"Shiyi is right, grievances have a source and debts a payer. This has nothing to do with us. So, um, Fairy Mo... Mo Yue, let’s hope we et again, or better yet, not et again."
Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen spoke as they madly fled in an instant, for they had already noticed the intense killing intent emanating from that graceful figure, nearly smothering in its malignancy. In all their ti within the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, they had never encountered such a terrifying murderous intent.
The icy glint in those enchanting eyes seed like an eternal iceberg, sending a chill down one’s spine.
And the second after the trio vanished into thin air.
"Ahh——!!!"
A cry of sha and resentnt shattered the deathly silence of the void, as Yunmo Yue’s chest heaved rapidly with utmost fury, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, clearly reaching the brink of overwhelming indignation.
"Ye Xiaofan, I swear to the heavens, I will kill you; I will tear you to pieces, grind your bones to dust, I will kill you, I will kill you——!!!"
The cry of intense sha and resentnt echoed across the firmant, an endless killing intent piercing through the skies, causing countless Demonic Cultivators to instinctively shudder, their eyes filled with shock and dread.
As they watched that stunning figure’s absolute breakdown in sha and fury, innurable Demonic Cultivators ca to their senses, many couldn’t help but recall repeatedly, while most were transford from astonished to furious unexpectedly.
Clearly, whether in figure, beauty, talent, or status, Yunmo Yue had the capital not inferior to Luo Qingxian, undeniably a fairy-like existence within the Demonic Dao Sects, with unimaginably nurous admirers.
In an instant, this vast sea of people erupted in world-shattering anger.
"Damn it, that young man dared to do such an outrageous thing to Fairy Mo Yue, unforgivable, utterly unforgivable!"
"Ye Xiaofan, I will personally kill you to cleanse the disgrace from Fairy Mo Yue."
"I, Lin, hereby declare, although not as gifted as this scoundrel, I will henceforth spend my entire life seeking opportunities to slay this scoundrel."
"Ye Xiaofan, from this day forth, I, along with every cultivator from the Demonic Dao Hundred Sects, will fight with you unto death, and we will flay you, grind your bones to dust, consigned to eternal damnation."
"Kill him, I want to kill him."
"My Fairy Mo Yue, how furious she must be right now, Ye Xiaofan, this life I am your sworn enemy."
Swish——!!!
In just a mont, the entire Wang Yang Demon Dao sea erupted as if in a heated frenzy, various murderous intents shot toward the sky, scattering the firmant, unbelievably terrifying.
Yet, more Demon Sect Cultivators remained relatively rational, staring dumbly at the graceful silhouette within the Grand Array, their hearts pounding in their throats, yet despite feasting upon the spectacle, unable to muster any excitent.
For she was the youngest daughter of the Demon Sword Sect Leader, one of the rare Chosen Ones within the Demonic Dao Sects possessing both beauty and talent, a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation.
"It’s over, Yunmo Yue probably won’t let this go without killing him for the rest of her life."
"Knowing her personality, if he doesn’t die, it’s impossible to extinguish the rage in her heart, that man is dood."
"Yet, it must be said, Yunmo Yue is truly one of a kind, such a Chosen One, aside from her sister and a few others, you probably won’t find a second one across the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, right?"
"Shh, are you looking to die young? Or have you had enough of living? What happened today, everyone best not ntion, if you wish to die, pretend I never spoke."
At these words, countless Demonic Cultivators instantly fell silent, breathing rapidly, even though they had seen it with their very eyes, they dared not discuss it or spread it. The Demon Sword Sect Leader, who’s willing to disgrace the beloved youngest daughter of the Sword Demon?
While countless Demonic Cultivators were as silent as a cicada in cold weather.
Within the ’Trapped Dragon Array’.
"Mo Yue...?"
The Demonic Cultivator who had always been by Yunmo Yue’s side was full of concern, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, yet reluctant to speak.
Hearing this, Yunmo Yue coldly glanced at the four of them, with endless killing intent gleaming in her eyes, but as she looked towards the vast sea of Demonic Dao Cultivators in the distance, the killing intent against the four seed to reduce.
She turned her unparalleled beauty away from all gazes, staring fixedly at the ark slowly disappearing at the horizon, two tears although betraying her resolve, fell, unseen by anyone.
"Ye Xiaofan, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely kill you." At this mont, Yunmo Yue was no longer the renowned Chosen One of the Demonic Dao Sects, but rather seed like an imnsely wronged, helpless young woman, evoking waves of pity upon sight.
However, those aggrieved tears only amounted to two drops, for this is a world where the strong reign supre, everyone knows tears cannot protect oneself.
With a slight ripple of Spiritual Power, Yunmo Yue dried the tears at the corner of her eyes, replacing them with endless killing intent, as if her pursuit to kill that person to cleanse her disgrace had beco her future goal, surpassing her sister, or proving herself, seemingly no longer mattered.
anwhile.
Aboard the Ark.
Ye Xiaofan stood silently at the back of the ark, watching that graceful figure from afar. The innurable Demonic Cultivators couldn’t see those two tears, but he captured them from afar.
In fact, not only Ye Xiaofan captured it, Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen also saw it clearly.
However, what the two saw seed different from what Ye Xiaofan saw.
Mo Shiyi swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, "Junior Brother Ye, those are indeed crocodile tears."
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