Chapter 283 - 283 281 A Sword

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283: Chapter 281: A Sword 283: Chapter 281: A Sword The ghost language attacked indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe, which suddenly brought back those terrifying experiences to He Sha, the female corpse, enlarging the shadows that lingered in her soul. Her face, which had always been filled with cold, disdainful hatred, suddenly let out a piercing scream. In her gray, vacant eyes, there was only despair. Even Baili Xianxian, who had kept her distance and had been intentionally ignored by everyone else, couldn’t help but turn pale, with cold sweat streaming down her body, as fear uncontrollably flooded her heart, sending chills through her body. This was not just simple fear, for Baili Xianxian was acutely aware that Ghost, being a ghost of strong backbone, never exaggerated his cruel threats. In fact, he was often capable of committing acts of cruelty that were beyond description. Among them, the target of the curse was only Fang Geyu, yet it had triggered the deep-seated fears within both the female corpse and Baili Xianxian. In contrast to them, Fang Geyu, who could not be controlled by others, did not turn to flee. Facing Ghost’s resentful gaze and cursed words, she advanced step by step, her hand resting on her sword, while her face suddenly bloomed with a smile. This smile was unlike her usual cold sneer, nor did it carry any mocking pride. It was a smile uncharacteristic of Fang Geyu, very faint, with her eyes shining as if they crumbled heavenly light, beautifying and then mottling, falling into an abyss-like gaze that illuminated nothing more than a superficial layer of gentleness. Smiling, she said, “Why should I deliberately experience the kind of despair you speak of, being frightened by such petty things doesn’t suit you at all.” Ghost’s pupils constricted violently! Listening to her mocking and pleasant words, and seeing those beautiful apricot eyes smiling back at him, Ghost felt, for a moment, that the girl before him was staring into a boundless void. As profound as the Abyss! That was—the vast Abyss from which one could never return once seen. Her delicate deerskin boots gently brushed the green dust on the ground. Her steps light and silent, when she came within five meters of Ghost, Fang Geyu’s smile vanished, and she leapt into the air. Her wedding dress unfolded like massive wings of fire, lifting the sheathed longsword high before bringing it crashing down. The sword in her hand was forged with extravagant opulence, looking not like a weapon meant for combat, but rather like a ceremonial sword hung at the waist of a royal prince, a symbol of status. Thus, the sword looked extremely light. Her Sword Intent was like dust, no sound of the blade was heard, and aside from the leaping girl’s beautiful figure, no technique was apparent. Seeing this, Baili Xianxian thought Fang Geyu must be mad. Judging by her aura, she was barely at the early stage of the Opening Realm, and where this courage came from to actively attack Ghost was a mystery to Baili. But when Ghost’s gaze swept over the gemstone on the sword’s hilt, a trace of caution appeared on his face. Even the arm that wrapped around the female corpse’s spine tensed and hesitated for a moment, before quickly relaxing. He swiftly pulled on her arm, attempting to push the female corpse away from the fight. Neither Fang Geyu nor Baili Xianxian could discern any unusual expression on Ghost’s face. But He Sha, the female corpse clinging closely to him, definitely felt his momentary hesitation and tension. Without a moment’s hesitation, with the fear on her face yet to dissipate, her gaze was filled with resolute determination, as she fiercely threw herself into Ghost’s embrace. Her blood-red dress spread like ink, her yin energy-formed body turned ethereal, merging inextricably into Ghost’s body, leaving only a faint crimson silhouette. The Yin Blood Ghost already possessed the special ability to dive into a soul. However, as a three-thousand-year-old Fierce Ghost, ordinary ghosts couldn’t get close, much less bully his spirit. But He Sha was different, the only conscious Fierce Ghost in the abandoned residence, and she also shared a husband and wife’s reality with Ghost, with physical intimacy. Her yin body already contained his aura, and attaching it to him for a short period was not a difficult task. For a brief moment, Ghost’s body fell out of control, and facing the descending stroke of Fang Geyu’s sword, he unexpectedly lost the ability to dodge. He was enraged to the extreme! It wasn’t that he feared the might of Fang Geyu’s sword, it was just a faint wariness but fell on He Sha, that fear could very well spell an irreversible doom. With blood-shot eyes, Ghost roared, “Acting so foolishly will only get yourself killed.” From within his body came the voice of the female corpse He Sha, full of self-destructive cruelty. “Seek — it — not — receive!” Sensing the female corpse’s crazed desire for death, Ghost’s eyes instantly turned blood red, filled with extraordinary fury, as he laughed menacingly, “Good! Good! Good!” With three loud laughs, the Soul Capturing Drum floating before him emitted its pulse silently. Fang Geyu’s gaze remained unchanged, unaffected by it. Although the Soul Capturing Drum was a ghost artifact, it wasn’t a weapon for attacking and had limited power in direct combat. The drum’s vibrations only slowed down the longsword in Fang Geyu’s hand by a fraction. Her sword movement was light as dust; this slight delay wasn’t enough to change the ultimate fact that the sheathed sword would land on Ghost. But from the beginning, Ghost had no intention of changing the trajectory of this stroke. The unnoticed Baili Xianxian’s bones broke with a sound, and her gaze shifted from terror to a vacant daze in an instant. Clearly, the female corpse’s Soul Capturing Drum had already taken control of a strand of Baili Xianxian’s residual spirit. The Immortal Sect maiden, having suffered a grave injury to the neck and drained of her Spiritual Power, felt an overwhelming powerlessness turning into vigorous vitality in an even shorter instant than before, her purple robe tearing through the air, appearing intermittently like a breach in the void, an electric purple dragon that barred the path between Ghost and Fang Geyu. Baili Xianxian, having lost too much blood and drained of her Spiritual Power, was unable to defend herself. Blocking in front of Fang Geyu, she was nothing more than a large block of tender tofu that would break at the slightest touch. But Ghost was certain that Fang Geyu and Baili Xianxian were old acquaintances, and people from the Righteous Immortal Sect always liked to uphold some meaningless kindness and concern. As long as Fang Geyu hesitated even slightly, she would not escape the calamity of her flesh being nailed to the apricot blossom ghost tree that very night! In response to Ghost’s malicious thoughts, Fang Geyu’s face, which had lost its smile, remained indifferent, showing no change whatsoever. Baili Xianxian’s shoulder trembled. Under control and feeling the threat of life and death, she struggled against the drum sound, her survival instinct compelling her to raise her arm in defense. The silver-gray scabbard pierced through Baili Xianxian’s arm, emitting a horrendous noise as her flesh and bones exploded from within. The sword movement was still light, but to cause such a horrific injury still made Ghost’s eyelids twitch heavily. The assault continued, and as the female corpse held him, Ghost was still rendered immobile.

Chapter 283 - 283 281 A Sword

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