Yuyin sensed the shift in rhythm and inwardly relaxed. Outwardly calm, he'd burned through vast spiritual energy. A bit more persistence from Niu dingtian, and peril would have struck him. But now, exhaustion claimed his rival. A chill gleamed in his gaze. Seizing the slowed assault, he gripped tighter and thrust the sword at Niu dingtian's chest.

Shock gripped Niu dingtian. He tried blocking with his saber, but fatigue dulled his reflexes. Realizing doom, options fled. As the blade's point neared his heart, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, a sharp clang rang out. Niu dingtian froze, then peeked. Jia Yuyin's sword had rebounded. A crimson finger had deflected it. Zhao Hai's voice followed, "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 retreated to the blood slaughter sect's ranks. Jia Yuyin glared coldly at Zhao Hai, aware of the interference. In such a duel, the meddling crossed lines. Hostility now colored his view of Zhao Hai.

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 earlier fights wrapped quick, time had slipped by. The latest one dragged notably. Dusk had fallen, night deepening. Zhao Hai's suggestion met quiet nods. Sen Luo Palace's doors swung wide, Alliance Army withdrawing inside. Blood massacre sect members settled cross-legged for respite.

Suddenly, a call came: "Little hai, come in for a moment." Recognizing Ha Jing, Zhao Hai replied swiftly. Rising, he stepped into the temple, heading straight for the central hall. Ha Jing, Lei gang, and Gu na awaited. A figure sprawled there, shrouded in dark Qi—poison's mark. It was Xiang Yu, still afflicted from before. The toxin lingered untreated.

Ha Jing eyed Zhao Hai and asked, "Little hai, I've heard you're skilled with poisons. Can you rid Xiang Yu of his? This stems from the ten thousand poisonous hands of the poisonous bug Valley. The sect lacks a solid antidote. If you're unable, we'll ship him back."

Zhao Hai examined Xiang Yu. Despite personal dislike, sect loyalty bound him. With Ha Jing's request, refusal wasn't an option. "Yes, this disciple picked up some poison arts in the past. I can draw the toxin from him and refine it gradually. Grandmaster, please arrange a secluded chamber for me."

Ha Jing gave a nod. "That's straightforward, but conserve your spiritual power. You're their prime target now—challenges might come tomorrow. Keep your battle readiness sharp, got it?" Ha Jing regretted Xiang Yu's potential loss but wouldn't risk Zhao Hai for it. Xiang Yu held decent power, yet the blood sea god-killing technique twisted him. Ha Jing sensed heart demons brewing, backlash inevitable, Qi deviation probable. Still, as blood slaughter sect kin, abandonment didn't sit right. Curiosity about his descent into madness intrigued too—valuable lessons for Zhao Hai, who shared the art and a slower pace. Saving him could yield insights for Zhao Hai's path. Thus, Ha Jing pushed for the rescue.

Zhao Hai inclined his head. "Yes. Rest easy, Grandmaster. I know my limits and won't act foolishly." He grasped the stakes fully, avoiding recklessness. Processing Xiang Yu's poison would aid his own growth—adding a new venom type, deepening knowledge of poison bug Valley methods, perhaps even grasping their secrets. Agreement came easy, driven more by self-gain than mere respect for Ha Jing.