Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 134 - 134 134 So It's a Corpse Demon

134: Chapter 134: So It’s a Corpse Demon 134: Chapter 134: So It’s a Corpse Demon The ancient bell subdued her, devoid of any intent to kill, merely confining her on the spot.

Su Jing, clad in white, fluttered like an immortal descending amidst wind and snow.

Confronting the gigantic bell that could crush a mountain, her slender eyes narrowed into a sharp line, cold as a sword.

Her elegant and cool palm seemed to casually slap out.

Immediately, the old man and the bell were sent flying backward by the dull tolling sound, crashing viciously into the mountain’s stone face, creating a massive indent.

The elderly man was pressed firmly into the wall by the enormous bell, his white hair splayed out, continuously spitting blood, his whole aura in disarray like scattered fluff.

Despair filled the depths of his eyes.

He had anticipated that Su Jing was formidable, but he never imagined she would be strong enough that he couldn’t even withstand a single palm strike.

Even though that young man had many tactics, it seemed he, too, could hardly guarantee Jiujiu’s safety.

Moreover, throughout, the Emotion Slayer sword at her waist had never been drawn!

Su Jing stood suspended in the air, her hairpin and ribbons fluttering with the breeze, her aura still proudly celestial.

Yet, the right wrist that had casually repelled the old man and the bell now had its broad, white sleeve unknowingly shattered into pieces, fluttering like tattered butterflies in the wind.

Her slender fingers momentarily drew a line, the blood that emerged sparkled like gemstones in the wind.

She seemed subconsciously to gather her sleeves, her gaze still tranquil.

Her eyes, cold as ice and snow, stared at the nine stately unicorns with their bodies radiating a serene light like a quiet night lake, their nine calm yet firm gazes meeting hers without yielding.

She looked at the nine divine beasts, rare in this Mortal World, Four Seas, and Eight Desolates; this might be the only purebred group of unicorns.

She slowly extended her hand towards the nine unicorns, a faint gleam forming in her palm.

Though the light was faint, it made the unicorns deeply uneasy; even the clouds they trotted on seemed restless.

Yet they still did not retreat.

Fang Geyu was extremely anxious, although these nine divine beasts usually served merely to pull her carriage, they had grown up alongside her, breeding deep affections.

She assumed that Su Jing would show some deference for Shifang City’s reputation, given that unicorns were rare divine beasts, and thus she might yield a bit.

Little did she expect the strike to be so decisive.

She immediately shouted out loud, “These are Shifang City’s divine unicorns, only nine exist in the world!

If you kill them, Shifang City will have to sever ties with your Taixuan Sect.”

Although Shifang City wouldn’t sever ties over minor skirmishes of children, if Fang Geyu decided to break the ties with Taixuan Sect, no one in Shifang City would stop her.

And all knew, the unicorns were her personal mounts.

As expected, as Fang Geyu’s eyes gradually relaxed, Su Jing dissolved the glow beneath her palm, lowering her arm.

However, before Fang Geyu could breathe a sigh of relief…

Su Jing slowly closed her eyes and when she reopened them, they contained a bone-chilling, snow-like murderous intent.

The directness of this intent eradicated the last vestiges of patience in her eyes.

“You have many techniques,” she said slowly.

Her gaze swept down the three individuals atop the mountain, finally resting on Baili An, who was kneeling and guarding Li Jiujiu.

Her eyes momentarily glanced at his blood-stained, broken palm, and his ragged sleeve, devoid of any emotion of admiration for his heroic act.

Her eyes slightly narrowed, her voice remaining clear and cold without any trace of emotion.

“You are impressive, to arrange such an ambush with your first-grade cultivation of the Open Yuan Realm.

I believe, after I deal with them, you still have many techniques to stop me.”

Baili An revealed a blood-soaked smile, indeed candid.

“Indeed, I have some techniques left, and you might get hurt, Li Jiujiu might indeed die by your hand, but such an outcome is no good for both parties.

So, could you please leave now?”

A pair of icy-cold eyes stared deeply at him.

“What do you think?”

Baili An, feeling a chill all over, had a sense of being stared at by the Abyss.

Smiling resignedly, he said, “Then please continue, young lady.”

“But I don’t have the patience anymore to see your various techniques.”

She lowered her eyelids, slowly raised her slender, slightly cold hand, and removed the half-broken mask covering her face.

Wen Hanwei’s expression turned extremely complex.

How to describe the face beneath the mask?

Unhealthily pale from not seeing sunlight, exquisite like a painting, frost-like and jade-like, yet devoid of emotions.

Her beauty was cold as if sculpted from ice and snow, lacking the seven emotions and six desires.

Yet, beneath that beautiful façade and slender figure, perhaps it was Baili An’s illusion, but he seemed to see a lonely soul.

Seeing her carefully tuck the mask inside, her voice suddenly became ethereal: “If you insist on protecting her, then I shall kill you first.”

The chilly trail of her voice hadn’t even dispersed in the air when the sound of a sword being drawn echoed.

Emotion Slayer unsheathed!

The energy in the sky and earth chaotically surged!

The skies and twilight seemed to appear and vanish simultaneously behind the woman.

The nine unicorns didn’t even have time to let out a mournful cry.

Their abdomens were sliced open with a huge incision, blood gushing like rain, nine pure white figures plummeting together.

As the sword light shone in Fang Geyu’s eyes, she overheard Su Jing’s voice smoothly passing by her ear: “How about you, Miss Fang of Shifang City?

Can I not kill you too?”

Then a chill at her neck, a shallow line of blood opened up, a trickle of fresh blood meandered down.

It wasn’t painful, because the sword was quick.

And not fatal, just a warning, being very shallow.

As she turned back with a pale face, the burning bloodlight reflected in her eyes, she felt chillingly cold, as if plunged into an icy lake.

Li Jiujiu, who was supposed to receive the fatal blow, was pushed away by Baili An; the tip of the Emotion Slayer Sword fully buried in his chest.

The spraying blood hissed fiercely under the force of the sword energy.

Baili An’s pale face turned frightful, barely holding onto the umbrella.

The burning blood splattered massively, staining much of the inner surface of the umbrella, quickly incinerated by the sword energy.

He felt the pain of this strike was overwhelmingly, not just physically, but this strike nearly pierced and heavily damaged his soul.

Naturally tolerant of pain, his lips uncontrollably quivered.

This Emotion Slayer Sword seemed forged from the upright Primordial Power of the universe, carrying the essence of heaven and earth, capable of chopping not just emotions but acting as a fatal nemesis to any Yin ghost or evil spirits.

Seeing this strike nearly igniting all the blood inside Baili An, Su Jing slightly raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

But the surprise lasted only a moment, soon realizing the truth, her thin lips curled with a hint of sarcasm: “So you are a corpse demon.”