Chapter 366: Chapter 366

366: Chapter 354: Boring 366: Chapter 354: Boring Ying Xiu’s gaze landed on Baili An’s calmly resting jade hand on his stomach, he suddenly felt dizzy for some reason.

Without any trace, he narrowed his eyes, only to feel that the dim light between heaven and earth had narrowed a bit.

The clear sound of flowing water made his chest bone faintly ache; he felt that at this moment, whatever expression he made would be overly inappropriate—his only choice was to tense his face, expressionless, as if he were indifferent to another small, unrelated matter.

Baili An showed no emotion on his face, but in reality, he was overwhelmed, while both sides of the riverbank fell into a silent understanding.

Baili calmly explained, “This is a misunderstanding.”

Yin Baishuang’s eyes darkened with cynicism, and her intent to kill slowly rose.

Ying Xiu tasted the bitterness in his throat as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

With Su Jing’s bone-chilling and reticent nature, if it really were a misunderstanding, why would he stoop to explain so much to others?

Does explaining mean covering up something?

Yin Baishuang sneered, “This youth has been wounded by the Emotion Slayer, I thought you wanted to put him to death; now it seems, I’ve thought too much.

Had I known this, I should have killed him back in the realm of Ghost Mountain.”

Baili An’s gaze darkened, but before he could say more, there came a splashing sound of water breaking next to him.

Afu Tu leaped from the stream, bursting with fighting spirit and killing intent, hands without sword but carrying an overflowing Sword Intent, thunder and lightning flashing around, spurting out to besiege Yin Baishuang.

“Evil spirit, do not act rashly!” Ying Xiu’s face turned cold, and he boldly drew his sword, the dull Talisman Sword bursting forth with a Purple Extreme Intent that obscured the sun.

A dragon’s roar could be faintly heard.

Sword light shattered countless thunder and lightning Sword Intents, and the heavy sword body emitted the deep and resonant sound of an Ancient Mountain’s giant bell.

Afutu, targeted by the sword tip, gracefully leaped over Ying Xiu’s shoulder with his not-so-sharp and short claws scratching three streaks of blood in the darkness, deeply marking Ying Xiu’s strikingly handsome face with a painfully deep gash.

In the instant the searing pain hit, through the layers of sword fire and thunders, Ying Xiu locked eyes with the rabbit’s cold and ghastly red eyes, filled with a blatant disgust and aversion.

Ying Xiu was suddenly shocked.

He was not unfamiliar with this look.

Because he often caught such a gaze from Yin Baishuang’s eyes.

The face he barely managed to heal after a few days was once again a blur of blood and flesh.

He let out a scream, angrily thrusting his sword in a swift piercing motion, targeting Afutu’s back.

The rabbit lightly tapped with the tip of its foot on the coming sword body and immediately—a mountain’s pressure descended from above, a sea of fire toppled down onto him.

The vicious Talisman Sword in his hand conveyed a surging scorching intent, melting away a layer of flesh from Ying Xiu’s palm, filling the air with the stench of charred flesh.

Yin Baishuang did not even deign to cast a glance at Afu Tu, who had pressed Ying Xiu into such a sorry state.

She gently waved her red sleeve, and a white piece suddenly emerged behind the rabbit, smacking onto its back, and firmly pinned the inexplicably furious rabbit charging at her to the ground.

No matter how the rabbit struggled, it could not get up.

“With such cultivation, you can’t even handle a rabbit, and yet you dare to venture into Ghost Mountain to collect Ghosts?

I think you’d better find a mountaintop to hide and properly cultivate for a thousand or eight hundred years before coming out to show off again.

It would be just fine to bear the name of Central Netherworld’s Crown Prince and bring Central Netherworld a series of embarrassing and disgraceful incidents—”

Her eyes narrowed, and within them, sharp as a frost-coated dead water, she uttered coldly, “Don’t get in my way!”

Ying Xiu covered his cheek, feeling ashamed and terrified momentarily.

He knew there was indeed a gap between her and himself; as one of the three children of the Immortal Path, he started the latest and ranked the last, but he had never truly crossed swords with them these years.

