A King Summoner Travels Through the World of Ye Luoli

Just as the group was looking forward to some sweet romance, Bai Guangying suddenly shook off Pang Zun's hand.

“As soon as I returned here, I was reminded of those shadowy days.”

“Pang Zun, it’s not that I lack personality, it’s that every person who awakens me has erased my self.”

"Only humans, who do not covet my power, have given me true freedom."

“Pang Zun, unlike your powerful and unrestrained freedom, my power is strong but I am forced to sleep, forced to awaken, and tainted by other people’s personalities, turning from light into shadow.”

“It wasn’t until Gao Taiming lifted me up and said that Bai Guangying should become Bai Guangying that I was not erased from my consciousness for the first time.”

Bai Guangying's dejected voice sounded even more tragic in the somewhat decadent atmosphere of Leitingxuan.

"So Bai Guangying had such a miserable past."

Yao felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing this, and she nervously scratched Lu Zhaoran's hair.

Her awakener was Lu Zhaoran. They could not disobey the summoner's orders. What if the summoner she encountered in the future was not a free-spirited summoner like Lu Zhaoran, but a summoner like Pang Zun who forced them to deprive them of their autonomy?

"Is Sister pitying Bai Guangying? You used to be no different from Pang Zun."

Lu An, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds, suddenly regained consciousness.

However, it doesn't matter if he wakes up, because Lu Zhaoran had already broken his arms and legs.

With Bian Que around, all that's needed is to ensure this body is still alive.

Lu Zhaoran didn't have time to look at Bai Guangying and Pang Zun anymore. She squatted down, grabbed Lu An's hair, and forced him to look at her.

After that beating, she stopped pretending, and her last words clearly showed that the person in front of her was also no longer pretending.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Oh!"

"Clap!"

The sound of shattering glass broke the standoff between the two.

A burst of energy shone through, shattering several windows of Thunder Pavilion instantly.

Lu Zhaoran tossed him aside like trash and turned her attention to the newcomer.

"Now that the Fairy of Light has returned, we should all have the opportunity to become her masters."

Judging from the voice, it was a male fairy, but Lu Zhaoran didn't know who this person was.

"Who goes there, daring to act so presumptuously at my Thunder Pavilion? Stop with the nonsense."

Pang Zun held a thunder whip in his hand and lashed it fiercely at a certain spot, forcing the person to reveal themselves.

However, since the person was wearing a black robe, it made no difference whether he was visible or not, and Lu Zhaoran still managed to see what the person looked like.

"Since the Fairy of Light doesn't want a human master, then choose a new awakener. You're not the only one who can unleash her power!"

"How dare you! Ye Luoli Magic, Thunder Serpent Whip! 100,000 Volts!"

These words completely enraged Pang Zun, who flew out and fought with the man outside Thunder Pavilion.

Meanwhile, things weren't peaceful inside Thunder Pavilion either. It was clearly a diversionary tactic. After Pang Zun left, Bai Guangying fell unconscious, and then a man in black robes appeared.

"Fate and Heart Knots".

"Sister, where do you want to go?"

Lu Zhaoran was about to use Diao Chan's second skill to follow up and stop the person when she found herself being blocked.

"Is the injury healed?"

Looking at Lu An, who was standing in front of her, Lu Zhaoran raised an eyebrow and glanced at the injuries she had inflicted on him.

"My sister was really ruthless."

Despite the pain, Lu An put on a carefree, playful face, but in his heart he hated Lu Zhaoran to the core.

"If you know what pain is, then get lost."

Before they could finish speaking, Lu Zhaoran had already broken the restriction.

After that great battle and the subsequent settlement, her rank had risen to 49 stars in the King tier, just one star away from reaching the Glory King tier. Her strength was far beyond what it used to be.

Currently, the Lingxi Pavilion is severely weakened and no one can match her. Before the storyline progresses to the Forbidden Land, her power is absolutely unmatched.

"Shadow Sword."

The familiar sword, the familiar posture, this time it wasn't against Li Hui's neck, but against Lu An's.

"Sister, how can you bear to hurt me?"

Li Hui only dared to carefully flick the sword that day, fearing that it would slit his throat, but Lu An now dared to directly grasp the sword with his hand and pull it away.

The sharp blade sliced ​​open the skin of Lu An's palm, and drops of blood dripped down the blade.

This infuriated Lu Zhaoran.

With a whoosh, she completely ignored how his hand was pulled away from the sword and placed it back against Lu An's neck.

"I may be reluctant to part with him, but I am willing to part with you. Today, I might as well just kill you and give him a proper burial, which would be a way of settling things with him."

Lu An's temples throbbed; clearly, he had underestimated the ruthlessness of Lu Zhaoran, who had developed feelings for him.

Lu Zhaoran could accept death, but she would not compromise with threats. Her decades of experience in business told her that if she could not address the root cause of the problem, leaving even the slightest spark could slowly drag her into the abyss, like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water.

If we leave him alive, it's like keeping a venomous snake by our side. This person's ability to silently steal our souls is a huge threat.

Now, killing him will avoid a lot of trouble later.

Having made up his mind, Lu Zhaoran suddenly exerted force with his hand.

Lu An saw through her plan. This was, after all, his body, and he couldn't just watch it die. He immediately mustered all his strength to fight Lu Zhaoran.

When Lu Zhaoran faced him, it was like a cat facing a mouse. The more Lu Zhaoran fought, the stronger his momentum became, while Lu An was defeated step by step and barely survived.

"Bang!"

Lu Zhaoran stopped after smashing the last chair that Lu An kicked at him.

“You seem to care more about the life and death of this body than I do.”

Lu Zhaoran smiled as he looked at Lu An, who was kneeling on the ground.

She attacked fiercely, each move aimed at killing him. But this young man, though not very skilled, had many ways to survive and dodge her swords. It seemed he had quite a few trump cards up his sleeve. For the time being, she couldn't take his life.

However... there was an unexpected surprise after this battle.

She discovered that the thing inside Lu An's body was very concerned about whether this body lived or died.

Now they've switched positions; Lu Zhaoran, through her ruthlessness, successfully reversed their roles, switching the control and being controlled positions.

"Cough cough cough... So what if it is? Can you kill me?"

Lu An, kneeling on one knee, lowered his head, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then raised his head to look at Lu Zhaoran provocatively.

He may not be able to beat her, but he has plenty of ways to save his life, and she can't kill him.

"You're right. Since that's the case, I don't want to do anything futile. Let's shake hands and make peace first. Whatever the issue is, let's sit down and talk it over."

Lu Zhaoran nodded, ignoring the provocation in his words. She walked towards him, sheathed her sword, and reached out her hand, seemingly to help him up.

Lu An ignored her and stood up on his own.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaoran withdrew his hand and wiped away the poison from his palm.

So wary of her? What a pity... She poisoned her own hand instead of him.

She clenched her fist, channeling Bian Que's healing abilities into her hand, and restored her palm, which had been poisoned by the poison.

Doria watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Her mother-in-law was right; humans are indeed full of cunning.

"Lu Zhaoran? What are you doing here? Where's my Guangying?!"

An angry voice rang out, and Lu Zhaoran and Lu An's attention turned to the newcomer at the same time.