Chapter 64 - 64 64 Kneel Down

64: Chapter 64: Kneel Down 64: Chapter 64: Kneel Down Baili An didn’t think twice, and with a slap of his palm on the river surface, he abruptly soared into the air. Muttering the Sword Control incantation, he stood on the Autumnwater Sword, speeding and flying away with the aid of the river’s rapid currents. He knew that even though he had recently advanced to a higher realm, he stood no chance against a terrifying corpse demon like the Shebi Corpse. At this moment, the right thing for him to do was to take advantage of the headless corpse’s distraction of the Shebi Corpse and flee this place as quickly as possible. But other possibilities sprang to Baili An’s mind. What if! What if the headless corpse was indeed Lin Guiyuan… What was he supposed to do then! Would he just indifferently pass by the corpse of an old friend, allowing it to become blood mud under the Shebi Corpse’s feet? Even if there was only a one in a thousand chance, he could not take that gamble! The cold sword tip drew a long splash on the surface of the river. When the Shebi Corpse’s foot reached its highest point, Baili An had already caught up to the headless, icy body and tightly grabbed it in his hands. Inadvertently, Baili An’s gaze swept over an old scar on the right wrist of the corpse, and his pupils suddenly contracted, his heart sinking to the bottom. The foot of the Shebi Corpse, like an ancient giant mountain, stomped down fiercely in that instant, and a series of terrifying blasts echoed through the air. The surging river stopped flowing. The ground beneath Baili An collapsed deeply, making it difficult even to stand. It wouldn’t be long before he and Lin Guiyuan’s corpse would become fragments under the Shebi Corpse’s feet, eventually flowing into the Endless Sea. Baili An clenched his teeth, protecting Lin Guiyuan’s corpse beneath him while his own back was torn apart by the fierce winds! His pale, upright back was instantly bloodstained under the gust. His strong corpse demon physique could not withstand even the threatening might of the Shebi Corpse’s foot that had not yet fully landed. He simply abandoned Sword Control and let the Autumnwater Sword forcefully sheathe itself, beneath his feet, thump, thump, thump!!! Seven rings of fire burst into flames! Boom! The foot fell, rocks tumbled, and the river boiled! Not far away, three continuous mountains collapsed entirely under the residual force! At a crucial moment, Baili An, holding Lin Guiyuan’s corpse, shifted seven hundred meters to the side; upon landing, he was thrown about by the shockwaves of the stomping foot. Blood spewed from his mouth as his vital energy churned relentlessly. Baili An’s lips bled, his eyes fiercely red as he stared fixedly at the imposing Shebi Corpse. What was he to do! How was he to defeat this Shebi Corpse, a corpse demon more than ten times stronger than himself! Yes, it was to be defeated! At this moment, Baili An’s whole body was radiating with an incredible fighting spirit. Although he was usually calm, he knew clearly at this time that carrying Lin Guiyuan’s corpse, he couldn’t escape from the Shebi Corpse’s clutches! So… He must fight to the death! Live or die! It’s as simple as that when walking through the world – such is life. “Arrrrgh!!” Baili An knelt on one knee, letting out an agonizing roar nearing death, his scarlet eyes spreading disaster, his whole eye sockets blood red, without a trace of white visible. That layer of murderous intent erupted from his eyes, turning the skin around his eyes into numerous web-like cracks. His vital energy roared to its limit; Baili An, engulfed in a blood-red demonic mist, seemed like a fierce ghost emerging from a pile of Shura corpses! However, the Spirit Seal in his palm emitted a holy aura that purified all things. With a blend of good and evil, divine and demonic powers intertwined. The emanating aura even caused the Shebi Corpse to momentarily stiffen. This instant of stiffness, representing shock and dread, inevitably intensified the Shebi Corpse’s raging anger! He was a living legend and embodiment of fear—this Absolute Corpse felt threatened by a nascent corpse demon?! A dark purple Corpse Pearl within its mouth crazily struck against its tusks. The Battle Axe cleaved violently down, as though splitting this space into two. No place to hide! Nowhere to escape! Baili An did not use the Autumnwater Sword to block; it would have been futile. He tightened his right fist, hiding the Spirit Seal within, now seemingly holding a clump of divine light. He launched a punch with “overestimating” might! Just as the golden light absorbed those few condensed strands of green energy, the Green Python behind Baili An reared its head. This Green Python seemed to be composed of countless Sword Qi, its icy vertical pupils emanated a strong sense of righteousness. As Baili An punched out, the Green Python took the form of an ascending kingly dragon, directly confronting the giant Battle Axe. The two forces collided explosively! The Battle Axe continued its arc, the Green Python shattered into pieces, but it didn’t end there. The green fragments instantly transformed into chilling Sword Intent, like an intense rainstorm, piercing through the ancient Battle Axe creating countless holes. With the last bit of the axe’s momentum removed, the Battle Axe fell powerlessly in front of Baili An, like ordinary scrap metal. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The power of Baili An’s punch far exceeded his expectations. But simultaneously, the consolidation of the Green Python drained all the Spiritual Power in his body. Completely exhausted, he knelt on one knee, his palm on his knee trembling slightly. Meanwhile, the Shebi Corpse, seven hundred meters away, bellowed in disbelief, shocked that his Battle Axe was defeated by a minor corpse demon. As the green fragments shattered the Battle Axe, only a few remained, but the majority of the Sword Intent shot fiercely towards the Shebi Corpse’s face, like an upward flow of green sword rain. The giant snakes on each of the Shebi Corpse’s ears screeched, tensing their bodies, mouths wide open, swallowing all the fragmented sword rain. Following that, the Shebi Corpse raised its robust and ferocious hands, grabbing the giant snakes around its ears and hurling them towards Baili An. The raging snakes, with their red tongues flicking, whipped up a strong foul wind, snapping viciously toward Baili An. One giant snake headed straight for Baili An. The other aimed at Lin Guiyuan’s headless corpse. With his eyes turning a fierce red, Baili An looked up, powerless to evade. He could only watch as the venomous fangs plunged toward him. Even as death approached, he still didn’t choose to flee or shut his eyes. “Hiss!” The cold hissing of the snakes suddenly turned sharply shrill and agonizing; the snakes jolted straight and trembled, unable to advance any further. Baili An’s bloodshot eyes narrowed. Following the straight serpent bodies leading backward, he saw a slender, upright figure standing somberly between heaven and earth. The blood-colored robe fluttered lightly in the wind like a banner. Those were a pair of pale, beautifully lined hands, calmly holding the two giant snake tails. Even as the snakes thrashed wildly, those hands remained motionless. It was like holding two fragile strands of hair, unperturbed by them. A breeze swept by, slightly lifting the pitch-black hair revealing a pale and graceful neck that glimmered within. She slightly turned her head, and even from her profile, her visage was terrifyingly beautiful. With a gentle shake of her hand, the two snakes screamed miserably, writhing in agony; within moments, the luminescence in their vertical pupils gradually dimmed and turned to ash. From the tail, an awe-inspiring and suffocatingly terrifying force seemed capable of destroying even ancient giants. Inch by inch! The bodies of the two snakes cracked as though dehydrated dirt, then turned into dust that scattered across the ground. The lady in the blood dress retracted her half-seen profile, gazing solemnly at the Shebi Corpse, which had stiffened entirely, unable to move. Looking up at her slender, imposing silhouette, though she was looked up to, she carried a royal arrogance as if dominating all life. She spoke slowly, her voice deep and hoarse, pleasant to the ear yet undeniably commanding, “Kneel!”