124: Chapter 121 I Might Have a Sister 124: Chapter 121 I Might Have a Sister The blood mist thinned out even more, and the Han White Jade Square suddenly regained tranquility with no more sounds of weapons clashing.
Almost all the surviving people stood along the periter chains of the square, scanning their surroundings with wary eyes.
Their number was now less than a hundred, and the vast majority bore injuries, their expressions a mix of shock, anger, hatred, and heavy, gasping breaths tinted with a hint of resignation.
In the center of the square lay nearly four hundred corpses, strewn haphazardly.
Blood flowed and pooled over vast areas.
This bloody slaughter had been sudden, catching everyone off guard.
If their luck had been just a bit worse, or their capabilities lacking, they would now be lying on the ground, bidding farewell to the world.
People on the southeastern side were all watching Chu Xisheng and Si Huangquan.
By the ti the blood mist faded, many had witnessed their brief exchange, and now held a deep dread of them.
As for Si Huangquan, his strength went without saying.
In the recent chaos, he had been the target of everyone’s attacks.
He was the most deeply resented; whenever encountered, everyone would abandon their current opponents without hesitation and attack Si Huangquan with no regard to cost.
Not only had Si Huangquan survived being surrounded and attacked but had also slain thirty-six people in monts, a testant to his power.
The two strikes from Chu Xisheng had left all who saw them profoundly shocked.
Such a formidable Iron Shura had been wounded by two slashes from Chu Xisheng.
Especially the second slash—it was so fast that they could barely recognize it!
Any one of them would have likely been slain by a single strike.
—”Indeed, he is the strongest among all the Heavenly Prides here!”
Si Huangquan’s temples bulged with veins as he forcefully repressed the fierce thoughts swirling in his mind.
Although he hadn’t inhaled much of the blood mist, due to his physically incomplete state—missing five of his five internal organs and six hollow organs, and all limbs severed, leaving him with only one-fifth of a normal person’s body—the blood mist had a much larger impact on him than on the others.
After slaying all the Martial Cultivators who attacked him, the dark thoughts in his mind drove him to search for Chu Xisheng, his most formidable opponent.
Yet as soon as Si Huangquan regained his senses, he knew that now was not the best ti to confront Chu Xisheng.
Chu Xisheng remained unhard in this slaughter, conserving his energy and at his peak condition; anwhile, he had been through a great battle, his True Yuan greatly depleted, leaving him weak and tired, and in need of ti to recover.
The current Chu Xisheng might not be as dangerous as before entering the Secret Realm, but the level of sword skill he exhibited was enough to match him, making him still his most troubleso enemy.
“Brother Chu, you say I am blood-thirsty?” Si Huangquan sneered coldly, “It’s true that since I began, I have indeed killed many, with not fewer than fifty dead by my hand.
I kill those whom I wish to kill.”
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, his gaze sharply directed towards Zhuo Baiyun who stood in the north corner: “But that is if I choose to!
Not because I was confused and manipulated by an evil technique and poison, acting uncontrollably like a mad dog.
Zhuo, you better give an explanation now, or leave your last words!”
Zhuo Baiyun leaned against the chain, his white clothes now stained red.
Most of the blood on his clothes was from others, though he had also been injured—the cuts were shallow, just deep enough to slice through his Inner Armor.
However, Zhuo Baiyun’s face was particularly ghastly, his eyes bloodshot: “What explanation do I need to give?
It wasn’t !
Those Blood Beads rolled over from behind , and there were hundreds of people back there—God knows who it was?”
From a distance, Lu Chen imdiately let out a cold scoff: “Who are you trying to fool?
I saw with my own eyes those Blood Beads rolling by your feet.”
“I’m not like you, full of nonsense!” Zhuo Baiyun’s face showed anger, scanning around: “At that ti, those who saw the Blood Beads rolling were definitely not just .
Any brother who saw it, please help testify!
Also, the Qi Blood Essence and spiritual quality within these Blood Beads all originated from the five people killed by Chu Xisheng in the second stage.
Mu Ling first noticed sothing was wrong.
I went over and saw the Blood Essence Spirit had been completely extracted from the bodies.”
Wherever Zhuo Baiyun’s gaze traveled, everyone’s face was grim and silent.
People like Lu Chen, Ying Haobai, and Li Manshan were all pressing their hands on their swords, their killing intent overflowing.
Zhuo Baiyun’s mood suddenly sank; too many people had died, and the crowd around him was in a heavily afflicted area of the blood mist.
Those who had witnessed the scene firsthand were probably all dead.
“Brother Zhuo ntioned the Blood Essence Spirit, and it indeed exists.”
Mu Ling, also leaning against the chains on the western side and soaked with blood, spoke indifferently, “At that ti, I was checking the corpses when Brother Zhuo ca over to see what was happening.
I wanted to investigate further, but Brother Zhuo reminded that everyone had already left and that this matter could only be dropped.
We were the last two to enter the Ghost Character Path.
Moreover—”
With a aningful look, Mu Ling glanced at the corpses and pools of blood on the ground: “You all may want to look closely, the Blood energy Essence and spiritual quality of these several hundred corpses have all vanished, nowhere to be found.”
Upon his saying this, the nearly hundred survivors at the site all changed their expressions drastically.
They all looked back at Zhuo Baiyun with even more suspicion in their eyes.
“It was not , I, Zhuo, am willing to swear a deadly oath, besides, what good does this do ?
Now I am the only one left from the Shuiyun Palace—”
As Zhuo Baiyun spoke, his expression suddenly shifted as he looked toward the stele: “Besides, don’t you find it strange?
This Bai Xiaozhao on the list, I had never seen him before, yet he ranks second, which ans he must have studied at least seven Enlightennt Steles in the first round, and in the second round, he scored perfectly.
Who is he, and where is he from?”
When he ntioned Bai Xiaozhao, everyone imdiately furrowed their brows, suspiciously scanning in all directions.
The Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators present belonged to dozens of factions and were unfamiliar with one another, but they felt that none of the people around seed to be ‘Bai Xiaozhao’.
Shortly afterward, Si Huangquan’s expression turned fierce, and he threw three darts from his sleeve: “Co down.”
The darts shot upward with heavy, forceful montum.
Looking up, everyone then noticed soone hanging above.
In this ‘bird cage’ do woven of intertwined chains, there hung a young girl in white.
The girl did not wait for the darts to hit; she flew down from the do.
Her figure elegantly agile, she landed lightly on the ground.
Just then, Ying Haobai was nearby and suddenly moved forward, attacking the girl’s back with a pair of Water Splitting Needles, the shimring light of his attack fleeting.
The girl reacted swiftly, facing Ying Haobai’s weapons head-on with her bare hands, each movent creating an afterimage.
After several exchanges, Ying Haobai let out a muffled grunt as the girl kicked him several ters away, leaving a bloody scratch on his face.
Having repelled Ying Haobai, the girl stood with her hands behind her back, her expression arrogantly disdainful as she faced the crowd: “I am Bai Xiaozhao, but I didn’t cause this blood mist.
Don’t wrongfully accuse soone.”
Upon seeing this young girl, everyone showed a look of surprise.
Even Zhou Liangchen couldn’t help but turn his head, staring blankly at Chu Xisheng for a mont.
At first, Chu Xisheng did not understand why as there were no flowers on his face.
But then he realized how familiar the girl looked—hadn’t he seen her sowhere before?
And a mont later, Chu Xisheng’s expression suddenly shifted.
He thought to himself, isn’t this just himself?
Her facial features and face shape were almost exactly the sa as his, essentially a female version of himself.
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