Chapter 312 - 312 310 Step Back

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312: Chapter 310: Step Back 312: Chapter 310: Step Back The fiery clouds on the horizon gradually dissipated, as the Yin Thunder scattered. Perhaps sensing the disappearance of the Ghost Tears Pearl’s energy, both the human and ghost, who were fiercely fighting, hurried towards this side. Ji Ting’s complexion turned unusually pale, bearing a fear towards the Ghost so deep and inerasable. He looked at Baili An, his lips trembling, with a hint of pleading, “Kill… kill me.” Fang Geyu sneered coldly, “You think you can get off that easily?” Baili An glanced at him sideways, “As you wish.” The cold edge lit up in the snowy light, the blade like autumn water, coldly slashing across Ji Ting’s neck. Suddenly, a sharp line of blood appeared on his skin, the pleading intent in his eyes seemed to freeze into shock—as he hadn’t expected him to act so simply and effortlessly end his life. The terror in his eyes could no longer be concealed. The line of blood on his neck was extremely fine, but the wound was very deep. In the blink of an eye, blood surged out like a fountain, quickly soaking half of his garment. Ji Ting’s face contorted with gruesome and desperate pain, he hoarsely murmured, “No…” He clutched at the wound on his neck, but struggled to retain the life force fading from within him. He fell to the ground with a thud, like a fish thrown onto shore, struggling to make a sound, his mouth opening and closing. Fang Geyu was startled by Baili An’s sudden action and couldn’t help but ask, “Why kill him?” Baili An shook the Blood Pearl off his sword and looked indifferently at Ji Ting on the ground, saying, “Because he is lying again.” Ji Ting’s fear of the Ghost was real, and the Ghost’s intent to exercise extreme punishment on him was also true. But if he were actually handed over to the Ghost, the Ghost would not really kill him. Ji Ting feared extreme punishment, but he feared death even more. Baili An did not believe that a man who would stop at nothing, committing every conceivable atrocity, would willingly give up his life. He was a rational evil hound; even when driven into a desperate situation, he would not give up any chance of survival. “The blood won’t run out so soon.” Baili An smiled, his deep black eyes looking at Ji Ting, his tone gentle, “Rest assured, seeing you like this, the Ghost will naturally not waste energy to torture you anymore.” Ji Ting’s eyes filled with despair. “Of course, he won’t bother to save you either.” Ji Ting reached out, grabbing Baili An’s boot; the fresh blood gushed out along with his tears, “I… I don’t want to die… don’t want to die…” Baili An sighed lightly, withdrew his ankle, and walked towards the direction the Ghost was coming from, leaving Ji Ting a lone figure, “Whether you want to die or not, what does it matter, Ji Ting? Don’t be foolish, you’ve already run out of road.” No one in the world would be a second Meng Chengzhi, treating him that kindly. He came from the streets and would end up discarded in the wilderness. There was no ending more fitting for him. Baili An knew he was deliberately delaying the time, but he wasn’t trying to assert his right to proclaim victory. It was just that here, there was a wandering dead spirit, who had been deceived all her life. He simply wished to have the Sinners tell her the truth personally. She deserved to know the truth. The first to arrive was Ying Xiu, the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld; he was covered in colors, obviously wounded. He glanced at the Heroic Spirit Hongying standing quietly in the darkness, and asked anxiously, “What exactly happened? Why can’t I sense the Ghost Tears Pearl’s energy?” Hongying remained silent, not speaking. Compared to Ying Xiu, the Ghost looked much less injured, but still pale and fierce, exuding a dense evil aura. The double drums at his waist echoed heavily, his gloomy gaze turned toward the cold corpse beside the deep pit, his mouth tight-lipped, “Useless trash!” His icy cruel gaze swept over everyone present, “I don’t care who among you has my pearl, today, none of you will leave this place alive!” Baili An took two steps forward, looking at Ying Xiu, “It seems the young master Ying is quite injured?” “What do you mean?” Ying Xiu furrowed his brow, without the help of Hongying, he indeed was no match for the Ghost. Baili An said, “The young master Ying should heal. As for the Ghost, I’ll do the killing.” The implication was simple. The Ghost you can’t take away. He will die here. Both Ying Xiu and the Ghost’s expressions darkened, the human and ghost uttered in unison, “Arrogant!” Ying Xiu, who had not considered Baili An a threat just a short time ago, now felt a surge of irritability and unease looking at Baili An. He looked at Hongying, commanded, “Remove your veil and join me in taking down the Ghost. I will inquire about the Ghost Tears Pearl later.” Before Hongying could react, Baili An stepped forward, blocking her path, his tone warm, “Step back.” His voice was not as harsh as Ying Xiu’s, but one could still discern the commanding undertone. Ying Xiu flew into a rage, how dare a non-royal from Central Netherworld issue such bold commands to his spirit servant. How was this different from an open provocation?! “Yes.” What frustrated him even more was that the yielding word he thought was in obedience to his royal command was, in fact, Hongying’s response, and indeed, she stepped back. Her deep red dress blended with the night—her trace vanished within it. So obedient to an outsider, so unlike herself. Watching the young man with the indifferent expression, his pale cheeks flushed with heat, feeling like this placid demeanor was a performance for him. “Heh.” A cold laugh began, erupting from the black robe of the Ghost stirring without wind, at once sent out a chilling and ferocious ancient aura, surging from the ground to the sky! A crimson pillar of light shattered the thousand-mile snow curtain, piercing the clouds, as if a gaping winter hole was torn open in the sky. The Ghost’s long hair danced in madness, his gaze sternly fixed on Baili An, “I want to see how you’re going to kill me?” He raised his palm toward the sky, the crimson pillar of light that had risen violently around him suddenly solidified into a massive blade of blood, the blood blade swirled with crackling Yin Thunder, and as it exploded, the space around them reverberated with the sound of blasting, slashing vertically at Baili An. Gale lifted the fringe on Ying Xiu’s forehead, revealing his dramatically changed complexion, his figure panicked as he quickly retreated; shock gripped his heart, he hadn’t expected the Ghost to have such terrifying strength hidden. So earlier during their battle, it was mostly toying with him. Realizing this, Ying Xiu’s chest tightened, an immense pressure weighed on him, making it hard to breathe. Faced with the Ghost’s raging killing intent, Baili An stood immovable; the red sleeves fluttered in the fierce wind, revealing the contour of the Jade Flute. The Spiritual Power nodes at his heart and wrists were deliberately extinguished, showing no signs of recovery. In this heavy night, his eyes, larger than average, their blackness expanded, filling the entire eyeball, his appearance bearing some resemblance to the ancient Evil Ghosts of the Netherworld realms. Yet he lacked the Evil Ghosts’ frightening aura; his eyes instead seemed to have a pair of pure, clean Obsidian stones embedded, capable of reflecting the contours of the entire worldly realm.

Chapter 312 - 312 310 Step Back

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