Chapter 36
A figure slowly stepped out from the gray vortex.
The hem of the visitor's clothes was rustling in the air current stirred by the vortex, and the crisscrossing bloodstains on them were faintly visible in the scarlet mist. His figure was still a little staggering, and his shoulders under his clothes were slightly heaving, as if he was seriously injured, and every breath was accompanied by a suppressed muffled sound.
But the moment he stepped out of the vortex, the cold aura emanating from his body was like the sudden arrival of winter, instantly overshadowing Shi Wanglan's own bloody odor.
The person who came was Yan Bujian.
He crushed the poisonous residue of the sleeve arrow with his fingertips, raised his eyes and looked at Li Jue, with a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes.
Li Jue was startled at first, but once he saw who it was, his face was instantly filled with undisguised contempt and disdain. He then sneered, "I was wondering who it was, but it turns out to be you, a lowly medicine slave! What? You're still thinking about what I said and trying to crawl over here to beg for food?"
Yan Buyan pretended not to hear anything, his face still as calm as a deep pool. He then took a step forward, one step at a time, and walked towards Li Jue.
The steps were steady, yet carried with them a sense of oppression like a mountain collapsing.
Li Jue saw this scene and felt a silent provocation from this person. His anger suddenly rose: "You lowly slave, you're looking for death!"
He shouted angrily, and casually condensed a dark golden spiritual power and slashed towards Yan Bujian!
——However, Yan Bujian only slightly turned his body, and the sharp spiritual blade brushed past the corner of his clothes, hit the ground behind him, and blasted a small hole.
"What?" Li Jue didn't expect that the attack would miss. His pupils shrank slightly and he was about to attack again - but the next second, he saw Yan Bujian's speed suddenly burst out and rushed in front of him like a ghost!
In a hurry, he could only draw his sword to meet the attack, and the two of them immediately engaged in a battle.
The sound of metal clashing was endless, but Li Jue became more and more frightened as the fight went on: although this medicine man was unarmed, the power contained in his fists was extremely powerful. Every collision made his palms numb and he retreated repeatedly!
What shocked him even more was that only after he got close did he feel the spiritual pressure emanating from the other person's body.
"Late Jindan stage?! You're also a Jindan..." Li Jue exclaimed in shock, his heart pounding beyond words - what secrets does this Boyeng Sect hold? How come Lin Yibai broke through two realms after just a few days of not seeing him, and now this randomly picked medicine man has reached the Jindan stage!?
But before he could finish his words, Yan Bujian found a flaw in a split second, and his left leg swept out like a steel whip, smashing down heavily on his chest with a tremendous force!
"Puff!" Li Jue was hit hard and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, hitting a dead tree behind him heavily. He spit out a mouthful of blood and felt as if his internal organs had shifted. The sword in his hand flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.
Severe pain and humiliation instantly overwhelmed him. He struggled to get up, but found that his ribs were broken and his spiritual power was disordered. He was already at the end of his strength.
His eyes were full of disbelief: he was forced into such a desperate situation by a drug slave whom he regarded as an ant?
...No, absolutely not!
"Good...very good!" Li Jue's eyes were bloodshot, completely consumed by madness and hatred. He roared, "I wanted to save this trick for that bitch Su Ruo, but I never thought that you, a lowly slave, could force this young master into such a desperate situation—"
After he finished speaking, he forcibly suppressed the surging blood and energy, and formed seals with his hands with difficulty. The remaining dark golden spiritual power in his body surged wildly, and actually attracted all the spiritual energy of the world here at this moment!
Lin Yibai, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but be shocked: In just an instant, the originally thin water vapor around him instantly condensed more than ten thousand times!
This person still has a backup plan?!
“——Cangming Water-Splitting Art!”
As Li Jue finished his words, countless translucent water blades condensed out of thin air. They were as thin as cicada wings, and the blades flashed with dangerous cold light. They shot towards Yan Bujian like a rainstorm!
Yan Bujian concentrated his mind, emitting a surge of spiritual energy from his body, and shook the water blades. When the water blades collided with the sword energy, they made several loud noises and shattered into water droplets all around him.
But when Li Jue saw this, a sinister arc appeared on his lips——
The next moment, the shattered water droplets not only did not disperse, but instead quickly reorganized in the air, turning into finer and sharper water needles, which continued to move forward, forming a siege, and attacked Yan Bujian's vital points even faster!
This move was incredibly strange and unavoidable. Yan Bujian was unable to dodge it, and with a few "puffs" (poofs), several water needles pierced his shoulders and arms. Blood immediately gushed out, and a strange, cold force penetrated his meridians through the wounds.
He groaned, unable to hold on any longer, and slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Hmph, it's good fortune for a drug slave like you to die under the unique secret technique of my Wangjiang Tower!" Li Jue snorted coldly, enduring the severe pain that felt like his whole body was being torn apart. He struggled to get up, picked up the sword that fell to the side, and walked step by step towards the fallen Yan Bujian, ready to finish him off first, and then deal with Lin Yibai who was standing beside him.
He walked up to the kneeling boy, raised his sword high, murderous intent in his eyes, and chopped down at his neck!
——But at this moment, something strange happened!
The young man under him, who seemed to have no power to resist, suddenly had a cold light in his eyes.
The next moment, the blood-red sword mark at the corner of his eye suddenly flashed - the sword in Li Jue's hand shook violently, as if it had been threatened by some terrible threat, and it trembled violently at this moment - then, in his dazed eyes, the sword turned its blade by itself in the middle of being swung, and with lightning speed, it slashed towards his neck!
"puff--!"
Warm blood spurted out and spilled all over the ground.
"Clang!" The sword fell to the ground immediately.
