In the Blood-colored Jungle, Hong Yao carried Shi Feng on her back, employing her movent techniques, moving with the swiftness of an agile cheetah, rapidly threading through the jungle and darting forward. Though dense and massive Blood Trees blocked their way, she passed by them with ease.
Little Moli followed closely behind Hong Yao, also swiftly weaving and sprinting through the jungle. They encountered so low-ranked demon beasts along the way, and fortunately, upon seeing them, the two won would imdiately steer clear to avoid conflict.
It was a pity, though, that even though the two won possessed what they believed to be the world’s unrivaled Hidden Technique from the Yin Ghost Sect, it could only be used in the darkness. In this world, where there seed to be no distinction between day and night, the sky was eternally blood-red.
Just then, after the won rounded a giant Blood Tree, they were suddenly taken aback—"Ah!"—they let out a startled cry and imdiately halted, for unexpectedly, there was no path ahead. Unwittingly, the two had reached the edge of a blood-colored cliff, and below was an abyss that seed bottomless; Hong Yao was only a step away from walking off the edge.
Staring into the seemingly endless abyss, the two won were still shaken, cold sweat forming on their foreheads and chills running down their spines. They were only Martial King Realm Martial Artists, not capable of Space-breaking flight like Martial Kings or Martial Sects; had they truly stepped off the edge, they dared not imagine the outco.
"Let’s go!" Hong Yao quickly turned and said to Little Moli, but just as they turned around, "Bang!" suddenly, a green figure descended from the sky and landed in front of them. His face bore a mocking look, and his eyes then road over the two won’s bodies with a vile gaze.
"Ah!" Hong Yao and Little Moli cried out in alarm upon seeing this person—he was one of the four young Martial Artists they had t earlier, a Six-star Martial Emperor Realm Expert.
"What’s the matter? Are you that scared to see ?" The young Martial Artist looked at their expressions and chuckled upon hearing their cries.
"You! What are you going to do?" Hong Yao regained her composure and looked at him.
"Hmph, what am I going to do?" Upon hearing Hong Yao’s words, the young man’s licentious smile widened, "Take a guess, what do I want to do, heh heh!" After laughing for a while, he added, "The two of you really are top-grade beauties."
"You!" Faced with the Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artist capable of Space-breaking flight, feeling the imnse pressure emanating from him, the two won felt a sudden sense of powerlessness. They had already been hard-pressed by the Nine-star Martial King Young Master Wushang, let alone facing a Martial King Powerhouse far stronger than him.
"Alright, no need to panic just yet. Before I enjoy the pleasure of your bodies, I have a question for you. Is this severely injured person on your back the sa youth who brandishes the Blood Sword?" The Martial Emperor youth pointed at Shi Feng on Hong Yao’s back and asked.
"No, he is a Senior Brother from our sect, nad Zhao Wuji. We had previously encountered a Fourth-stage Peak demon beast, and unfortunately, Senior Brother Zhao was gravely injured," Hong Yao said, a story she had concocted while running.
"Oh? Senior Brother Zhao?" The Martial Emperor youth looked at the bandaged figure mockingly. Assuming that this person was as injured as he appeared and had to be carried by a woman, even if he truly were the youth they’d t before, the Martial Emperor youth felt no fear. He said to Hong Yao, "Then please, kindly remove the white cloth from his face, so I can admire the handso visage of your Senior Brother Zhao."
In reality, for him, whether this person was the one who killed Lingg Sa or not wasn’t important at all. Searching for that youth was rely an order from Lingg Hao, which he dared not disobey; thus, he simply went through the motions.
He never expected to actually run into these two won. When he first encountered the two ladies in red, evil thoughts had arisen in his heart. However, since Lingg Hao, who was on the brink of madness due to the death of his brother, was present, he dared not act rashly for fear of displeasing Lingg Hao and getting killed by him.
Therefore, even when Lingg Hao had said to break the Jade Scroll upon finding the two won, he hadn’t complied. If he were to do it, he’d rather enjoy the bodies of the two won first, then kill them afterwards.
"How... how can this be, Senior Brother Zhao is badly injured, bleeding all over, and his life is hanging by a thread, the dicine has just been applied," Hong Yue said.
"Hehe, is that so?" The young man chuckled, then suddenly thrust out his right hand, fingers spread wide.
At that mont, Hong Yue said to Little Moli, "Junior Sister, jump!" Imdiately after, Hong Yue and Little Moli rapidly retreated and, in a blink of an eye, were falling off the cliff.
The man’s lascivious gaze and his intentions had been fully revealed before the won, and now they had no other choice. Jumping off the cliff might offer them a glimr of hope, while falling into the hands of this beast would lead to unspeakable suffering and a fate worse than death.
The Martial King young man had just generated a powerful suction force in his hand when he suddenly saw empty space before him—the two won had plumted down the cliff. However, the mocking smile on his face deepened. What was a fall off a cliff to a Martial King Realm Expert who could fly through the air by breaking space? These two beauties would still not escape his demonic grasp.
Imdiately, the young man shot out, launching himself over the cliff and swiftly pursuing the falling won.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Above the abyss, the delicate cries of the two won falling continuously echoed, with the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of the fierce wind howling in their ears. Regardless, Hong Yue subconsciously held the body wrapped in white cloth tightly in her arms.
"Hahahaha!" Laughter ca from above, followed by the Martial King young man saying, "Why do you beauties seek your own doom? Rather than dying from this fall, it would be better to enjoy a good ti with this young master. During the process, I assure you I’ll take good care of you, hahaha!"
The voice drew closer and the blue figure quickly flew above Hong Yue and Little Moli, his face full of lewd joy as he reached out with both hands towards the falling won.
However, at that mont, from within Hong Yue’s embrace, a cluster of bright and strange blood-colored flas shot out, instantly striking the blue figure.
"Ah!" The young Martial Artist imdiately cried out in alarm, his face filled with horror. Following that, his whole body burst into roaring blood-colored blazes, engulfing his shocked face and transforming his entire body into a blood-colored fire man, "Ah! Ah! It’s you! It really is you! Ahhhhh!" In the void, the young Martial Artist’s screams, sharp as that of a dying rat, rang out. In his final monts, the blood-colored fire man, using all the strength he had left, forcefully snapped the Jade Scroll in his hand.
Then, blood-colored flas in the void swirled, all of them swirling towards the white-clothed figure in Hong Yue’s arms, quickly getting absorbed.
"Ahhhhh!" The three bodies continued to fall, with the delicate cries of the two won still resonating continuously.
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