Chapter 562: Chapter 536: The Curse of Ambush and Murder
Baili An found it somewhat amusing, “Wasn’t Your Excellency here to kill me today?”
After saying this, Ning Feiyan stared at him strangely for a long time.
Having confirmed that his previous statement had no other implication, merely a direct interpretation of the words, the icy intent to kill in her eyes faded a bit.
Ning Feiyan expressed her suspicion, “Do you know who I am?”
Baili An was taken aback; amidst this life-or-death crisis, he hadn’t expected her to ask such a question.
Not knowing her true intent, he remained polite, “Your Excellency is the seventh elder of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, as well as the master of the Four Rivers in the Demon World. Since our separation at the Bronze Gate, I hadn’t imagined your abilities reached the skies, that even seriously wounded by the luck of the Demon Prison, you would still be able to find life in a hopeless situation. It’s admirable.”
At this point, Baili An paused, as if he had recalled something, and asked, “Does Hong Zhuang know that you’re unharmed?”
Ning Feiyan’s brow furrowed; seeing he genuinely didn’t remember what had happened in those few days, what was even weirder was that when she left, she hadn’t deliberately fixed the disarray in the room. Su Jing really had some skills, she wondered how he managed to deceive and confuse him.
A smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
That was probably for the best.
It saved some unnecessary trouble.
“Your question,” Ning Feiyan’s eyes seemed to ripple, “are you concerned about her?”
Baili An saw her lips curved in a constant smile, yet her eyes bore an indelible chill, which seemed particularly cold in the night rain.
He always thought the people of the Demon Clan were generally cold-blooded and unfeeling, but on the day, at the Bronze Gate, the assassin Hong Zhuang had undoubtedly given her his true heart.
Yet now, when Ning Feiyan spoke of Hong Zhuang, her words and gaze only showed careless frivolity.
Contrasting the two, Baili An somehow found the taciturn, indifferent assassin to be more appealing.
Baili An lowered his head to brush the rain off his sword, not bothering with idle chatter. He abruptly reversed the sword tip, the Spiritual Power surging from within his body unable to enter the sword body, clinging only to the surface of the sword body.
The sword tip shone with a faint clear light, cutting through the heavy wind and rain. The ground between Baili An and Ning Feiyan, separated by a hundred-meter straight line, seemed unable to withstand the overwhelming force of the Astral Wind sweeping from Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain, with several long cracks appearing on the surface.
Ning Feiyan’s expression remained unchanged, not at all surprised by Baili An’s initiative to attack.
She raised her right arm with nonchalant ease, casually blocking the overwhelming Astral Wind brought by the sword strike.
The surrounding rain instantly shattered and exploded, her dark purple dress dancing violently in the wind.
With a forceful grip of her fingers, the invisible yet heavy Astral Wind made a terrifying exploding noise under her palm.
Wet soil on the ground erupted along with the stones, the towering ancient trees with abundant greenery breaking and snapping, their robust trunks blasted into endless fragments.
As the wind calmed, her dress settled.
Ning Feiyan unblinkingly stared at the empty space ahead, the young man had vanished without a trace.
It turned out that the previous sword strike was merely a feint.
Leaves fell gently in the woods, Ning Feiyan’s face donning a slight smile, plucked one from the air, a thin and sharp leaf spinning lightly between her fingers. With a flick, the leaf disappeared from her fingertip, vanishing into the night.
She casually walked towards the direction where the leaf had vanished.
Before long, Ning Feiyan appeared in a valley, her gaze contemplative as she observed a bloodstained leaf embedded in the rocky mountain wall; after a moment of silence, she let out a light sigh.
This young man seemed to be much more difficult to capture than she had anticipated.
However, since she had shown up here, naturally, she wouldn’t leave empty-handed.
The night rain was the best condition to mask one’s tracks, and Baili An, not being human, didn’t breathe or produce body heat. The corpse demon was even harder to trace in the night.
At this moment, his presence had indeed vanished perfectly between heaven and earth.
Ning Feiyan calmly watched the rain wash away the Blood Pearl on the leaf, her lips curving into a very faint smile, while her eyes showed no emotion.
She appeared to choose a direction at random, her figure rising lightly as smoke, like a night phantom flitting about at will.
Baili An had not resorted to Sword Flight; he was sprinting through the forest, leaping over a mountain ridge.
Despite the excessive weight of Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain slowing down his speed considerably, he didn’t stow the sword in the Jade Born of the Clear Water.
If it were not for his quick reflex to block with his sword, that silent leaf might have pierced his heart.
It was by a hair’s breadth that Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain neutralized the terrifying force contained within the leaf.
Even so, he could only barely deflect the leaf’s trajectory; it still tore open a wound on his shoulder.
The wound was minor, but he had no time to tend and bandage it, fresh blood leaking incessantly as he ran.
Before long, half of his body seemed as though it had been dragged from a pool of blood.
He never looked back, quickly distancing himself from the forest, sensing no danger.
Likewise, he could not sense any trace of Ning Feiyan’s presence.
But the less he saw, the clearer it was in his heart— the unseen dangers were the most deadly.
The clouds above were heavy with ink, small rain turning to a downpour, each drop chilling to the bone!
He could not sense Ning Feiyan’s existence, yet the storm seemed to be a part of her field of vision.