Li Jue stumbled backwards, clutching his hands tightly at his neck, which was gushing blood. His eyes were filled with extreme shock and disbelief. His throat gurgled as it filled with surging blood, and he uttered a hoarse, broken voice: "How...how...can you control...my sword?!"
Yan didn't see it but didn't answer.
He slowly lifted his bloodstained body, his movements tinged with an almost elegant coldness. The wounds on his shoulders and arms were still oozing blood, and the cold energy was raging through his meridians, yet he seemed oblivious.
He leaned forward, his bloodstained fingertips skimming the ground as he grasped the still-warm hilt of the sword. Li Jue's blood flowed along the sword's spine, dripping into the dust.
Then the young man waved his sword casually, and the sword flashed -
The movement was effortless, not even infused with much spiritual energy, yet precise, clean, and swift, leaving only a shadow. The sword's edge split the air, emitting a slight but teeth-grinding hiss.
So, what was finally reflected in Li Jue's pupils, which were almost wide open, was only the boy's cold and calm eyebrows, and a cold light that suddenly enlarged and occupied his entire field of vision.
The next moment, there was no earth-shattering roar, only an almost dull, slow sound of a sharp blade cutting through bones and muscles.
The head jerked upward, its face frozen in a look of utter horror, bewilderment, and a deep-seated resentment. It then slipped free from the neck and tumbled to the ground, covered in dust. The headless torso froze for a moment, hot blood gushing from its neck like a fountain before it toppled forward heavily, sending up a cloud of dust.
The world seemed to be suddenly silent, with only the faint sound of blood flowing.
“Boom.”
As the headless body fell to the ground, Yan Bujian finally lost his strength. He supported himself with his sword, half-knelt on the ground, and gasped violently.
Lin Yibai watched from afar as the frail, trembling figure trembled violently. She wanted to approach him, but she didn't dare. Fear and worry intertwined in her heart. But when she noticed his aura growing weaker, as if it would soon die, she finally gritted her teeth, pulled out a bottle of healing elixir from her bosom, and tossed it near him.
"This is a rejuvenation pill that can help stabilize your injuries." She finally mustered up the courage to speak, her voice trembling slightly.
However, Yan Bujian remained motionless, as if he ignored the bottle of pills, and seemed to have run out of strength to even lift a finger.
Lin Yibai couldn't help but be shocked: Could it be that he was injured to such an extent that he couldn't even take the pills himself?
Thinking of this, she no longer cared about her inner fear, and hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down and supported the boy's body that was almost falling down - the place where she touched was warm and wet, and it was all blood!
Her pupils trembled, and she became even more anxious. She stood in front of him worriedly, then hurriedly unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two round pills, and handed them to the boy's pale lips, wanting to feed him.
Yan Bujian raised his head slightly and looked at the face that was so close to him, full of worry and anxiety.
——When she fed the old demon the stone marrow milk in the maze, she also looked so sincere and affectionate.
Then his heart suddenly tightened, as if a poisoned silver needle had pierced into the softest part of his heart without any warning, and then countless cold poisonous thorns exploded and spread into his limbs and bones... This sudden and sharp heartache was so overbearing and fierce that it suppressed the severe pain that was about to tear his flesh and blood!
She is still so hypocritical.
But this time...this time, he won't be fooled again.
Seeing that he had no reaction, Lin Yibai was about to pry open his mouth and force the pill down his throat. But the next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
She lowered her head stiffly and saw that the sword that belonged to Li Jue and fell to the side was now held in Yan Bujian's hand. The tip of the sword had already pierced his heart, and blood was quickly staining his clothes red.
She was still at a loss, and only a broken voice came out of her throat: "You..."
But before she could finish her words, a large stream of blood gushed out of her mouth, interrupting all her words. The light in her eyes quickly dimmed, and then her body fell limply backwards.
Yan Bujian watched her fall indifferently, with no expression on his face. He exerted force on his wrist and was about to pull out the sword.
At this moment, Xiao Mi, who was also stunned by this sudden scene in the distance, finally reacted.
"Bastard!" Xiao Mi's eyes turned red instantly, and she rushed towards Yan Bujian like an enraged beast.
——However, at this moment of chaos, in the distant blood mist, a strange sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.
“Dong…Dong…Dong…Dong…”
When the footsteps first sounded, they were clearly hundreds of feet away, but in the next moment, they appeared in front of the few people as if the distance had shrunk to an inch!
The blood-colored mist churned violently, and soon, a bony giant finger emitting a disgusting fishy smell, covered with dark scales, and nails emitting a dark green poisonous light, first emerged from the mist. Then, a whole terrifying giant hand covered with scales stretched out from it, carrying a suffocating pressure, and grabbed towards Yan Bujian and Lin Yibai!
Lin Yibai's consciousness was almost completely blurred at this time, but she still recognized the owner of those hands in an instant: it was the executioner who had tortured her thousands of times in the illusion.
The devil of delusion.
No matter how she resisted, fate still brought her to her destined end.
...She will die here in the end.
Seeing that both of them were about to fall into the terrifying clutches of the devil, Lin Yibai couldn't help but pull up a miserable smile on his lips.
However, in the split second when the giant palm was about to fall, she somehow summoned the last bit of strength from somewhere, and suddenly struggled to her feet, using all that was left in her body to kick Yan Bujian, who was in front of her and had no way to dodge due to exhaustion, hard to the side!
Yan Bujian was thrown to the side by the sudden kick, and then he looked up suddenly in disbelief.
In the reflection of the suddenly contracted pupils, the girl's figure was completely swallowed up by the huge devil's hand, hidden in the swirling blood-red mist, and disappeared.
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