Chapter 1221: Chapter 804: Between Gods and Demons in Life
“In this world, there is no one who is indispensable to death.”
Ying Xiu’s loose, jet-black hair danced wildly behind him like serpents.
As he walked slowly, he lifted his right foot heavily upon the diminutive ghoul, crushing it into a wisp of shadowy mist that dispersed.
From all directions, the limp, dead-silent ghouls were enveloped by the dissipating shadowy mist.
Under the dim light, their eyes slowly sparked with a crimson glow, itching to move.
Influenced by Ying Xiu’s aura, the ghost army surrounding them did not imdiately advance to attack but hovered at a distance.
As the lord of this space with the power of life and death, Ying Xiu seed to be toying like a cat with a mouse, a cruel, mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He ca before Baili An, just about to speak, when he suddenly sensed a sharp, icy gaze cutting coldly towards him.
Ying Xiu chuckled, tilting his head, staring at Sword Master Yu, whose eyes raged with furious flas, his face now lacking the usual cautious reverence and admiration.
His right arm suddenly swelled like the claw of a mutated beast, muscles bulging grotesquely, tearing his garnt, revealing a pale yet robust, monstrous arm.
That arm shot out like lightning, breaking through the barrier of light emitted by the Yin Jade, effortlessly seizing Sword Master Yu’s neck, lifting him off the ground.
“Such disrespectful eyes, don’t you yet realize your current predicant?”
Ying Xiu lifted his head.
In the depths of his ashen, pupil-less eyes, burns a venomous wild fire.
“Or do you think I’ll continue to regard you as my father?”
Coldly watching Sword Master Yu gradually suffocate, his face showing the color of painful death.
Ying Xiu’s heart filled with venomous delight, yet he also found himself pathetically ironic.
The once powerful Sword Master, now just a feeble mortal in his grasp.
For the past two hundred years, he had bowed in submission countless tis before this man for the sake of a false, ethereal familial bond.
Little did he know, in that man’s eyes, Ying Xiu was nothing more than a casually fabricated fool.
His countless attempts at ingratiation were t with nothing but a disdainful face that couldn’t even muster a smile.
“You, as the supre of the Mortal World, the World Sword Master, have always looked down on , yet who would have thought that one day, the person you despised could bring to ruin the empire you conquered and the Tianxi you protected?”
With a tone of triumphant laughter, Ying Xiu spoke of the overwhelming resentnt in his heart.
Clutching the Ghost King’s Heart beneath his chest that beat once more, he laughed: “I, too, didn’t expect to so perfectly fuse with this heart, having heard tales that the Unclean World’s master is born of the world’s rage and resentnt; experiencing it now firsthand, it’s truly so.
With such power, your Tianxi, this world of living beings, will serve as the lord of the Deceitful Dao! The Central Netherworld, scorned by the world for so long, shall see people bow and worship.”
“Baili Yu, once I sever your head, dig out your Spirit Root, and offer it to Mother, just imagine what expression she’ll make.”
“Don’t you dare call her that!” Sword Master Yu was disgusted by the title, his face flushed with rage!
Ying Xiu’s smile at the corner of his mouth twisted more, chuckling: “Don’t be so agitated, no matter how bad I am, I wouldn’t harm Mother!
She created , gave boundless glory, utterly different from you, you blind dog of a man; she treats well, and as her son, I should serve her loyally.
She sees as a son, I honor her as a mother, never overstepping disrespect, and what the righteous world owes her, I, Ying Xiu, will reclaim for her piece by piece, offering the world and all living beings to her!
And you, Baili Yu, are only fit to rot away with the dust!”
Baili An suddenly chuckled softly: “Why find excuses for your desires and ambitions, Central Netherworld’s place as the only neutral dynasty among the Four Seas was never gained by war and annexation.
The legislative principles of the Central Netherworld Dynasty, to uphold the interests of the world, to eliminate its harms, to promote public justice, to avoid personal grievances, hence self-restrain.”
Ying Xiu’s nacing smile instantly froze, he turned back, glaring fiercely at Baili An, murderous intent rising!
Facing those eerie ashen eyes, Baili An t his gaze fearlessly, piercing straight to his soul:
“Your paper world is too fragile, too unstable, and might just scatter with the wind.”
Ying Xiu was successfully provoked by this, his mouth pulled down, his face veined with green creeping tendrils, making him appear increasingly nacing and terrifying.
His grip loosened, allowing the now non-threatening Sword Master Yu to slump back to the ground.
“I don’t understand, at this point, where do you find the courage to speak to in this lecturing tone?”
Looking at Baili An’s unusually pale face, Ying Xiu said indifferently: “If I’m not mistaken, you’re quite familiar with the scent of death right now.”
The Fla Poison from the ghoul’s decayed bones, is unsolvable by all thods, such that even an Immortal in the realm of the Sword Master Yu, once the wound ets the fiery blood, his demise is but a matter of ti.
That’s why Ying Xiu wasn’t in a rush to kill him, nor worried he had ans to escape.
Therefore, he contentedly enjoyed, slowly savoring his every step towards decaying death.
To witness firsthand one’s destined enemy rot, beco a worm, beco smoke and ash, dust to dust, earth to earth, all ended, wick burned out.
That will bring him imnse, unimaginable satisfaction.
Yet while enjoying that satisfaction, he also had to endure the anger provoked by his words, which was equally unpleasant.
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