All Chapters of The Saga of the Unbroken : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Stay here." Dropping off Luke and Lin Ju in the middle of nowhere, outside a massive city, Hong Ming ordered both of them to stay put for a while until he came back. Seeing that Hong Ming had an

"Do you take me for a fool!!!??"

"Hey, what are you doing!?" 

"Sh*t."Mumbling a curse, Luke frowned in contemplation as he hadn't thought this through. Before he knew it, he had found out that he was running in the direction of the city without any idea or plan in his mind. "Are you kidding me…" 

"That buffoon." Observing a certain old man from the distance, the sect leader of the Bewitching Beauty Cult had her eyebrows raised in surprise as she said, "He never changes, huh?" 

The next moment, something happened to Hong Ming's body. Out of nowhere, he had power surging through him and his speed was increasing. 

 "Argh!"  Dragging his wearied body, a middle aged man with green colored taoist robe had both of his arms ripped off. Bleeding profusely with his vision blurred and one of his ears sliced clean.  In front of him was a man with black hanfu, who was munching on

 "NOT BAD!" Bellowing on top of his lungs, Leng Zhian had avoided the sea of flames that came out of the fire spirit's palm. Opening his mouth wide, Leng Zhian sent out waves of sonic attacks in his voice, assaulting every living being's psyche within a radius of one mile.  In the light of Leng Zhian's art, the lightning dragon was unperturbed, as it had no consciousness. Then, it dived towards Leng Zhian without any delay, sending its arcs of electricity first, in a barrage of lightning bolts.  

 "Why are you in here?"  Inside of a grand hallway with crystal chandeliers at every five meters on the ceiling, a man with a blue dress hanfu spoke to the figure that had followed him since the entrance. His hanfu was coloured in white, as the corner of his hem was painted in light blue. Images of clouds drifting away were drawn on some parts of his hanfu on his back, his chest, his sleeves, and so on.  

 "We have arrived."  Floating above the Three-Headed Serpent sect mountains, Hong Ming, Lin Ju, and Luke had spent another few more hours travelling from the Huan city unto the former sect of the Predator of the Desolate Land, the sect of Luke and Lin Ju as well.  "Finally…"