"Ah----------------"
The piercing scream of agony tore through the long night, shattering the eardrums. Thankfully, the barrier concealed it, so the outside world wouldn’t know.
With a painful howl, the Princess’s body trembled violently, her luxurious palace gown engulfed in fierce flas, burning inch by inch.
A roaring fire wrapped around and swallowed her whole, yet strangely didn’t harm her skin.
The fla seed to burn outward from her inner world, instantly reducing her clothing to ashes, like charred butterflies spiraling into the air.
Her beautiful face, smooth and soft body enchanting as white stone, her dark cyan hair danced wildly, turning into golden fiery flas.
The hair burned wildly as if possessed by the Heavenly God ruling over the sun’s glory, accentuating her beauty intensely and irresistibly.
Bathed in the flowing light of the fire, the woman’s fairy-like body was exquisitely beautiful, her skin glazed with light, like a captivating sugar coating.
Her slender waist was a delicate grip, slightly thin yet srizing, twisting with the painful burn of her organs, soft like a water snake, alluring.
This scene would drive countless n in the world crazy with obsession and longing.
Unfortunately, Baili An had little fondness for this woman since Dark City.
Even now, seeing her full of secrets, clearly having Spirit Root yet able to deceive Heavenly Seal Sword Master, ’no affection’ had turned completely into ’aversion and disgust.’
Though he didn’t know what she just consud, anything from the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb must be divine.
Rumor had it the Princess’s Spirit Root was fire attribute; the Fla Power she consud was terrifying, possibly ant to enhance cultivation or refine the Spirit Root.
The Princess long associated with Tianxi, and unexpectedly had such ulterior motives.
If not for him shattering Heavenly Mountain today, she wouldn’t have had such an opportunity.
Baili An observed for a mont, noticing the woman showing signs of fatigue. Initially, only her clothes were burnt away without harming her body in the firelight.
Gradually, as her frantic screams grew louder, the fire wrapping her beca increasingly intense and terrifying, like a vortex of fla ready to swallow her whole, burning to ashes.
More critically, she wanted to use the cold water from Sword Pond to quell the burning flas.
But Sword Pond was now dry, the ground beneath her feet began to burn without wood, painful screams accompanied by faint markings on her neck.
Though dimd considerably, she still spewed fire from nose and mouth, her eyes leaked thick blood, clearly pushed to the limit.
Her body outwardly seed tragic enough, yet who knows how her internal organs suffered destruction.
He wasn’t about to waste goodwill in such a mont; this woman was clearly not benevolent, Baili An had no reason to help her now.
The Princess’s appearance was indeed a significant variable for Baili An.
Not to ntion the disturbance of fire accelerated the discovery of this location by Heavenly Seal Sword Sect, with her crying miserably in Sword Pond calling unbearable attention, completely disturbing his communication with the mountain.
After pondering for a mont, Baili An decided to lay low, find another Sword Pond and try again.
Unexpectedly, as he was gathering his Spirit Stones and wine gourd, preparing to leave silently, the pain-driven and rolling Princess suddenly turned her gaze, her sensing and reflexes astonishing like the supre predator of the forest.
She moved incredibly fast, leaving streaks of fire in the air.
Baili An had just stood up when a scorching pain suddenly surged through his shoulder.
A finely carved jade hand rested on his shoulder.
Fingers hooked like claws, carrying burning heat, easily penetrated his body, gripping Baili An tightly.
A wild force swept Baili An away without resistance.
Just one simple strike made Baili An realize this woman’s Realm strength indeed surpassed Sword Master Yu.
As the world spun, he was heavily thrown onto the blistering cracked ground, a sweet tallic taste rose in his chest.
Baili An’s eyes grew cold, his hand slapped the ground, body swiftly rebounding, a slender snowy barefoot toes pressed onto his chest, lightly.
Baili An’s newly gathered energy abruptly crumbled, what seed like a gentle step landed with trendous brutal force.
With a booming collapse, Baili An fell heavily, the ground beneath him collapsed several ters deep.
His vision suddenly blackened, unable to see the surroundings, clenching his teeth, yet blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth.
The hemostatic three blood holes on his chest had torn open, his chest soaked as if drenched in blood.
The Princess’s burning golden hair flared fiercely in the night, painting a fiery arc against the inky dark background.
Her bare jade foot firmly planted on Baili An’s chest, fire hair billowing, bleeding yet not losing beauty, her eyes gazed down at him.
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