Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1271 - 1271 81 Poison _2

Chapter 1271: Chapter 81 Poison! _2 Chapter 1271: Chapter 81 Poison! _2 Because, if the Abyss clan truly emerged from the ground, it would be a disaster for all life on the surface!

An individual’s pain, compared to the pain of the entire world, really seems so insignificant!

“We will just have to wrong them for a while.”

“Furthermore,”

Peng Wanli coldly said, “If the Abyss clan were to ultimately burst forth from our demon clan’s territory and invade the continent, how could we face the world in the future? Wouldn’t we have lost all face?”

“I’m afraid our ancestors would be so angered they’d climb out of their graves!”

Feng Yin solemnly reminded, “After this matter passes, we must still clear their names.”

“Of course.”

Peng Wanli sighed and said, “Using their lives as a warning to others, naturally, there must be an explanation.”

Feng Yin nodded, then asked, “Elder Peng, that expert from the Abyss who nearly reached the level of Nine Colors, did you exchange any words during the battle?”

“None!”

Peng Wanli bitterly smiled, “That battle sounds complicated, but the actual combat was brief. Both sides were determined to fight to the death, eager to end it quickly. In a life or death struggle, who has time for insults?”

But he understood what Feng Yin meant, hesitated, and then said, “However, I feel he might still understand some of what we say, because… when I cursed at him, he did not utter a word, but his expression was very angry.”

“He emerged with the task of occupying the surface to establish a foothold for his clan below, so he could only fight desperately to the end. I too, had the same duty to guard our land and could not retreat. That battle… continued until his death, none of us took a step back!”

Peng Wanli thought of that battle and couldn’t help but sigh.

His tone was extremely complex.

Feng Yin nodded thoughtfully, “It seems he did understand, but how did he learn our language? They have never come up before.”

Peng Wanli, “… Perhaps it was a resonance of spiritual forces causing an emotional connection?”

While they were talking,

suddenly a loud, impassioned howl rose from the Abyss, shattering the silence and piercing the clouds!

Simultaneously, an exceptionally powerful spiritual force surged skyward.

Creating a massive mushroom cloud visible to the naked eye in mid-air.

Seeing this, Peng Wanli was shocked, “Another master has come! This one’s abilities might not be inferior to the one I previously killed.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Yin was completely calm, totally composed, “If that’s the case, Feng Ying can handle him easily!”

Peng Wanli immediately felt offended.

What does that mean?

He clearly heard a tone of condescension, and there was evidence, but he could only suffer internally without a word!

Because… he couldn’t beat him anymore.

He really wished he could turn back time.

Both focused their sharp gazes as a plume of smoke churned upward, and a slender figure came into view.

Dressed in a black leather robe—though it appeared black, it was in fact very clean with delicate patterns, a golden hoop on his head, and a cold, gleaming long sword in his hand.

The cold gleaming sword cut through the clouds as it emerged; with a crisp sound, it shattered the wind blades released by Feng Ying. The sword’s momentum remained unabated as it pierced through the air, thrusting straight at Feng Ying like thunder.

Feng Ying snorted lightly, spun her body in the air, and reached behind her back.

She suddenly held a pitch-black whip in her hand!

It was Wind Poison… erm, a little snake.

At that moment, Wind Poison wore a confounded expression, yet she still had to cooperate with her elder sister, closing her eyes as her scales stood up, locking up all life force. She was truly being swung around in the air like a whip.

The elder sister could make her body longer as needed.

When she said shorter, she immediately became somewhat shorter.

Her whole cultivation was used to protect her body.

With a flick of Feng Ying’s hand, the whip extended dozens of meters in length with a whoosh, covering the opponent’s face aggressively and forcefully whipping downward!

“Take this!”

Feng Ying’s voice was babyish, “Witness my life-taking whip!”

The robed man let out a mocking cold laugh, his long sword’s green light flickered, clearly exerting full force, he counterattacked with a reverse slash!

How could he miss the arrogance in Feng Ying’s action? But he was pleased to see it and took no chances, putting in his full effort, hoping to struggle against his opponent by exploiting her underestimation.

Clearly, the man in the robe knew the big white cat above was one of the most formidable opponents he had ever met.

Just to maintain a no-loss status was already quite an achievement; victory was an extravagant hope, chances were slim.

Thus, with this sword, he exerted all his might, aiming only for one thing: to destroy that whip!

Buying time.

In an instant, the sword and the long whip made contact.

But the robed man was startled when he realized, at the moment of collision, there was not the slightest feeling of impact.

This was different from the usual nuanced handling of force—the feeling was as if they hadn’t touched at all, or perhaps that the black whip was alive, completely avoiding his sword, rendering all his applied force void!

How could that be?

Hmm, that black long whip… no, the hand that should be holding that whip had actually let go, and the whip whooshed and twined around his sword, even lazily wrapping around the blade a couple of times.

Swinging over.

How could such a master let his sword strike the whip out of his hand?