Chapter 407: Chapter 407

407: Chapter 394: Blood Coffin and Head 407: Chapter 394: Blood Coffin and Head Baili An glanced at her indifferently and poked her in the chest, “You’re dead, and I believe Ning Feiyan won’t shed a single tear for you.

A useful knife should display its sharpness and value with all its might, shouldn’t it?”

“Help me rescue Fang Geyu, and I will let you go back.

You can still be her knife, her assassin, rather than die worthlessly in some corner unknown to your master.”

Hong Zhuang lost her ability to speak and said nothing more.

Baili An sat cross-legged on the ground and said, “We can have a good talk.”

Hong Zhuang found him somewhat laughable, “You won’t negotiate terms with my master, yet you’ll negotiate with me, a prisoner at your feet?”

“Do you really think she can accomplish the goal of this journey?”

Hong Zhuang boasted proudly, “She is the smartest person in the entire world.

Anything she plans to achieve will surely be accomplished.

She is the only one personally chosen by the Young Lord to be here, and she is the one the Young Lord trusts and relies on the most.

If you say she can’t complete this mission, then no one in the world can.”

Her words were filled with unhidden admiration and adoration.

“Unfortunately, as long as I disagree, everything she has planned will be a waste of effort,” Baili An said indifferently.

The jade-green water shimmered with a mysterious light, and a heavy Blood Coffin was released.

He cut open his palm and pressed it onto the surface of the coffin.

This time, instead of drawing his blood, the Blood Coffin began to melt.

The melting happened at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of blood.

A woman in a black dress with long hair lay quietly in the pool of blood.

A head dyed in blood rolled out, her long green hair draped over her enchanting and beautiful face, and on her forehead was a golden remnant mark.

The beautiful head slowly opened its eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air.

When those eyes filled with wickedness reflected the figure of Baili An, she smiled and said, “So the key to Si Li’s fall is right here.”

Seeing the familiar mark, Hong Zhuang’s body shook, and she cried out in disbelief, “How is this possible?”

Baili An bent down to pick up the Demon Lord’s head.

The blood dripping from the loose black hair dyed his hem with specks of crimson.

The Female Demon Lord lazily moved her eyes, looking at Hong Zhuang with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, saying nonchalantly, “Oh?

There’s a little Enchanting Demon here.”

Hong Zhuang immediately turned over and knelt in worship, her voice trembling with excitement, “Your subordinate pays respects to the Demon Lord?!”

Her heart was in complete turmoil.

With a slight smile, the Female Demon Lord’s lips formed a thin arc, and her eyes, dark as if capable of Devouring any light that fell into them, were filled with a subtle mix of charm and indifference, “It seems that in the Demon World, there are still children who recognize me as their master.”

“Letting you out wasn’t for a reunion,” the Demon Lord, mysterious only a moment before, now had her cheeks pinched by a hand, the snow-white flesh distorting like dough.

Her deep and dignified presence dissipated instantly before her subordinate.

“Impudence!” Hong Zhuang’s eyes went round with shock, she gritted her teeth and exclaimed, “How dare you act so disrespectfully and defile the Demon Lord’s noble appearance!

Take your filthy paws off her this instant!”

Baili An’s face remained expressionless as he withdrew his hand, then seriously tossed the Demon Lord’s head up like a ball, with an air of untouchability.

The infuriated Hong Zhuang’s face turned ashen.

If it weren’t for the control of the demonic energy, she would have pounced on him and torn him to shreds.

Apart from anger, Hong Zhuang felt a deep-seated panic and unease.

The Bronze Gate was a supremely dangerous Forbidden Land, and Ning Feiyan had staked everything on coming here to resurrect the Demon Lord.

Everything had gone smoothly so far, but who could have predicted that the crucial head of the Demon Lord would end up in this man’s hands?

And now he was planning to walk a suicidal path in search of the perilous great serpent, carrying the Demon Lord’s head with him…

Even if Ning Feiyan overcame various perilous obstacles and successfully found the Demon Lord’s body, it would still be a futile effort.

Hong Zhuang’s gaze flickered as she slowly retracted the malevolence in her eyes.

As the Female Demon Lord was shaken until she was dizzy and about to vomit, Baili An finally spared her.

He asked softly, “Were you Summoning me thirteen days ago to find your head?”

The Female Demon Lord, dizzy from being spun around, answered weakly, “Yes.”

“So it was Sister Si Li who succeeded in entering the Red Flame Quicksand Land and brought you here?”

Baili An frowned, “Why were you able to enter dreams and summon us?”

The Female Demon Lord revealed a strange smile, “Because a thousand years ago, I personally destroyed one of the eight shackles sealing Jiang Chen, and I brought his slumbering body back to the Demon Cave.

The Corpse Demon Clan owes me a great favor, and whenever I wish, I can summon a Corpse Demon of the Royal Family to do one thing for me.”

Baili An looked at Si Li, who was still pale and sleeping, with a shocking and soul-piercing wound torn across his chest.

Just one glance at the Ancient Sword, which was deeply embedded in her body and was siphoning away her life, caused him pain.

When Baili An first saw Si Li, it was on Kongcang Mountain.

At that time, Si Li was a formidable presence, radiant with sharpness—the first time he ever felt that a woman could also rule the world.

She was like a blood-red flower blooming amidst the golden armor and iron steeds, the white bones and barren landscape of the battlefield.

Beautiful, cold, peerlessly magnificent, lofty.

Even stained with the scent of bloodshed, she stood unparalleled.

But now, here she was, devoid of any sign of life, lying in a pool of blood, her complexion deathly pale, like a flower drained of water and blood, losing its brilliance, with only fragility and wilt remaining.

The sword was draining her life away.

What kind of sword was it, that even she couldn’t pull it out, could only helplessly watch as it drank her life dry?

Baili An cradled one of her cold hands, devoid of any hint of color, pallid to the point where even the delicate veins were starkly visible, stirring a pang of sympathy in the onlooker.

He glanced at the Female Demon Lord coldly and said, “For that little matter of the Demon Lord, even our elder sister has been dragged into this.

I just don’t know how many people will have to die before all of this ends.”

The Female Demon Lord smirked in a way that was neither affirming nor denying, her enchantingly bewitching appearance barely smiling, yet exuding an indescribable beauty and indifference.

“Running water does not rot, nor does a door-hinge suffer from the worms.

How many people have died?

Rest assured, this is just the beginning.”

Her dark eyes held an age that seemed to gaze through mountains and rivers of time, fixating on Baili An with a serene intensity.

Only upon closer inspection did he realize that her eyes were a lustrous and profound shade of blood-ink, a color so deep that it gave the illusion of a bottomless black.

Baili An’s eyebrows lightly arched as he responded calmly, “From the sound of it, the Demon Lord seems to plan on not being satisfied until she’s stirred up the entire Six Realms and the Mortal World.”

The Female Demon Lord laughed lightly again, her tone laced with a dangerously ambiguous intent, “You are underestimating me, then.

The domains of the Six Realms are too cramped and cannot accommodate the desires of my heart.”