Chapter 284 - 284 282 Xiao Jian's Defeat

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284: Chapter 282: Xiao Jian’s Defeat 284: Chapter 282: Xiao Jian’s Defeat Fang Geyu let Baili Xianxian’s Qi within her body burst, shattering her meridians. The blood-stained scabbard, after piercing through Baili Xianxian’s arm, didn’t hesitate or pause for a moment, still moving at an unabated speed, like an arrow shot straight and true, gently pointing toward Ghost’s heart. At the tip of the scabbard, fresh blood was still flowing, and white traces of airflow lingered in the air around. Not yet touching Ghost’s body, the airflow clinging to the front end of the scabbard formed a tiny vortex, pressing a small crease into the wide and loose black robe. At this moment, the blue gemstone at the sword hilt made a cracking sound. Fang Geyu’s gaze grew even colder and more ruthless, with a hint of cruelty that wasn’t usually seen in her eyes. At this time, no one noticed that beneath the gemstone, deep as the Nether Sea, there appeared a vertical golden pupil, opening into a sharp sliver. That eye, as if from ancient times, was majestic, noble, and utterly indifferent. Just a moment ago, Ghost was quite confident—feeling that this seemingly unremarkable thrust on his body was but a petty trick, a harm to his yin body, at most. But in that instant, through the blood, he saw the girl’s eyes, as if being gazed upon by the Abyss itself, his whole body going cold. He even forgot to think. Under this brief yet eternal thrust, he suddenly had an absurd thought. Perhaps for her, the decision to die with the enemy made by the female corpse He Sha, was indeed the correct one. Maybe it really was… time for him to go to Hell. To be brought down by a young girl at the beginning of her journey… What kind of joke was this in the Mortal World! Baili Xianxian let out a painful roar, and although Fang Geyu’s sheathed sword had not hit a vital spot, if it moved a mere inch closer, the explosive and destructive Qi would directly affect the netherworld. At this moment, a Black Feather fell heavily onto the tip of the scabbard, then stuck firmly to it. It seemed as if a Cold Crow had come flapping out from the gloomy dusk, bringing with it a desolate silence. Suddenly, the Ghost Qi around grew a few degrees denser. The light-as-xuan-paper Black Feather pressed against the sword, the blood-stained scabbard then unable to advance any further, as warm blood beads on the cold silver-grey steel condensed into frosty crimson pearls. And at this time, Fang Geyu’s scabbard was only an inch away from Ghost’s chest. In that one-inch gap, a clean hand suddenly materialized out of thin air, picking up the Black Feather sticking to the tip of the scabbard. With the feather pinched between fingers, it lightly struck the sheathed sword. The movement was lighter than Fang Geyu’s dust-like Sword Intent, but the collision set off a booming roar like a giant bell. Fang Geyu’s sword was forced to retreat, drawn out backward, and the cracked blue gemstone re-froze, fusing back together so that not a trace could be found. The golden vertical pupil below the gemstone was like a flame extinguished in darkness, unnoticed by anyone as it flared and died out. Before everyone’s eyes, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared. This was a young man dressed in a grand red Judge robe, embroidered with gold-lined Vermilion Bird totems, a White Jade Belt around his waist, and a Black Feather cap on his head, attire only worn by members of the You Dynasty royal family—the Central Netherworld Dynasty revering red as honor and gold as royalty. A crimson-eyed Cold Crow perched on the shoulder of the young man, preening its feathers. It would be hard to find a second person in the whole Central Netherworld Dynasty bold enough to wear such attire. Central Netherworld Crown Prince, Ying Xiu. This young man, known as the Ghost Sword Gentleman, after steadying the weakened Baili Xianxian who had collapsed, then cast a warmly angry look at Fang Geyu. However, before he could say anything, Ghost gave a cold laugh, breaking free from the brief restraint of the female corpse He Sha. Fang Geyu, undeniably delayed by this, missed the perfect chance for a killing blow. The blue gemstone’s self-seal, the power in the sword disrupted leading to a self-sealing state, and from the gap where the sword hilt met the scabbard, cold, frosty Sword Qi spilled out, condensing a thick layer of ice around the opening of the withdrawn sword. Even her sword-holding right hand couldn’t escape, covering a layer of pale frost. The deep look in Fang Geyu’s eyes faded, her body swayed, and only by propping herself up with her sword did she barely manage to stand. She was pale, yet before she could steady her breathing, Ghost ignored Ying Xiu, this unwelcome guest, and focused his killing intent solely on her. After shaking off the female corpse He Sha, his figure blurred and he moved in front of Fang Geyu, striking at her face with a palm across the air. A dark mist-like evil Yin Power covered his entire palm. The fog, which should have no substance, weighed down like a mountain; the palm drop felt like a gigantic black Ghost Mountain crashing down, the palm wind even thundering with the terrifying sound of ghostly wails. Before his palm landed, everything heavy around was irresistibly pulled toward his hand’s direction. Even the firmly standing Ghost Sword Gentleman found his body involuntarily leaning and falling in that direction. His face turned a bit pale, seemingly not expecting the fierce power of this Ghost. But because of Fang Geyu’s previous ruthless, uncompassionate thrust, Ying Xiu had a slight distaste for her character, hesitated for a moment, and thus missed the optimal timing to rescue her. Ghost’s palm fell like a collapsing mountain. A giant shadow loomed over Fang Geyu, as if death had enveloped her. A cold smile appeared on her lips, her gaze icy, not on the approaching Ghost, but on Ying Xiu. In the face of death, that’s what she thought. This little fellow wasn’t unlikable in appearance, yet why was he so unpleasant in action! In this world, there really wasn’t a male creature that was as adorable and pleasing as her pet corpse demon. This was what Fang Geyu thought to herself. Faced with death, that was all there was to it. She was not one to wallow in self-pity, nor would she indulge in such petty thoughts like ‘If I could just see so-and-so for one last time’ at times like these. She hated goodbyes. She also hated the pretentious tears from anyone in the world. What she wanted was only… Was only what? She didn’t have time for the answer to rise in her heart, as life is such, mockingly unpredictable. Just a moment ago, she thought it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t come; let him try hard to find her, if he had the guts just to come and clap her to death. The next moment, the person she least wanted to see appeared in front of her, like the ludicrous hero in a storybook, stepping in front of her and blocking her view with his not-so-broad back. Beneath the fluttering red sleeves, he cast a silver-white Sword Qi. Facing Ghost, Baili An dared not be complacent, even summoning his rarely used sinister small sword, swiftly shooting it in Ghost’s direction. But this time, something seemed amiss.

Chapter 284 - 284 282 Xiao Jian's Defeat

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