Junior Brother used the mark....
Junior Brother really used the mark......
Ning Xian curled up in the temporarily carved ice cave, hugging her knees as she stared at the flashing blood-red light point in the void before her, her entire body frozen.
He must be angry.
She had pushed him away and torn through space to run without even looking back; Junior Brother must feel terrible in his heart.
She truly was an incompetent Senior Sister.
The light point continued to flash, and the mark condensed from that drop of blood spun leisurely in the void.
It was as if Junior Brother were standing before her, tilting his head and looking at her with that helpless yet indulgent gaze.
".....Senior Sister, aren't you going to look?"
His voice seemed to ring in her ears, causing Ning Xian to jerk, nearly rolling off the stone platform.
She looked around in a panic, but the ice cave was empty; there was only her......
......She was acting up again.
She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long, long time, until the blood droplet was nearly about to dissipate on its own.
Only then did she finally summon the courage to lightly touch it.
Even if Junior Brother scolded her, she would still be able to hear his voice.
She opened the message..... the first line was:
"To my most, most, most favorite Senior Sister..."
Following that were some plans regarding a few days later.
......
Ning Xian sat in place, somewhat dazed, replaying those few short sentences over and over again.
He didn't scold her......
She carefully tucked that drop of blood near her heart vessels, keeping it close.
Then, on that small face that was trying so hard to maintain a cold expression, her lips finally couldn't help but curve upwards bit by bit.
Junior Brother said... most, most, most favorite Senior Sister.......
...
Three days later, Taihuang Valley.
The deserts of the Northern Plains were vast and endless; Taihuang Valley was a rare landmark in this wilderness.
It was a massive rift valley cut by ancient river waters, winding for dozens of li and seemingly bottomless.
At this moment, twenty to thirty people had gathered at the valley entrance.
The Martial Alliance people stood on the left; the deputy alliance master leading them had a tense expression, barely maintaining the dignity of a Tribulation Crossing expert, but the fingers hanging at his side were trembling slightly.
There was no choice.
The crimson sword intent suspended in his heart vessels was like a steel needle that could pierce through at any moment.
He had sought the Alliance Lord's help to resolve it, but the Alliance Lord was still embedded in the wall, as dead as could be.
He had tried to use his cultivation to disperse it, but it was useless.
He wanted to flee, yet didn't dare.
That rogue cultivator calling himself Wuming was currently holding his sword, leaning lazily at the very edge of the group.
Meanwhile, the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable had already hidden his aura and was following behind the deputy alliance master.
That woman must have been heavily injured before, and with his sneak attack, he would surely be able to kill her on the spot.
Although he didn't know how she had escaped the range of the lightning tribulation, under that purple lightning, if she wasn't dead, she was essentially crippled.
This was why he hadn't called those other lingering immortals; he wanted to enjoy this great supplement alone.
Hahahaha.
...
Fang Xuan was dressed in clean, sharp black martial attire, his right hand still wrapped in that plain white cloth strip, his black sword Yunchang held casually in his arms.
His expression was relaxed, his gaze distant.
He had discovered that this lingering immortal was so arrogant that he didn't even circulate a bit of spiritual energy.
By using some simple techniques, the man had failed to recognize him.
However, it was also possible there were some restrictions preventing him from circulating spiritual energy, or perhaps he simply didn't dare.
Judging from the last battle, his strength should be slightly inferior to Dao Yi.
So as long as he didn't dare to release his full realm and only used the strength of the ninth level of Tribulation Crossing, he and Senior Sister could still fight him easily.
Especially since he could still pull off a sneak attack.
If the man went all out, he and Senior Sister would immediately use space to flee and let him be struck dead by the purple lightning.
...
The deputy alliance master stole another glance at Fang Xuan, his heart filled with both hatred and fear.
What kind of monster was this youth? A middle-stage Transformation Realm cultivator severely wounding a second level of Tribulation Crossing in one move—how was that logical?
How terrifying must the power behind him be? Could that legendary esteemed figure truly deal with him......
......Forget it, anyway, the target today is that demoness.
The deputy alliance master took a deep breath and turned his gaze toward the depths of the rift valley.
There, a slender white figure was stepping through the void, walking over unhurriedly.
Her white robes were like snow, her black hair like a waterfall, tied at the end with only a simple wooden hairpin.
Her face was cold and transcendent, without a trace of expression: "The item."
Fang Xuan watched silently from the back of the crowd.
So Senior Sister had such a presence.
True, he had almost forgotten that Senior Sister was a great love female lead.
Mainly because usually, Senior Sister was really a bit dazed and silly..... cough......
...
The deputy alliance master forced himself to steady his mind and took out a jade box emitting a cold glow from his robes, holding it high.
"What you wanted, the heaven-grade Nirvana Pill."
Ning Xian's gaze fell on the jade box, confirming it was the real thing.
The deputy alliance master gritted his teeth and placed the jade box on the open ground between them, then slowly retreated.
Ning Xian completely released all her defenses and reached out to take the jade box.
She didn't notice that in the air to the left, a long-hidden, violent aura suddenly erupted.
The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable.
He revealed his form from his hidden state, his six thick arms swinging simultaneously, throwing several fierce punches toward Ning Xian's defenseless back.
He bared his teeth, revealing pale white fangs.
With this sneak attack, this woman must die!
What purple lightning remnant, what space laws—all were jokes before this full-strength strike of his!
But before his fists could touch the corner of Ning Xian's robe, a spatial killing move suddenly came from the void beside him.
His battle instincts screamed in warning!
He jerked his body to the side, only managing to pull back two arms to protect his vitals.
"Ah——!"
A mist of blood exploded.
The four arms he used for protection were severed at the elbows, spinning as they fell into the depths of the rift valley, scattering a trail of blood rain.
The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable roared in pain, staggering back, his fierce eyes wide as he stared deathly at the white-clothed woman who was slowly turning around to look at him expressionlessly.
Impossible.
How could she have predicted his location? How could she have launched a counterattack the instant he moved?
How could she—
Then, he met Ning Xian's eyes.
Deep within the pupils of those cold, profound eyes, a bizarre transformation was occurring.
One crack, two cracks, three—
Three Heavy Pupils.
The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's heart sank instantly to the bottom.
This was clearly the laws of heavenly mechanism!
How could there be two types of law power? This was impossible! A single person could not possibly bear two laws at once!
The fear in the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's heart grew like wild grass.
"What are you all standing there for!"
He roared at the Martial Alliance crowd.
"Everyone attack! Kill her! Kill—"
Why was he the only one moving? Where were those two Tribulation Crossing wastes?
And those twenty-odd Transformation Realm and Nascent Soul cultivators?
Also, that white-faced youth who had been hovering at the edge, holding a black sword.
His voice was strangely familiar, but he hadn't been able to remember who it was, so he simply hadn't thought about it.
—So.
Where was that white-faced youth?
An unprecedented chill rushed from the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's mangled back straight to his skull.
He whipped his head around.
A slender black figure had already stepped out of the void, appearing silently three steps behind him.
The youth's expression was still lazy.
But that heavy black sword in his hand had already pierced through from behind, the sword tip emerging from his chest.
"...It's.... it's you......"
He recognized him now.
The youth whom the white-clothed woman had protected with her life amidst the purple lightning tribulation.
How could he be here? Hadn't he already been struck dead by the purple lightning?
Fang Xuan gripped the hilt and gave it a gentle twist.
Crimson sword intent entered the body, simultaneously piercing the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's heart vessels and dantian.
"Can't even handle a sneak attack..."
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