"Are you going to hand it over or not?" Qu Shanhai was losing his patience, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes.
Silence was the only response.
"Fine, fine, fine! Then go to die!" Qu Shanhai was unwilling to delay any longer, thrusting his sword.
Mu Hanyan’s longsword was struck away, and Qu Shanhai’s gleaming sword blade mercilessly stabbed towards her Heart Meridian.
Mu Hanyan’s gaze darkened—now was the moment!
To live or to die would be decided in this instant.
However, just at this moment, the sound of the wind changed suddenly! A daunting pressure unexpectedly arrived.
"Court death!" A roar of fury erupted right above Qu Shanhai’s head.
Mu Hanyan’s pupils sharply constricted.
The voice was so familiar, so profound.
His sword light pierced the sky, his aura shook the Eight Desolates.
"Ah..." Qu Shanhai screamed miserably; he seemed petrified, standing still. His longsword also remained suspended, just half an inch from Mu Hanyan’s Heart Meridian. For original chapters go to novelFɪre.net
His gaze was filled with terror and regret.
How could he appear here? He remembered that last time, it was merely a chance encounter. What about this time? Surely this wasn’t another fluke—bullshit, chance encounter my ass! Regret! At this moment, he regretted it so much, his guts were likely green. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have come seeking trouble with Mu Hanyan even if he were damned. But now, not even a chance to be damned was left.
Thinking , the divine light in Qu Shanhai’s eyes gradually dispersed, finally turning a dull gray. A point of dazzling silver light flashed from his chest and then violently erupted. Qu Shanhai didn’t even have time to utter a second scream before he turned into dust under that overwhelming force.
Dust danced in the air, gradually vanishing.
Mu Hanyan stared blankly at the person before her.
His black hair danced in the wind, his garments billowing, carrying an indescribable allure. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in those deep, night sky-like eyes, Mu Hanyan thought she saw a trace of distress.
Ye Lanfeng also stared blankly at the blood-covered figure before him, unsure of his emotions at this moment. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. Having endured arduous cultivation since childhood, his growth environment, and his identity had made his heart as steady as a rock, never affected by any external matters or people. Yet, at the sight of Mu Hanyan covered in blood, his heart grew chaotic.
The two of them gazed quietly at each other; in this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Suddenly, Mu Hanyan’s heart clenched.
It seemed... she had seen him somewhere before.
Mu Hanyan searched her mind once again for memories of Ye Lanfeng, confirming once more that in her past life, she had never seen Ye Lanfeng. In her previous life, this man had never appeared in her life.
Feeling of déjà vu, perhaps it was just her imagination.
"Are you alright?" Ye Lanfeng reached out to support Mu Hanyan, then, as if remembering something, he twisted his palm, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He poured out two elixirs and without delay, he stuffed them directly into Mu Hanyan’s mouth.
Mu Hanyan felt warmth on her lips, and then the fragrant elixirs melted upon entering her mouth. A warm current flowed from her throat, spreading to her limbs and bones, bringing an indescribable comfort. Her injuries started miraculously healing at a visible rate. But this was not the point! The point was, Mu Hanyan’s heart trembled, and the touch from Ye Lanfeng’s palm seemed to linger on her lips, her emotions, in this moment, somewhat disturbed.