Chapter 305

Of course, we have to let him go. Otherwise, if we kill him with one sword, the demon that has entered his body will take over, and then we won't be able to make him suffer any more.

Moreover, killing him with a single sword strike would be a liberation.

Ji Lingwu begged him to kill her more than once.

"No." A low, husky voice, neither clearly male nor female, rang in Bai Yu's ears. "However..."

Lingwu smiled gently, used her sword to lift Bai Yu's collar, and placed him in the main hall from the corner where he had been hiding.

With his back exposed, Bai Yu's composure vanished, and tears welled up in his eyes.

At this moment, Bai Yuli was vastly different from him more than ten years later, but his temperament had already been formed, and he quickly regained his composure.

When he caught a glimpse of the corpses scattered around him, he struggled to suppress his murderous intent. "But...but what?"

At this moment, Ling Wu had already reached the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, and naturally she could sense the murderous intent that the little brat in front of her, who was not even an ant, had hidden perfectly.

However, Bai Yu's family members were not killed by her, but by the demonic cultivator who is currently cowering in his sea of ​​consciousness, afraid to make a sound.

But it's not the right time to say it, after all, she has to be the person he hates the most, and she's also the one who will save him later.

Only at the end did I realize that the person I hated the most and the person I admired the most were the same person. I wonder if his temperament could withstand it.

Ling Wu's words were tinged with mockery: "However, if you kneel down and kowtow to me ninety-nine times, I might be able to let you go."

Bai Yu's killing intent surged again, but the next moment he knelt down firmly, his forehead slamming heavily onto the blood-stained ground.

If one day he breaks through the void, he will surely make this black-robed man who killed his entire family wish he were dead!

Although Bai Yu had entered the path of cultivation, he had only just begun to draw qi into his body. Moreover, he was only an eight-year-old mortal. Under Ling Wu's pressure, he was bleeding profusely from his head in just a few moves and was on the verge of fainting.

Seeing that he wanted to "slack off," Lingwu's sword landed on his kneeling neck.

"My sword has never severed a head before. Why not use you as the first?" The black-robed man's cold voice was laced with mockery and sarcasm.

Bai Yu endured the humiliation, gritted his teeth, and continued kowtowing silently.

"Alright, you're smart to know what's good for you." The sword moved away from Bai Yu's neck, but then sliced ​​through his back in the next moment.

Bai Yu was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but the man in black robes spoke again in a low voice: "If you stop, I will take it as you giving up your way to life, then go and die."

Upon hearing this, he had no choice but to bite his tongue to regain his senses.

Unfortunately, every time he kowtowed five times or ten times, he would get a cut on his body.

Whether it's the back, the cheek, or the limbs...

When there was nowhere left to land, his Achilles tendon was also severed.

He couldn't hold back any longer and let out a painful "uh," but he quickly clenched his teeth and bit down hard.

He will never yield to "her"!

"We've reached ninety so quickly." The man in black robes said this, but he wasn't surprised; instead, he seemed quite regretful. "It's a pity we only have one last chance left."

Ling Wu paused, casually twirling her longsword before bending down to meet his gaze. "Tell me," she said, "this time, where should my sword fall?"

Lingwu's sword tip pointed at his throat. "Here, one strike to seal his throat."

Bai Yu nearly fainted, but upon hearing this, he regained consciousness, tears of blood welling up in his eyes. "No! You promised me!"

"What did I promise you?" The man in black robes seemed to have forgotten, tilting his head to ask.

But when he met the gaze of the person in front of him and saw the mockery in "her" eyes, his heart surged with anger!

She's lying to him!

"You promised me you'd spare my life!" Bai Yuqiang rallied his spirits.

He only has this one chance! He wants to live! He wants to personally kill his enemy!

"Look at me, my memory's failing me." Ling Wu paused, then created a clone to come from afar to save him. "But this final sword strike cannot be left unavenged, so in that case..."

As she spoke, the sword in her hand pointed at his spiritual root.

"No—" Bai Yu could no longer maintain his composure and roared loudly.

If the spiritual root is destroyed, there will be no chance for revenge!

The spirit sword met the flesh without any resistance and pierced in easily.

"No! Please..." Bai Yu's eyes were filled with pain, and the spiritual energy that had just been drawn into his body was slowly dissipating.

He prayed, "Save me." If anyone could save him, he would give everything he had to repay them!

Please...

In the distance, atop a long sword, a woman in a light blue silk dress had ribbons fluttering in the wind around her waist.

A single icy blue mark adorned her forehead, and with a flicker of her gaze, the longsword fell at her command.

Just as the man in black robes was about to spin his sword at Bai Yu's spiritual root and shatter it.

The clone, dressed in a light blue silk dress, threw a long sword from its hand, aiming straight for the face of the man in black robes!

Seemingly left with no other choice, the man in black robes had to abandon his plan to destroy Bai Yu's spiritual root.

Leaving him a sliver of hope is to make him suffer even more in the future.

The man in the black robe and the woman in the silk skirt met each other's eyes, and a similar smile flashed across their faces.

The two Lingwu exchanged a knowing smile when Bai Yu couldn't see them, and then began to fight fiercely.

The air was filled with the fluctuations of spiritual energy, and as the powerful figures fought, the clouds on the horizon changed, soon becoming dark and dense.

Thunderclouds gathered, and the ground beneath the sky began to tremble, as if it could not withstand the battle between two high-level experts!

Bai Yu covered his wound, and at this moment he was somewhat grateful that the man in black robes had only severed his Achilles tendon, leaving him with his two intact hands so that he could cover his wound.

He tried his best not to faint, looking up at the two people in the sky, but whether it was because they were far away or what, he could only see two blurry figures entangled.

But he could clearly sense that the entire sky was undergoing a dramatic change due to the fight between the two.

A powerful person can stir up the winds and clouds with a casual sword strike; he is not even an ant in front of them.

After a long time, just as he was about to faint, a light blue skirt suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a blue anklet adorned her bare ankles, making her skin appear as white as snow.

After the two clones merged into one, they transformed into Ling Wu, dressed in a light blue dress.

She bent down and put a pill into Bai Yu's mouth.

Bai Yu's vision was blurry; he could only hear the incredibly cold yet pleasant voice of the person beside him: "You are destined to be with me. Would you like to return to the sect with me?"

Because the man in black robes kept referring to himself as "the true self," Bai Yu would tremble in his heart whenever Ling Wu said "the true self," even if he couldn't see clearly.

But he had no doubts, after all, he had just witnessed the scene with his own eyes, and the two were clearly not the same person.

He tried hard to see clearly, but the more he tried, the less he could see, until finally all he could see was emptiness.

He can't see anything anymore!

Bai Yu froze instantly, his eyes empty and confused, his voice hoarse and unable to speak, "I..."

"If you are unwilling, then I will leave you some money."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Bai Yu sensed that she was about to leave.

He desperately clung to the fluttering hem of her skirt, as if she were his only salvation.

"This disciple is willing!"

Ling Wu met his empty gaze, raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. When she found that he still did not react, she curled the corners of her lips.

"From now on, you will be an outer disciple of my Tianyi Sect."

A disciple who had half of his spiritual root shattered, yet managed to become an outer disciple by climbing the ranks of a peak master.