White Demon?

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea...

Wind rose and clouds surged, and startled dust filled the void.

After a stick of incense had burned...

The small town was battered to pieces. The only bridge in Ze Capital had collapsed, and the light of the Nether Creek's water was ruthlessly buried beneath wind and smoke.

After fifteen minutes...

Inside the blue formation, mountains and high valleys were leveled, and the vegetation and stones were ground into powder. Smoke and fire could be seen everywhere.

After an hour of battle...

The red-clad woman gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the color of her bright red dress changed.

Her embroidered robes were reduced to tatters, and her golden mask was shattered, revealing her original appearance.

It was a pity that it was stained by wind and dust, making it impossible to see clearly.

Whether she was handsome, beautiful, or just ordinary.

However, the suspended needle line between her brows remained clearly discernible, even though it was stained with emerald blood.

One of her demon horns had been severed. Her entire body was covered in dense, centipede-like sword wounds.

Not only was emerald blood seeping out of them, but they were also shrouded in pitch-black mist.

Even though she exerted her full cultivation and took the highest-tier demon pills, she was unable to heal those sword wounds.

That sword was too overbearing, too sinister.

Even a mere burn from its sword intent prevented the wounds from recovering.

And then there was the demon horn—the hardest part of a demon's body.

It, too, had been sliced off by that sword.

Furthermore, the black sword aura attached to the wound was constantly devouring her life source.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it.

The fact was that the outcome was decided. If she continued to fight, she would surely die.

Her mindset had long since shifted from her initial disdain to anger, then to numbness, until this moment, when it neared collapse.

Knowing there was no way to turn back the tide, she did not hesitate.

She took the chance to break away from Xu Xian's pursuit and charged toward Chi Ji without looking back.

She could lose, but the mission could not fail.

Xu Xian noticed, but he was ultimately half a step too late.

Chi Ji, who was also at the sixth stage, had no power to fight back against the red-clad woman.

In an instant, she was restrained and grabbed.

She could only struggle and cry out.

"Bai Mang, save me!"

Xu Xian was already charging with his sword. He had fought for so long; how could he let the cooked duck fly away?

That was absolutely impossible.

"Thinking of running? Do you think you can escape?"

The red-clad woman surged toward the sky. As she moved, she performed a hand seal and waved her hand, shouting a single word.

"Disperse!"

The heavenly demon formation she had painstakingly laid out dispersed just like that.

In a few breaths, she appeared outside the smoke.

She gritted her teeth and spoke viciously, like a shrew, "You lowly pariah, remember this King. I will make you pay back today's humiliation a hundredfold in the future."

Little did she expect.

Just after she finished her threat.

A sword fell straight down from the dark sky.

Sensing danger, the red-clad woman looked up.

She saw that familiar heavy sword again, in the same position as before. The only difference was that she no longer possessed her previous composure or state of being.

Of course.

The killing intent radiating from this sword was even more intense than when it had first been unsheathed.

She had no choice but to block it.

Because of this, she stalled in mid-air.

Although she easily dispelled the sword, those two breaths of time were enough for the youth behind her to catch up and strike downward with his sword.

The misty green sword intent sliced through the darkness, only to be swallowed by an even deeper darkness wherever it passed.

That sword intent was too fast and too broad.

The physically and mentally exhausted red-clad woman couldn't dodge in time and was unfortunately engulfed by it.

The hand that was clutching Chi Ji was sliced off at the shoulder by that sword intent.

"Ah!"

A low roar emerged from the whistling of the sword.

Chi Ji was freed from the restraint, but she was unfortunately caught in the wake of Xu Xian's sword intent, falling between the mountains and rivers like a kite with a broken string.

The red-clad woman clutched her shoulder, sinking deep into the turbulent flow of sword intent, her emerald eyes glowing bright green.

It was green blood filling her eyeballs.

This strike.

She had indeed not expected it.

She could have imagined this youth named Bai Mang would chase her.

But she never would have thought he wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe, striking even his own person just to kill her.