His mother, though strict with him, always praised him generously.

He was confident that this small gap could be bridged once he could subjugate Ghost, the three-thousand-year-old Fierce Ghost, as his subject, surely compensating and surpassing thereafter.

Yet what he did not expect was the very evil spirit that forced him into such disarray was effortlessly subdued by her hand.

Then, Su Jing, who was in the Chengling Realm and firmly outpaced her, how strong must he be?

Ying Xiu, for a moment, did not dare to speculate.

Yin Baishuang stepped on Afu Tu’s head, her gaze coldly observing Su Jing lifting the youth from the river and placing him on the bank, “Why did you come to Ghost Mountain?”

Baili An also wanted to ask why Su Jing would come to this godforsaken place of Ghost Mountain, bringing him such trouble.

He opened his mouth, about ready to speak.

But Yin Baishuang didn’t give him the slightest chance to speak.

From her waist, the Han Zhi Sword unsheathed with a hiss, Sword Qi transformed into a dragon, the vast Mystic Frost Dragon emerged with a hum from the sheath, the entire long river frozen into ice, with storm and rain assaulting, Sword Intent obscure, splitting soul and sealing spirit!

The one who asked the question was her, and she was the one who interrupted his response with her sword as well.

These young ladies coming out of the Immortal Sects, each one seemingly more difficult to serve than the last.

Faced with this murderous sword strike, Baili An was still unable to react; he could utilize the Spiritual Power within Su Jing’s body, but not all of it.

Yin Baishuang was no ordinary woman—her first strike brought immense pressure on him.

Fortunately, the Emotion Slayer Sword was sentient; sensing the impending threat, it automatically unsheathed to protect its master.

Baili An grasped the Emotion Slayer, sword light flipping and flying, Sword Intent turning into fire, hundreds and thousands of the blazing Red Lotus Karma Fire unfolded boundlessly, intensely burning the fog, trapping the Mystic Frost Dragon formed by the Ice Sword Intent within.

Yin Baishuang kept a sneering look on her face, stepping forward on the frozen river, her red dress pressing on the river of ice, brilliant as a raging fire but still unable to dispel the desolate undertone of terminal chill from her presence.

She was like a chillingly beautiful flower blooming at the end of its life, no matter how many heart-stopping vibrant colors decorated the world around her, and even as the dew of heaven and earth nourished her, it could not brighten the ashen desperation already burnt to cinders in the depths of her eyes.

The Mystical Ice Dragon above her head extinguished the Fire Lotus in an instant, leaving no light behind.

Ying Xiu gazed in shock, unable to believe that after forcefully traversing the river with a chess piece and thus excessively consuming Spiritual Power, she could still cast such terrifying Daoist Skills and Divine Skills—his heart slowly sank into an icy ravine.

Even within the same realm, could such a terrifying chasm in the natural order exist?

Yin Baishuang’s eyes flickered with incomprehension, “You’ve become so weak from the injuries that you can’t even withstand one round of my sword movement?”

Baili An cried inwardly, he wasn’t the original owner of this body, and if not for his knowledge of Taixuan Sect’s Secret Technique, he might not even be able to mobilize the Spiritual Power inside his body.

Against women with painted faces and demons, he still had some strength to spare.

But facing Yin Baishuang.

He learned what it meant to be willing in spirit and found lacking in strength.

“Uninteresting,” Yin Baishuang indifferently retracted her gaze.

Baili An saw the ice dragon in the sky stopping, and he felt slightly relieved.

Indeed, after sparring for so many years, if she were to kill Su Jing in such an unsportsmanlike manner, it would undoubtedly leave her feeling regretful and lonely.

The battle between masters should be exhilarating, fought until the depletion of Spiritual Power, until both parties have exhausted their will.

Yin Baishuang retracted the ice dragon, and with the Han Zhi Sword in her hand, her expression was cold and detached, “One-sided torment is indeed uninteresting; after all, with your temperament, you won’t scream nor beg for mercy, very dull.”

She then slightly tilted her head, “However, breaking your bones one by one and listening to those sounds might add a bit of amusement to this dull fight.”

So your idea of being uninterested is this!