Translator: Cinder Translations
The bulbous-nosed man continuously urged his flying sword to slash, resisting the attacks of the Soul-Splitting Blade, and saved Yan Yiwen.
He hovered beside Yan Yiwen, his expression serious.
"This person is hiding his cultivation level; he should also be a peak Foundation Establishnt cultivator. Moreover, the thunder law he is using is incredibly powerful and continuous. Even if we all join forces, we may not be his match."
"Miss, let's retreat."
Through the translucent white shield, Yan Yiwen's gaze was like a sharp poisonous thorn, piercing toward Song Wen.
"Retreat? You actually want to retreat! I've sacrificed so much to take revenge for my clan."
"My purity as a woman! Even my life! These things have not belonged to since the mont I joined the Nine Palaces Sect."
"I've waited nearly thirty years, and my enemy is right before , yet you want to retreat."
Yan Yiwen's face was filled with unwillingness and rage.
Her expression twisted, resembling madness.
"Miss, if we preserve the green mountains, we need not fear the lack of firewood. Since we already know the true identity of our enemy, as long as we survive and return to the sect, we can ask the Supre Elder to take action. A re peak Foundation Establishnt cultivator is not a problem."
Yan Yiwen gritted her teeth, her eyes ablaze, and after a mont of silence, out a word.
finally spat
"Go!"
The bulbous-nosed man's face brightened, and he shouted to the other two.
"The enemy is powerful! Brothers, retreat!"
After speaking, he summoned a shield to protect himself.
At that mont, the flying sword shot out.
It swept past the two trapped disciples.
The sword light flashed by.
Layers of wandering electricity were cut through by the flying sword, creating a passage.
"Want to leave? Too late! From this day on, this canyon will be your burial ground."
Song Wen's voice was as cold as ice.
Above the canyon, three dark figures suddenly appeared, crashing down.
The bulbous-nosed man looked up at the sky, his face changing dramatically.
"Not good, it's a corpse puppet! Run!"
He raised his leg and kicked at the white shield.
Yan Yiwen shot out like a cannonball, evading the three dark figures in the sky, flying out.
At that mont, the bulbous-nosed man turned and ran, chasing after Yan Yiwen.
The other two trapped male cultivators followed the bulbous-nosed man to break out of the passage.
Before the two could activate their escape light, the three corpse puppets had arrived.
The silver corpse faced one of them alone.
The two copper corpses worked together to block another.
Just as the bulbous-nosed man had fled a short distance, he saw Yan Yiwen, whom he had
kicked away, returning rapidly and plunging into the depths of the canyon.
In the sky, a towering ghostly figure appeared at so unknown ti.
The ghostly figure held a giant sword in its hand.
Just now, the ghostly figure had used the giant sword to strike Yan Yiwen back.
The ghostly figure flashed and swept past the bulbous-nosed man.
"I told you, none of you can escape!"
Song Wen closed in, and the Soul-Splitting Blade struck out again, aiming directly at Yan Yiwen.
The white shield around Yan Yiwen reminded Song Wen of the shield that Wu Sui had when they entered the Blood withered secret realm.
Wu Sui's shield was ford from a spell left behind by Wu Ren.
Yan Yiwen's shield was similarly so.
However, Yan Yiwen's shield was even more solid, at least ten tis stronger than Wu Sui's.
Behind Yan Yiwen, there must be a powerful backing, far stronger than Wu Ren in the mid- golden core stage.
Therefore, Yan Yiwen must die; otherwise, it would lead to endless trouble.
Her white shield was ford from an external source of magical power.
Although it appeared indestructible, it was ultimately a source-less water. Under constant
attacks, this magical power would gradually deplete, and there would eventually co a
mont when it would be exhausted.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The Soul-Splitting Blade struck continuously against the white shield, like a fierce wind and torrential rain, or raging waves crashing against the shore.
The onslaught was relentless, each wave stronger than the last.
The sharp blade, like a biting cold wind, continuously sliced through the white shield.
It was impossible to know how many tis the Soul-Splitting Blade had struck-perhaps hundreds or even thousands of tis.
Song Wen felt that the spiritual energy within him had been depleted by more than half.
The white shield suddenly beca dim and unclear.
The Soul-Splitting Blade struck out once more.
With a loud roar, the white shield suddenly shattered, turning into countless specks of light
that scattered into the air.
Yan Yiwen's figure erged.
Although the white shield had protected Yan Yiwen from the Soul-Splitting Blade, it could
not withstand the shockwaves from the continuous impacts.
At this mont, her hair was disheveled, blood was at the corner of her mouth, and her
internal organs were severely displaced, showing that she had suffered serious internal
injuries.
Yan Yiwen's gaze was filled with hatred as she stared intensely at Song Wen.
"Ji Yin, you can't kill . On the contrary, you will definitely die at my hands."
In her hand, a silver talisman suddenly appeared.
As she infused it with spiritual energy, cracks appeared on the talisman, bursting forth with
dazzling silver light.
Under the illumination of the silver light, Yan Yiwen's figure gradually beca illusory.
After the Soul-Splitting Blade shattered the shield, it was knocked back by the force.
Under Song Wen's control, the cold gleam flashed.
The Soul-Splitting Blade pierced through Yan Yiwen's figure, but not a single drop of blood
spilled out.
Yan Yiwen's figure gradually disintegrated, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, Song Wen's expression darkened.
He hadn't expected that Yan Yiwen had escaped.
What kind of treasure was that silver talisman, allowing Yan Yiwen to teleport away?
Song Wen pondered in his heart.
At that mont, he flashed to a large rock at the bottom of the canyon.
The three peak Foundation Establishnt male cultivators had been captured by the ghost
king and the three corpse puppets.
They lay on the large rock, barely alive.
Song Wen perford a soul-searching technique, probing each of the three n's souls.
After completing the soul search on the three, Song Wen integrated the fragnted mories
he obtained from them, gaining a general understanding of the situation.
The Yan clan was exterminated, and after Yan Yiwen fled to the Nine Palaces Sect, she was
noticed by a Supre Elder of the sect and taken as a disciple.
This Supre Elder, nad Tai He, was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
After accepting Yan Yiwen as his disciple, he cared for her deeply, providing her with
everything.
Techniques, elixirs, magical artifacts, all were supplied in abundance.
Yan Yiwen's cultivation quickly rose, and within a few years, she broke through to the
Foundation Establishnt stage.
At first, Yan Yiwen thought she had simply encountered a good fortune in finding a good
teacher.
However, as ti passed, she gradually discovered so troubling aspects.
Due to her beauty, she began attracting many admirers.
But those suitors, regardless of their status, were all turned away by Master Tai He, and so
even disappeared mysteriously.
It wasn't until one day when the sect leader's son ca to express his affection.
Yan Yiwen was deeply embroiled in the hatred of her family's destruction. Eager to establish
her own power and strengthen herself so that one day she could take revenge on the Corpse
Demon Sect and 'Ji Yin.'
The sect leader's son was undoubtedly an excellent choice for an alliance; leveraging his
influence could greatly expand her power within the Nine Palaces Sect.
However, this sect leader's son was killed on the spot by Tai He.
(End of the Chapter)
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