Chapter 905: Chapter 686: Stealing Him Away
It’s not about feeling jealous that the corpse demon was taken advantage of.
It’s just that amidst this heavenly ordeal, under the watchful eyes of all, that woman wore the attire of the Xijian Sect and bore the guise of Tianxi’s fourth sword, Yun Rong.
She brazenly abducted their Phoenix Lord in this apocalyptic wedding feast…
A conspiracy!
An obvious conspiracy!
If word of this reaches the Immortal Sects of the Human Realm…
Yun Rong can’t imagine the kind of public pressure and scrutiny the Xijian Sect would face.
The sky is like a sea of flas, ink invading the Mortal World.
‘Heart Demon’ Yun Rong’s hair was lifted by fierce winds during Sword Flight, her deanor differing from her real self. In her lowered gaze, her brows and eyes seed to carry a cold, lethal intent.
“It’s soone from the Xijian Sect! Damn it! Are they deceiving us that there’s no Lord in the Demon Realm? As soon as the banquet falls into disarray, they recklessly snatch the bride and groom! Stop her for !”
“Yun Rong with the Snow Sword! Damn it! How dare you show impudence towards our River Lord!”
Throughout history, the righteous and demons have never coexisted peacefully. In the minds of the Demon Clan, demons are family, yet those humans proclaiming to slay demons are particularly detestable.
The Demon World Royal Palace is a revered place, yet was treated as nothing by a righteous cultivator of the Mortal Realm, who freely ca and went, even seizing their River Lord.
This was even more infuriating and intolerable than soone trampling one’s face into the dirt.
In no ti, an unceasing chorus of furious shouts and insults erupted, each demon minister and demon eager to flay Yun Rong alive!
Imdiately, dozens of demon generals wielded their spears and launched an attack, their murderous intent flaring amidst the flas, tensions running high.
Yun Rong, riding the Snow Sword, faced the enraged demon generals without drawing her sword. Her graceful, slender hand ford a sword finger, its force traversing the air like a great dragon, as if her fingertips were blessed by a Ghost God.
From over dozens of ters away, with a re distant point, her aura refined like a mighty river, the sword movent like a python crushing mountains.
The eyes of dozens of soaring demon generals widened in horror, their pupils quaking in fear, the blunt brilliance claiming their lives with unmatched speed, leaving no ti for screams or wails as their forms were swept away and devoured by the sword light.
The ensuing demon generals, who intended to join in the attack, witnessed this heart-stopping scene and felt a biting chill, hesitating to advance further.
Forget the Xijian Sect; even across the entire Mortal Realm, it would be hard to find a sword stroke like that.
For such a race, once as frail as ants, to produce such a powerful figure.
Her swordsmanship far surpasses that of a Sword Immortal!
Zangxin’s eyes were fixated on Yun Rong, his pupils trembling incessantly.
Yun Rong held Baili An’s hand tightly, as flas roared around her.
Her black-red robes fluttered in the wind, the jade tassels at her waist traced bold and graceful arcs, her gaze indifferent: “This person, I’m taking with .”
Her half-lucid, half-hidden elegance made the extrely chaotic battlefield seem somber and quiet.
Her voice was clear, like autumn wind brushing over frosted leaves, graceful yet tinged with an indiscernible desolation.
Baili An felt the hand around his waist pulling him close, even through his clothes, he could sense the burning warmth of her palm.
Zangxin’s expression was indescribably grim.
Baili An’s life or death, his leave or stay, should have been irrelevant to him, but why must it be soone from the Xijian Sect!
Even if he were to marry the Demon Lord on the spot and beco the true Phoenix Lord, it would be better than being taken away by soone from the Xijian Sect!
But facing Yun Rong, who could wield such a sword, he had no choice but to stand helpless.
BOOM!!!
At that mont, a crude dragon-like black-purple lightning bolt tore down through a rift in the sky, targeting Baili An and Yun Rong on the Snow Sword.
The sudden thunderous lightning struck with violent speed, giving no one any ti to react.
Thunder was faster than sound, yet Yun Rong’s reaction was even quicker, her arm raised and sleeve fluttered, unexpectedly dissipating only half of the Thunder Power.
The barrier of the Snow Sword was abruptly shattered, her sleeves singed and scorched, raising swirling black flas.
Yun Rong’s breath was unstable for a mont, the Spirit Sword under her feet shivered wildly. To prevent the lightning from striking Baili An, she reluctantly released the hand holding him, pushing gently against his shoulder.
The two quickly separated mid-air, the black-purple thunder crashing onto the Snow Sword. The Sword Qi and Spiritual Power suddenly fragnted, like a spent force, emitting a sad sword wail as it fell from the sky, slanting into the Divine Palace.
Baili An was only grazed by the aftermath of the thunderbolt, his entire body numbed with pain, thunder that not even the body of a corpse demon could resist. He knew Yun Rong must have struggled with the hasty deflection.
The Autumnwater Sword was summoned, Baili An’s sword finger controlling the sword from afar, breaking through the flas to catch Yun Rong.
For human cultivators, Sword Flight is a technique where losing one’s sword in mid-air can cause instability.
Baili An’s summoning of the Autumnwater Sword was an instinctive act.
He didn’t realize that with ‘Heart Demon’ Yun Rong’s current cultivation, even without a sword underfoot, she could traverse the skies freely, even crossing vast dinsions.
He had only just entered the tribulation passing stage, swept by the thunder’s aftermath, his whole body numb, making it difficult to channel Spiritual Power for flight.
By coincidence, he fell in the direction of the Primordial Cauldron’s mouth.
The earlier lightning strike, with its sharply defined target, seed both sudden and absurd.
In that electric mont, Baili An seed to grasp what was happening, turning to strike downward with his palm.
The furnace flas roared, the Yang fla of the raging fires capable of incinerating all spirits, leaving nothing but rolling incendiary fire and Yin Thunder.
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