"Lunatic... lunatic, you're a goddamn lunatic!"

She cursed in powerless rage.

The youth paid her no mind. A cold glint shot from his eyes—the Pupil of Insight, a spiritual attack.

If it didn't kill her.

It would stun her.

The red-clad woman was instantly jolted, her head exploding with pain.

"Again?"

It was this same move again, over and over, always like this.

She had suffered from that sword.

But she had lost because of this shock to her sea of consciousness that seemed to come from nowhere.

Previously it was only for a split second, but this time, because her arm was severed and she was trapped in sword intent.

With burning rage and pain coexisting, she was actually dazed for several breaths.

By the time she snapped out of it.

She only felt a chill on her back.

Pfft.

She looked down.

The pitch-black sword tip, like a chick breaking through its shell, had emerged from her chest.

Heart,

Dantian,

Both were destroyed...

Her eyes widened. She had already forgotten the pain of her severed arm and the night of humiliation.

"Cough... cough..."

She coughed violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of emerald blood foam.

Beside her ear, the youth's sinister voice sounded, "Deep breaths, dizziness is normal..."

She slowly turned her head and blankly stared at that face.

The youth, equally exhausted and disheveled, curled his lips into a winner's smile.

And this smile, at this moment, stabbed into her chest.

It hurt even more than the sword.

Yellow Spring Burial was wildly devouring her life source, while the Yellow Spring sword intent was frantically tearing at her dantian and sea of qi.

She panted heavily, using her last bit of stubbornness to speak intermittently, "This King... is of the... Heavenly Clan. You... committed insubordination... Your entire clan... shall be executed..."

Xu Xian laughed. He really couldn't help it; he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

What kind of obsession allowed her to say such things even when she was on the verge of death?

He twisted her head back like turning a screw, so she couldn't see him, and whispered in her ear:

"Heh... You don't have to look at me like that. I'm a man of my word. In a moment, I'll chop you into pieces and throw you into these mountains to feed the beasts."

Pausing for a moment, Xu Xian deliberately provoked her: "Tell me... do you think those beasts can tell this is the meat of a heavenly demon?"

Death was certainly terrifying.

But having one's corpse desecrated and eaten by beasts after death was an insult to the heavenly demon race no less than having their ancestral graves dug up.

But...

She knew that the winner takes all, and she was powerless to change it.

Her breath was as thin as silk as she whispered slowly, "Who... are you really?"

Xu Xian thought for a moment and whispered word by word in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Li Taibai is my master, and Lei Yunche is my senior brother. Who do you think I am?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a devil's whisper.

In that instant,

She felt her head explode, filled not just with despair, but with endless fear.

Sword Demon...

Thunder Demon...

Bai Mang... White Demon?

"White... Demon..."

Xu Xian twisted Yellow Spring Burial and pulled it out.

She died.

She didn't close her eyes even in death. Her face remained contorted, and the fear in her eyes lingered even after she had passed...

However.

Xu Xian had lied to her. He didn't chop her into pieces.

He only stripped everything of value from her body.

He started a spirit fire and burned her to ash, letting her drift with the night wind toward the north, south, east, and west...

Xu Xian retracted Yellow Spring Burial and swallowed a sixth-rank Qi-Gathering Pill given by Elder Yao, recovering what little remained of his essence.

In the Demon Abyss, he couldn't naturally replenish the spiritual qi he consumed.

He could only absorb spirit stones or take pills.

The little book spirit was also a bit exhausted. It drooped its small head and dragged its tired little body, sitting down on Xu Xian's shoulder and saying weakly:

"Why didn't you chop her up?"

Xu Xian said lazily, 'She was alright.'

The little book spirit curled its lip. Alright?

It couldn't tell.

It only motioned with its eyes, "Do you still want that big-chested girl?"

Xu Xian didn't speak, silently heading toward where Chi Ji was located.

After a short while.

He stood before a pit, looking at the girl inside with a frown.

The little book spirit said disdainfully, "She looks a bit dead again..."