Chapter 643: Chapter 571: You Lost
“Obsession, huh…” In just an instant, the young man seed to age significantly, his gaze fixed intently on Baili An as he spoke softly, “My body has perished, my heart has died; as hearts resonate and spirits commune, I do this for you and .”
Baili An was taken aback, as if he had understood sothing. He shook his head regretfully, still rembering what had just occurred, and said calmly, “My body has died, my heart will perish.”
Hearing this, the young man revealed a slight smile and gently stroked Baili An’s head.
“He who dwells in brightness sees not the darkness, while he in darkness can spy the light; like star-gazing from the bottom of a well, one sees but a few stars. Only by leaping out of the cycle of life and death and the Five Elents can one behold the vast expanse of heaven and earth, of rivers and mountains.”
The Immortal patted my crown, my hair tied in a knot, imparting the secret of eternal life.
The young man standing before Baili An was undoubtedly an Immortal, but the Immortal had passed away, his life as fleeting as a rush of water, as a glory faded. How could he now grant him the knowledge of eternal life?
Baili An lifted his head to look at him, “I don’t understand.”
The young man handed over a sword scabbard carved out of Vermilion Bird blood to him, “Gold cos from mines; jade arises from the remnants; the way to acquire wine is within the path; Immortals encounter amidst the flowers; the sword is drawn from its scabbard. My way is like a sword; its edge cuts all, both beneficial and harmful. With the sword in hand, one can protect life and death. When the sword is in your hand, strike forth.”
Baili An looked at the empty scabbard in his hand, his eyes narrowed in a furrowed brow, “Master, this is an empty scabbard.”
The young man asked, “Then, why would the scabbard be empty?”
In an instant, Baili An seed to grasp sothing and murmured, “Empty because the sword has been drawn, no longer concealing its edge.”
The young man’s gaze was gentle yet profound, “The scabbard with , the sword in your hand, what are you still hesitating about?”
Baili An looked down and indeed saw his right hand, searing with pain, tightly gripping an Ancient Golden Sword.
The Sword Qi was clear and lucid, encapsulated within his hand, a spring and autumn passage of All Heavens that had not yet dissipated.
Beneath the heavy depths of the sea, a sinking ring of light ca to an abrupt halt.
Shu Ci’s pupils suddenly widened, the silver radiance in her eyes gradually fading away.
Their foreheads, which had lightly touched, separated slightly, and Baili An’s eyes, heavy with the intent to die, ignited like a spark of starfire, reflecting the dazzling golden Sword Qi.
A death-bringing sword nad Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword buried deeply into Shu Ci’s chest.
From his palm, a continuous flow of golden Sword Qi, like a dragon, wound around the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, igniting the ancient and desolate patterns on its spine.
Raging Sword Qi poured into Shu Ci’s body, the blood blossoming like flowers amidst the deep sea.
Blood surged from Shu Ci’s brow, and the Jade Flute Divination shot out only to be caught by Baili An’s hand as he raised it, striking Shu Ci’s spirit platform heavily with the end containing the Ghost Tears Pearl.
That single strike had nearly stripped all the Spiritual Power from Shu Ci’s body.
At the sa ti, in executing that strike, Baili An also lost all his Spiritual Power and the power of darkness.
Both were left in an awkward state of Spiritual Power depletion.
Robbed of their Spiritual Power, all that was left to compete was the strength of their Physiques.
One possessed a Demon Body, and the other the body of a corpse demon.
Shu Ci’s gaze was piercingly incisive, and even a severe wound from a Longsword through her body did not imdiately fell her to death. Her astonishing Life Force inevitably inspired a sense of despair.
She swung her fist and hit, a no-frills punch landing on the Divination Flute, with no Spiritual Power but directly shocking the spirit light of the Ghost Tears Pearl.
Baili An’s body flew out heavily, and the Divination Flute was flung away by that unstoppable force.
With his back against the barrier of the light ring, his legs bent slightly, ignoring the rotting severe injuries within him, he clenched his teeth and charged out again.
This punch sought only raw power, landing squarely on Shu Ci’s belly.
With the fist caving into her stomach, Shu Ci’s pallid face flushed red, blood spilled from her lips, evidently in severe discomfort.
However, she reacted swiftly, drawing the sword from her chest and twisting her waist to sink down, her arm entwining around Baili An’s fist, her leg braced against his elbow, a snap sounding as Baili An’s arm twisted backwards, his bones fracturing.
Both were in agonizing pain, yet there was no ti to breathe and adjust. Their bodies tangled and tumbled together, fists reaching flesh amidst the scuffle.
When it ca to the point of blind rage, they even resorted to the headbutts of children; they fought like village ruffians, brawling sloppily without technique or form.
After several exchanges, they had clashed countless tis. Baili An, well aware of Shu Ci’s strength, had reckoned with it.
Yet Shu Ci of the Demon World, known as unbeaten and undying, experienced an unprecedented level of shock and terror.
Could this young man really never tire?
Baili An’s already tattered robes appeared even more forlorn, the upper half reduced to tattered patches, revealing nurous scars on Shu Ci’s body beneath her wide, worn grey robe.
Yet, shalessly, they pressed close in a crazed tangle of attacks and feints.
The scene subrged in the sea was almost erotic.
But inside the light circle, blood continued to spurt with the rise and fall of fists, dotting the transparent barrier, a spectacle of bloodshed.
In the blink of an eye, Baili An did not know how many devastating blows he had taken nor how many punches he had thrown.
Shu Ci was pinned beneath him, struggling fiercely, and even without Spiritual Power or cultivation, she displayed an incredibly frightening tenacity.
At every critical mont, she managed to neutralize the deadly force of Baili An’s punches, her Physique truly astounding.
Whenever Baili An let his guard down even slightly, she would seize the opportunity to press her attack.
A vicious punch landed squarely on Baili An’s forehead.
Baili An’s chest heaved violently, his head spun, the sound of his skull cracking echoed in his ears, blood oozing down from his forehead and nose, his vision turning a crimson red, a sudden weakness overcoming him.
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