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The entire area fell silent.
Qing Luo was bathed in blood, and he carried the two halves of Ying Que’s corpse. Chu Xiu and the other demonic cultivators stared at him, so stunned that their scalps went numb. Many of them shuddered.
They were demonic cultivators, and they were fearless adherents of the path of slaughter.
Yet now, watching Qing Luo, they felt like a little monster before a much bigger, scarier monster. They’d never felt this way before.
The young man tearing a Spiritual Incarnation Realm yao cultivator limb from limb was the true demon here!
Meanwhile, within the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.
The blood drained from Ning Sihua’s face, and deep self-recrimination rose within her heart.
She could have used the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes to save Ying Que’s life, but when Chu Xiu threatened Wen Lingxue’s parents, she held back for fear of hurting the hostages.
In the end, she missed her chance to save Ying Que.
Cha Jin’s fists silently clenched. She was both enraged and grief-stricken.
“Why did this happen…. Why….?” Pain filled Wen Lingxue’s beautiful face.
Ying Que and her parents’ lives had both been at risk.
Although her parents were still alive, Ying Que’s death was like a knife to the heart, and she felt as if she were on the verge of collapse.
"Big Sister Ning, if Chu Xiu tries to use my parents to threaten you again, just attack!” Wen Lingxue suddenly gnashed her teeth. “If they die, I’ll avenge them. There’s no way I’ll let up until I’ve killed every last one of those fiends!”
The rims of her eyes reddened, and hatred was written all over her face. She couldn’t bear to watch anyone else suffer on her parents’ account.
Ning Sihua’s lips quivered. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she nodded, albeit with great difficulty.
Ying Que was dead, but their enemies would undoubtedly continue to use Wen Lingxue’s parents as leverage. Her hands were tied, and if things went on like this, they’d be effectively helpless.
In the end, both they and Wen Lingxue’s parents were likely to suffer!
Cha Jin sighed deeply, then hugged Wen Lingxue tightly. She whispered, “Lingxue, you don’t have to be so upset. Now that this has happened, there’s no way your Big Brother Su Yi will just stand back and remain a bystander.”
“Big Brother Su Yi…” Wen Lingxue looked dazed. She said bleakly, “Yes, but… that will happen much later…”
Cha Jin and Ning Sihua had nothing to say to that.
But it was then that a figure appeared on the screen of condensed light. He was shooting toward them from afar.
“This…” Ning Sihua froze.
Immediately afterward, Cha Jin and Wen Lingxue’s eyes widened. That looks like…
Meanwhile, outside the ruins.
Qing Luo stood in the sky, smacking his lips as he stared at the two halves of Ying Que’s corpse.
They’d already reverted to Ying Que’s true appearance, that of a black flood dragon, and they were therefore enormous. Ying Que had already been ripped in two, but each half was over a hundred feet long and as thick as a stone pillar.
“Forget it. I’ll eat you after I’ve explored the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House,” muttered Qing Luo.
His hair, face, clothes, and exposed skin were all stained red. Suddenly, yao qi surged around him. A moment later, he was clean once more, without the slightest speck of dust or dirt.
“Everyone, will you break this formation? Or should I do it?” As Qing Luo spoke, he started putting away the two pieces of dead flood dragon.
But suddenly, he stiffened. He felt as if there were a blade pressed against his back, and an irrepressible sense of danger rose within his heart. He whipped around and gazed into the distance.
Hm?
Chu Xiu and the other demonic cultivators subconsciously followed his gaze.
Someone was shooting toward them from the distance.
He was a young man in blue robes. He looked as if he were out for a casual stroll, yet in truth, he was as quick as a shooting star. In just a few breaths of time, he arrived in their stretch of ocean and floated lightly in the air.
He was handsome and detached, with a striking bearing.
“It’s Fellow Daoist Su!”
Within the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House, the grief-stricken, furious Ning Sihua’s phoenix eyes suddenly lit up. She instantly cast off her earlier despondency, and she was so excited that she almost lost control.
“The young lord is here… I knew he’d come. There’s no way he’d just leave us here to die…” Cha Jin’s voice was choked with sobs.
No one knew how much she’d worried about him during his time away from the Great Zhou. He haunted her even in her dreams.
When she saw him arrive, like a divine general descending from the heavens, the shock of this sudden, unexpected delight left her eyes bloodshot and wet with tears.
“Brother-in-law…. It’s really my brother-in-law….” Wen Lingxue murmured, her delicate frame quivering. She almost suspected that she was dreaming.
It was to the point that she didn’t even notice that she’d subconsciously changed how she referred to Su Yi. She’d reverted back to the familiar title “brother-in-law.”
Meanwhile, outside the ruins.
“Su Yi!?” When Chu Xiu saw that handsome, upright figure drift in over the horizon, his expression changed dramatically. He couldn’t help but blurt, “What are you doing here?”
The other demonic cultivators were in uproar too. All of them looked alarmed.
Chu Xiu had told them about Su Yi, and they were keenly aware that despite his Origin Dao cultivation, he was a heaven-defying figure capable of exterminating even Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators.
However, to the best of their knowledge, Su Yi ought to be in the Great Xia. What was he doing here?
“So you’re the Su Yi they told me about, friend?” When he saw Su Yi, Qing Luo looked surprised too.
Back in Mother Ghost Ridge, he’d once spent days fishing beside a dried-out ancient well in an attempt to catch a Moon Spirit Fish. It was then that he first encountered Su Yi.
It was also then that he felt the sudden urge to kill him!
