newbobooks Chapter 273 What is he anyway?
Chapter 273 What is he anyway?
"Didn't the young sect leader send someone out before?"
In the desolate wilderness, a young man dressed in black stood in mid-air, looking at the wounded Long Siyin on the ground and speaking:
"I forgot to tell the young sect leader that when I came in just now, I casually killed a little mouse that was trying to escape..."
A strange and wicked smile played on the young man's lips: "Such trash is better off dead than left on the battlefield..."
"Zheng!"
The sound of metal clashing interrupted the young man's words. Long Siyin met his gaze across the longsword in front of her, her icy eyes filled with a chilling aura.
"Please go down and keep him company!"
The sound of sword and blade clashing sparked brightly before Ji Yan's eyes. Long Siyin's sword energy transformed into a giant dragon shape, crashing directly into his blade.
Ji Yan thought to himself that things were not good and quickly retreated.
But it was too late.
The long sword in his hand had already been thrown from his grasp during the previous attack and broken into three pieces.
The young man slowly raised his hand; his right hand, which had been gripping the knife, was now shattered at the wrist, looking exceptionally terrifying.
The young man's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Long Siyin, who was carrying a golden dragon on her back.
“Interesting…” the young man murmured softly. He had only intended to find Xue Lan through the person in front of him, but he did not expect to discover something interesting about this person during their fight.
The young man, looking rather lazy, casually shook his right hand, and his severed arm began to grow back.
He took a few steps forward while walking in mid-air.
"Interesting... You've seen a real dragon?"
A mere human prodigy from the lower realm, yet his attack just now carried a hint of dragon might.
The True Dragon Clan had remained secluded in the Upper Realm for over a thousand years, yet he witnessed their dragon might in the Lower Realm.
Although she is not extremely powerful, don't forget that the woman in front of you is only a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage.
"I've changed my mind!" Ji Yan clapped his hands, looking at the stubborn Long Siyin.
"You lure Xue Lan here for me, and then come back to the Nine Heavens Demon Realm with me, and I'll let the people behind you go. Young Sect Master, you are supposed to uphold justice and protect the people, you can't just watch them die, can you?"
Long Siyin turned her head and glanced at Zheng Gang and the others. The surviving soldiers all had burning hatred in their eyes.
Bright and hot.
The woman looked at Ji Yan, speaking slowly and deliberately, with utmost solemnity:
"Now that I've left Luoxia Mountain, I don't expect to return alive!"
"I, Sheng Yujun, and all the disciples of the immortal sects, have no regrets even if we die!"
"I will make sure your scum's blood is used to appease my heroic soul!"
Ji Yan's expression changed instantly. A hint of resentment flashed in the young man's eyes. His figure moved like a slippery black snake, lunging towards Long Siyin.
Long Siyin slashed with her sword, but only managed to strike a phantom.
A chilling aura came from behind her. Long Siyin quickly turned around and dodged to the side, but it was too late.
A jet-black chain pierced through her collarbone, pinning the woman to the wall.
That magical armor, made of immortal treasures, seemed utterly ineffective against Ji Yan's attacks.
Ji Yan slowly walked up to Long Siyin and spoke:
"It's been many years, and the young sect leader's cultivation doesn't seem to have improved at all?"
Long Siyin bit her tongue and tasted the bitter, bloody flavor of her own tongue.
It wasn't that she hadn't made progress; it was just that the person in front of her was truly strange. Ever since she met him, her cultivation had become uncontrollable.
It was as if an invisible hand was forcing her to lose to the demon in front of her.
That feeling of helplessness caused Long Siyin immense pain.
"Clang!" The Du Ying Sword, which was suspended in mid-air, struck the chains that were pinning Long Siyin down, and the chains snapped instantly.
Long Siyin swiftly leaned forward, grabbed the chain that was still flying in mid-air, twirled it around her hand, and then struck Ji Yan's chin with lightning speed.
The young man was slammed into the opposite stone wall by Long Siyin, like a falling leaf.
Before he could even get up from the crater he had created, he saw the sharp tip of the sword.
The Duying Sword, which had been hovering in mid-air, had somehow appeared in Long Siyin's hand. Now hovering above Ji Yan's head, its tip was gleaming with a golden light, making it look more like a needle than a sword.
Long Siyin wore a bright smile, and all her spiritual power surged toward the tip of the sword.
The woman's smile, tinged with both relief and extreme madness, sent a chill down Ji Yan's spine.
She wanted to die together with everyone else!
The thought flashed through Ji Yan's mind, and in an instant he wanted to escape, but his entire body felt as if it were bound by something. He couldn't move.
The golden sword light was about to strike his brow, and Ji Yan quickly raised his hand to defend...
"Siyin, stop!"
At this critical moment, a silver-white sword light flew from afar, directly deflecting the tip of Long Siyin's sword.
At the same time, several extremely fine golden threads were wrapped around Ji Yan's wrist, pulling him out of the indentation on the mountain wall and then slamming him hard into the cave below.
"Demonic energy?" Ji Yan asked, puzzled. The young man looked up.
Did a demon actually come to his rescue?
When Xue Lan emerged from the void, Ji Yan happened to see her cold gray eyes.
"Xue Lan!" The young man shouted this name, his teeth clenched, wishing he could kill her on the spot.
Xue Lan smiled lightly, ignoring him, and instead looked at Long Siyin to the side.
The woman's voice was filled with malice:
"Why resort to a method of mutual destruction?" Xue Lan asked Long Siyin softly.
"What is he anyway?"
He was nothing more than the son of a demon god, a puppet created when the demon god was resurrected.
Over the centuries, the demon god has produced at least eighty to a hundred puppets!
What kind of person is he that he deserves to die alongside Long Siyin?
Long Siyin stood there, stunned.
A moment later, the woman slapped herself.
The crisp sound of the slap jolted me awake.
What happened to her?
Although his cultivation level had declined since meeting Ji Yan, it was far from the point of mutual destruction.
Xue Lan's words pierced her chaotic heart like a cold sword.
In that instant, the woman seemed to have her strings torn off like a puppet being controlled, revealing a maniacal smile.
She looked at the man in black standing below, her eyes bloodshot.
"Yup!"
"What...is he?"
Xue Lan nodded in satisfaction. In the woman's right hand, which was behind her back, a mirror-like hand seal was slowly rotating.
She activated the Sun-Tracing Mirror and turned back time a moment, just as she had expected.
The plot is written on paper and projected onto the people of Yuanming Realm, using Xue Lan's invisible and intangible so-called thread of fate to control "puppets" like Long Siyin.
The puppets and the predetermined plot unfold at the predetermined time.
If she destroys any one of the nodes.
For example, puppets, the threads of fate, or even time can all lead to distortions in the plot.
Although it was only a slight touch, Xue Lan looked at Long Siyin...
But the unwilling soul will find its way out of the woven cage through the cracks.
"Siyin!"
Xue Lan spoke softly: "Kill him!"
To truly escape one's own cage.