The piercing Sword Intent seed to be everywhere, locking onto Li Chang’an.
It made Li Chang’an’s entire body ache faintly.
It was as if he was about to be executed by a thousand cuts.
He remained calm and cupped his hands in a salute.
"Might you be Daoist Ye ngxian of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
"I am."
Ye ngxian’s white dress fluttered lightly. Her eyes were ethereal, and her bearing was as otherworldly as a fairy’s as she quietly watched Li Chang’an.
Her eyes held not a trace of emotion, as if she were rely looking at a corpse.
Li Chang’an asked again, "Daoist Ye, I have no grievance or enmity with you. Why do you want to kill ?"
"You are a Tribulation Cultivator. You deserve to die."
"Daoist Ye, you are mistaken. Even among Tribulation Cultivators, there are those who have been frad and wronged."
Li Chang’an’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly explained.
"I once knew soone who was frad by his junior sister within his Sect. After leaving the Sect, he was frad again by the disciples of various Righteous Noble Families. Left with no other choice, he beca a Tribulation Cultivator. Does such a person also deserve to die?"
Hearing this, Ye ngxian fell silent for a mont.
Li Chang’an had thought she would argue back, reasoning from a different perspective.
But Ye ngxian suddenly said, "I do not know who this person you speak of is. But if I were the one who was frad, I would focus on my Cultivation, and one day, I would return to slaughter every last person who wronged !"
"..."
Li Chang’an was speechless.
Ye ngxian wasn’t interested in innocence or guilt, only in the matter of strength.
Her words were not wrong, though.
’Back then, if Lu Yuanji had possessed the power to overturn everything, what would being frad have mattered?’
"Li Fan, as the first person to sharpen my sword, do you have any last words?"
Beside Ye ngxian, her longsword buzzed, and Sword Qi overflowed.
Clearly, she was now determined to kill.
No matter what, she would not let Li Chang’an go today.
Li Chang’an’s figure flickered, transforming into a streak of Spiritual Light and vanishing over the horizon in an instant.
"Trying to escape?"
Ye ngxian gave chase at once. Man and sword beca one, transforming her into a brilliant beam of sword light that followed closely behind Li Chang’an.
One chasing the other, their Escape Techniques were both astonishingly fast.
Before long, the vast Black Dragon Mountain Range ca into view in the distance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Chang’an plunged into the Black Dragon Mountain Range and continued to flee.
A few breaths later, Ye ngxian also entered the Black Dragon Mountain Range, in hot pursuit.
About another hour passed.
Li Chang’an spread out his Divine Sense and gradually slowed his Escape Technique, for there were no other Cultivators around.
Previously, their location had not been far from the Black Market.
If they had fought there, it would have inevitably attracted unnecessary trouble.
But this place was fine.
Not long after, Li Chang’an ca to a halt amidst the countless mountains and ravines, his expression composed as he turned to face the pursuing Ye ngxian.
A dark light flashed in his hand, and the Tier Three Venerable Soul Banner appeared.
WHOOSH...
The mountain wind howled, and the Soul Banner fluttered.
An endless black mist billowed out. Within the mist, tens of thousands of phantoms could be faintly heard wailing, as if from the Netherworld Purgatory.
The pursuing Ye ngxian’s gaze was icy, and the Sword Intent surrounding her body was razor-sharp.
"Sever!"
A golden beam of sword light tore through the sky with astonishing might, looking as if it would cleave heaven and earth in two.
This was not the first ti Li Chang’an had faced a Sword Cultivator.
But the feeling this beam of sword light gave him was unlike any other Sword Cultivator’s. It was incomparably sharp, as if it would shatter even his very Soul.
’As expected of an Innate Sword Bone.’
Li Chang’an was confident he could block this strike with his own power, but he would most likely be injured.
With a thought, the Evil Soul imdiately appeared, bringing with it a roiling black fog.
Facing the descending sword strike, the Evil Soul revealed a disdainful expression. It clapped its hands together, actually catching the blade between them.
BOOM!
The sword light exploded, dissolving into wisps of formless Sword Qi that scattered between heaven and earth.
Yet the Evil Soul remained perfectly still, completely unhard.
"A Tier Three Main Soul?"
A slight change finally appeared on Ye ngxian’s perpetually cold face.
Though she was powerful, she could not fight across tiers.
No matter how strong a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator was, they were, in the end, only at Foundation Establishnt.
She imdiately transford into a beam of sword light and fled into the distance, not daring to linger for even a mont.
However, the Evil Soul’s speed was even greater than hers.
"JIE JIE JIE, little lady, still trying to run?"
The Evil Soul cackled maliciously and lunged forward. Its endless Soul Power ford a monstrous hand that swatted viciously down at Ye ngxian!
Ye ngxian ford a seal with her hands and summoned a Protective Treasure.
BOOM!
Under the terrifying Tier Three Power, the Protective Treasure instantly shattered.
Imdiately after, several more Treasures shattered, but they ultimately blocked the attack, buying her more ti to escape.
The Evil Soul didn’t stop for a mont, bombarding her continuously, crushing her with pure power.
Yet the Treasures on Ye ngxian’s person seed endless.
She had actually withstood more than ten strikes!
If news of this got out, it would surely leave countless people in awe.
The last person with a Foundation Establishnt Cultivation to withstand more than ten strikes from a Golden Core Cultivator was Ye Hao, the leader of the Huanghe Alliance.
However, this was as far as she would go.
The number of Treasures Ye ngxian possessed was ultimately finite.
The Evil Soul struck once more. Endless Soul Power ford a horrifying giant palm that blotted out the sky and sun as it pressed down heavily.
RUMBLE!
The mountain ranges below suddenly crumbled, revealing a terrifying, massive handprint.
Ye ngxian grunted, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her face turned deathly pale, and she plumted toward the earth below like a kite with a broken string.
"Heh heh, the little lady is quite the actress. You clearly have strength to spare, yet you pretend to be exhausted. Could it be you’re trying to lure my master over for a surprise counter-attack?"
The Evil Soul sneered, gathering its Soul Power into a fist and punching down violently.
Ye ngxian’s expression changed drastically. She once again transford into a beam of sword light and fled into the distance.
Just as the Evil Soul had said, she did indeed have strength left and was not as weak as she appeared.
If Li Chang’an had let his guard down and rashly approached her, he likely would have been severely injured by the strike she had been preparing for so long.
However, all her plans had now co to nothing.
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