Why? Because when he met Su Yi, he instinctively sensed a threat, and it made him very uncomfortable.
In the end, he set aside his desire to attack, but how could he possibly have forgotten Su Yi?
However, not even Qing Luo would have guessed that they’d bump into each other again here.
“No wonder I sensed an impending threat,” laughed Qing Luo. “So, it turns out you’ve arrived, friend.”
Su Yi paid him no heed.
He swept his gaze across the area and saw the golden power of the fluctuation frozen in place not far from Chu Xiu and his subordinates, as well as his captive former in-laws. Then, his gaze traveled from Qing Luo’s smiling face to the two halves of a black flood dragon’s corpse in his hands.
Su Yi’s eyes narrowed, and his expression grew calmer and more indifferent.
Were his seventh disciple, Xuan Ning, here to see this, he’d surely have realized what this meant. The calmer his master was on the outside, the more furious he was on the inside!
Suddenly Chu Xiu cried out, his face ashen. “Dammit! How’d you get your hands on the Celestial Prison Demon Court’s Holy Infant?”
He’d only just discovered the jade-like infant Su Yi held in his left arm.
This was none other than the Holy Infant they worshiped at Bloodthistle Yao Mountain!
“Bastard!”
“This is bad! Don’t tell me Elder Tu Baizhen and the others are already….”
“Su Yi, hurry up and return the Esteemed Holy Infant!”
The other demonic cultivators present were alarmed and enraged too.
When Qing Luo saw this, he said with great interest, “So, this is Fellow Daoist Su, the one you’re out to kill? What a coincidence! I won’t participate in this grudge of yours, so resolve it on your own.”
He seemed intent on watching the excitement.
Chu Xiu, however, took a deep breath and said, “Fellow Daoist, the black dragon you killed was guarding this place on Su Yi’s orders. Even if you want to remain uninvolved, I’m afraid it’s already too late.”
Qing Luo froze, but a moment later, he seemed enlightened. “Ah, I see. So, the ‘Master Su’ it spoke of was you, friend.”
A moment later, he sighed. “You convinced a Spiritual Incarnation existence to guard this place with no regard for its own life. You sure are something.”
Even as he sighed Su Yi’s praises, he continued holding onto the black flood dragon’s corpse. It seemed he wasn’t at all concerned that Su Yi might view him with enmity; he seemed perfectly at ease.
Su Yi said calmly, “After we met at Mother Ghost Ridge, I planned to give you a chance to grow up. Now, it seems there’s no need for you to go on living.”
His tone was casual, but his words made Qing Luo’s eyes widen. “I can tell that you’re angry, friend. But all I did was kill a little reptile. If this loss makes your heart ache, I can just find you a stronger one.”
But then, he laughed. “But don’t misunderstand, friend. This isn’t a show of weakness. I just think… You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Wouldn’t fighting over a little reptile be far too irrational?”
His tone was casual, but he referred to the Spiritual Incarnation Realm Ying Que as a little reptile. This was an expression of utter disdain.
Just watching this sent waves through Chu Xiu and the demonic cultivators’ hearts.
“A little reptile?” Su Yi murmured, as if to himself. His expression was increasingly calm.
He ignored Qing Luo, then fixed his gaze on Chu Xiu. “I’ll give you just one chance. Give up your hostages, and I’ll give you this demonic infant.”
Chu Xiu’s eerie green eyes flickered with uncertainty.
“Return the demonic infant first!” a black-robed demonic cultivator bellowed.
Su Yi raised his hand, and his finger slashed through the air.
Boom!
Several hundred feet away, sword qi boomed like lightning crashing down to earth. The black-robed demonic cultivator exploded, scattering blood. Even his soul dispersed.
A Gathering Stars expert had died, just like that!
The sight of his death terrified those standing near him, and all of them retreated further away. Chills coursed down their spines.
Su Yi said calmly, “I don’t like wasting words, and I don’t like hearing other people’s nonsense either.”
Chu Xiu’s expression darkened. He stared intently at Su Yi, his tone imposing. “Su Yi, if you dare act up, I’ll kill them both!”
“I don’t believe you,” said Su Yi. His sleeves fluttered around him, and a streak of radiant clear sword qi shot through the sky.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
More than ten cultivators of the distant Celestial Prison Demon Court were cleaved in two at the waistline. Agonized cries and shrieks intermingled with a spray of blood, transforming the ocean into an astonishing vision of carnage.
The water was dyed red!
The other Celestial Prison Demon Court cultivators were all alarmed. They hurriedly created distance between them and Su Yi, and their hearts shook.
Su Yi wasn’t just domineering; his combat prowess was incomparably terrifying too!
To him, there was no difference between Gathering Stars, Origin Palace, and Grain Avoidance cultivators. All were as fragile as blades of grass.
This was unquestionably far too terrifying!
Even Qing Luo was unwittingly stunned. He hadn’t anticipated this either.
Chu Xiu’s expression was extraordinarily dark and unsightly. His grip tightened on the hostages’ throats, and he repeatedly fought back to the urge to crush their necks.
But in the end, he held back.
He didn’t dare. He was afraid that if he did, he’d effectively kill the demonic infant too!
That was a far heavier price than he could bear.
Su Yi’s voice then rang out once more. “I’ll give you three breaths of time. If you don’t agree, I’ll kill the infant.”
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He sounded casual and calm, and his voice didn’t so much as ripple with emotion.
However, the demonic cultivators’ hair stood on end.
None of them would have guessed that this unassuming blue-robed youth would be with domineering!