doitstory Chapter 1129 - 611: How Much Is It Worth?
Chapter 1129 - 611: How Much Is It Worth?
Finally, despair appeared in Fairy Han Qiong’s eyes. This person doesn’t even intend to spare her sect, how could he let her leave easily? She didn’t know whether this person was boasting or truly had the ability to do it, but that was for after her death.
Just in the moment of her hesitation, Changtian had already impatiently said, "Name?" A surge of anger welled up within him without a place to vent it. If that female junior master were still alive, Changtian would have extracted her soul and tortured it with Divine Fire, making her taste the utmost pain of the Mortal World. Unfortunately, this grudge had already been avenged by Ning Xiaoxian, all he could do now was implicate others to alleviate his hatred.
Fairy Han Qiong looked back at the two disciples trembling while hugging each other and said hoarsely, "This matter is unrelated to them, could you...?"
Before she finished her words, a tiny red dot appeared between her eyebrows.
Her expression froze permanently.
This was Changtian’s frequently used Divine Skill "Slaying God Finger", but now the sword was used in place of a finger. Don’t underestimate this red dot, which wasn’t much bigger than a needle tip, even blood couldn’t flow out, yet under the sword might of the Nanming Lihuo Sword, Fairy Han Qiong’s Primordial Spirit and body were pierced through in one go, her soul dissipated, and she ceased to exist in the world.
"Noisy." Changtian finally said casually, "I’ve said before, from top to bottom, everyone in Jiuxiao Sect will die, not just them, but even a pig or mosquito within the sect won’t survive."
This man was so handsome, yet his ways were extremely ruthless. Even the master was killed in one stroke, Yu Yingnan and Senior Sister Zhen knew their chances of survival were nonexistent, but their fear was too great for them to speak.
A Hidden Guard stepped forward behind Changtian, slicing the sword across Senior Sister Zhen’s throat. This woman clutched her throat wound, gasping but unable to speak, slowly collapsing. The warm bloody splashed onto Yu Yingnan’s face, turning her vision white.
She was about to die, facing such formidable opponents, how was she any different from an ant? Yu Yingnan’s face turned pale as she hopelessly closed her eyes, just waiting for her end.
Sure enough, before the blood on the Hidden Guard’s sword drained, it was already aimed at her!
She suddenly heard Changtian’s voice, "Wait!"
The section of the treasure sword emitting cold light stopped at her throat. The coldness from the sword penetrated her tender skin, causing goosebumps.
Changtian’s gaze swept over Yu Yingnan, then looked at her severed wrist wound and abruptly said, "Enough, let her go, if she can survive, it’s her luck."
The Hidden Guards looked at each other, amazed! Would Lord Changtian actually show mercy? His words were like a Death Exemption Token for Yu Yingnan, sparing her from dying when everyone else would bloodwash Jiuxiao Sect.
"When grabbing the sword, Xiao Xian was most reluctant to harm Yu Yingnan...I do not want to defy her last wish." Changtian said indifferently, "Let’s go. We’re going to find an old friend and rekindle old times!" His words were chilling, and the last few words were practically squeezed between his teeth.
At this time, a faint thread of black gas emerged from Fairy Han Qiong’s chest. The moonlight was not bright now; this bit of black gas under the night cover was almost too hidden, moving swiftly along the ground, heading toward Changtian’s shadow.
As soon as it got close, Changtian sensed it, frowned, and suddenly turned a sword, actually picking the wisp of black gas off the ground! This black gas tried to escape but couldn’t evade.
The high temperature of the Nanming Lihuo Sword, which ordinary cultivators couldn’t withstand, roasted the black gas, which then let out two chirps and turned into a wisp of ash, truly disappearing. Its dying sounds felt akin to the squeal of a mouse pricked by a toothpick, filled with sinister resentment.
Changtian sneered, "This woman had many tricks; no wonder she refused to commit suicide and insisted on me killing her. Turns out it wasn’t stubbornness, but a ploy to curse me." Fairy Han Qiong had acquired some Secret Technique from somewhere, enabling her to cast a horrendously toxic curse on those who killed her, but alas, her cultivation wasn’t deep enough, still, it was discovered by Changtian.
"Let’s go." He shook his head lightly. Women, one after another, why do they all like playing these tricks? Changtian turned around, no longer fixing his gaze on the two corpses on the ground, "Let’s go."
The demon crowd of Hidden Stream hurriedly followed.