"Do not be rude."
Shou turned around and made a face at him.
Yin Baishuang smiled and said, "No wonder, with your gentle nature, the little ghost you’ve raised...oh, no, Shou, can’t be that fierce."
Typically, peers are utterly disgusted by Shou’s existence, even though Shou has never intended harm, they are eager to get rid of it; even his father is extrely disgusted with Shou, the gift from his mother.
But now, in this cave, the girl before him showed no traces of hiding her affection and closeness toward Shou.
At that mont, the softest part of Baili An’s heart was unexpectedly touched.
"Shou doesn’t look fierce, but has remarkable skills. If it wasn’t parasitic on the Quansheng Sword, I couldn’t have taken that pig demon’s strike." Baili An said with a hint of pride as if stroking his own child, touching Shou’s big head.
Shou squinted its eyes, enjoying the caresses.
Suddenly, the child’s eyes snapped wide open, the innocence swiftly turning fierce, shaking Baili An’s hand off, and leaping forward.
With fierce eyes, it guarded Baili An and Yin Baishuang like a furious leopard, baring teeth and crouching on the ground.
Baili An’s expression also turned serious.
"This truly is interesting, a disciple of the Xijian Sect’s Tianxi Sword Sect actually practices the Ghost Technique. Do your elders know?"
The drifting voice carried an eerie and unpredictable laugh, followed by slow, plodding footsteps.
The two looked towards the sound, seeing the black-robed man emitting boundless Demonic Qi, accompanied by the pig demon, ignoring the Array Light sealing the cave entrance, and stepping directly inside.
The pig demon first glared viciously at Baili An, but its murky eyes soon turned, focusing on Yin Baishuang, unable to look away.
However, the pig demon clearly feared the black-robed man before it, hesitating to take action.
From the mont the black-robed man entered the cave, Baili An’s gaze was fixed on the silver little sword in his hand, sharp as a blade.
On the mirror-like sword body, a string of bright red Blood Pearl eerily seeped into the sword body, disappearing like snowflakes in the sun.
Baili An’s heart sank, knowing he had killed again!
Ignoring Baili An’s gaze, the black-robed man mockingly said, "It seems you two had quite the night together, what, is the Cangwu Sect and Tianxi Sword Sect planning to form an alliance through marriage to confront our Demon Sect?"
Baili An supported himself, speaking nothing, using his body to shield Yin Baishuang.
Yin Baishuang coldly replied, "Demon Sect mbers should all be exterminated! There’s no need for marriage when it cos to dealing with you; if you dare to set foot openly in our Central Plains, every sect on this continent will unite to attack you!"
From under the hooded black mist ca a cold laugh: "Only the weak gather for warmth to resist the enemy.
Little girl, don’t think that with that broken stone in your hand, you can escape, what a pity... you’ve already missed the best ti to use it."
As the black-robed man’s foot stomped on the ground, a mighty wave rippled radially from his foot, spreading furiously in all directions.
The pig demon’s massive body shuddered fiercely, its black tusks trembling, barely steadying itself.
Baili An and Yin Baishuang were directly blown away by this trendous force, their bodies flipping backward.
Baili An coughed up blood profusely, his bones creaking, his recently stabilized injuries flaring again.
What made him despair more was the clear sound of sothing breaking in his ears.
Upon hitting the ground, it felt like his internal organs were displaced, struggling to glance toward Yin Baishuang’s side.
Her face was pale; despite being knocked far away by the impact, she stayed relatively composed with her longsword grounding her, unlike Baili An’s situation of severe injury and embarrassnt.
Yet... the teleportation jade stone she held shattered into countless pieces at the mont she flew backward, deliberately targeted by the black-robed man’s force, its powder slipping through her fingers, marking a sense of desolate despair.
Baili An’s face was ashen, despair in his eyes quickly replaced by determination.
He would never let her die here!
Yin Baishuang stared dazedly at the broken jade, aside from regret, feeling a sense of relief.
This way... there’s no need to argue about who stays and who leaves, avoiding this vexing issue.
She grasped her sword, slowly rising, her gaze bright and steely.
She would never let him et his end here!
Shou crouched on the ground, perfectly utilizing the earth’s strength to disperse half the force of the black-robed man’s blow.
It let out a low roar, its eyes turning blood-red, ten fingers’ nails black as ink.
Its teeth transford into two rows of sharp sawteeth, leaping up, a torrent of yin energy roiling around, charging fiercely at the black-robed man.
The black-robed man snorted disdainfully, "Just a ghost wants to be arrogant!"
He didn’t use the bizarre little sword in his hand, seemingly disdainful.
A distinct hand reached out from under his sleeve, with neat, clean nails, sowhat weak like a scholar’s handwriting hand.
Yet in that seemingly weak palm, a brilliant majestic light flickered, thunder shining, inconsistent with his evil aura; the spirit light in his left hand was sacred and mighty, capable of easily eradicating any poison or ghost.
Yin Baishuang’s face turned pale instantly, eyes wide in disbelief, "Taixuan Sect’s ’Taicang Heaven Thunder Palm’, the supre cultivation technique... how did you, a demon, acquire it?!"
Baili An’s heart wavered; Taicang Heaven Thunder Palm is the Cangwu Sect’s utmost orthodox technique, one palm can stir countless divine thunders, changing heaven and earth’s color, leaving countless ghosts crying in despair.
Facing this palm, Shou has no chance of survival.
Without minding the blood gushing from his mouth, Baili An shouted desperately, "Shou! Co back quickly!"
Shou roared loudly, its previously gentle and peaceful face was no more; it knew only to rip apart whoever hard Baili An!
Under the black robe ca a satisfied, vicious laugh, and he struck his palm fiercely upon the charging Shou’s forehead.
Shou shrieked sharply, its face turning terrifying, blood crazily flowing from its seven orifices, the blood being the Spiritual Blood Baili An nurtured it with for years, now forced out in one strike; once this blood runs dry, Shou’s yin ghost form would forever vanish from this world.
"You cannot save this little ghost!" The nacing voice erged from under the black robe, Palm Thunder roared, directly blasting Shou’s small body into a puff of mournful blue smoke.
Yin Baishuang’s pale lips devoid of color, her heart aching as if pierced by needles watching the little chubby child turn to smoke.
Baili An’s handso features twisted instantly, like a long-dormant demon awakened, his gaze icy and nacing, his voice low and hoarse, "I can save him!"
Inserting his fingers into his mouth, he bit harshly into his finger, scarlet blood containing an oddly purple hue, a drop of purple blood...
Seeing that extrely eerie purple blood, a low beastly growl emitted under the black robe’s hood-encompassing mist, seeming very shocked.
Everyone has secrets unknown to others.
Baili An is no exception; his practice of the "Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique" always seed elusive, with the sword technique aura persistently at the lowest green glow level.
Yet, even his father didn’t know, the mont he touched the "Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique", an unceasingly accumulated drop of purple blood ford within him.
He always vaguely felt this purple blood relates to the third-stage Sea of Consciousness of the "Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique".
However, since its manifestation, this purple blood remained dormant within him, without much effect.
This fact he never disclosed to anyone.
But every ti Shou absorbed his Essence Blood, the purple blood would go into frenzied excitent.
He doesn’t know where this purple blood originated.
But now... a thought lingered faintly.
This purple blood could save Shou!
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