Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 149 - 149 148 Your Name

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Wen Hanwei’s eyes were still bright, but no longer as calm and tranquil as before.

Her lips were stained with startling fresh blood, as she suddenly grasped Baili An’s arm and shook her head at him, “It’s useless, this person possesses a power that makes the entire Mortal World tremble in fear.

I am not his match, even if all the Taixuan Nine Classics were gathered here for this battle, I am sure we cannot defeat him.”

Wen Hanwei spoke in a calm yet certain tone, “This way won’t work, today, we will all die.”

The man oh-ed meaningfully, “Is it one of the Taixuan Nine Classics?”

A rampant smile appeared on his face, as if out of boredom, he toyed with his fingers, “I have broken swords, burned scriptures, and destroyed temples, barely a few thousand years have passed, yet a new set of the Taixuan Nine Classics has been assembled.

In that case, your death wouldn’t be too wrongful.

Alright, little girl, why not tell me, with your age and cultivation, which one of the top three Mystical Scriptures of the Taixuan Nine Classics do you master?”

Wen Hanwei’s expression turned solemn, and she firmly planted the Yuxiao Sword on the ground, her voice coldly stated, “Are you underestimating the Taixuan Sect?”

“Oh?

What do you mean by that?” The man crossed his fingers and lazily propped up his chin, chuckling lightly, “I am quite serious about the Taixuan Sect, after all, Su Guanhai is quite an interesting person.”

Hearing him directly mention the Sect Master’s name, a flash of anger passed through Wen Hanwei’s eyes, her voice heavy, “I am the master of the ninth of the Taixuan Nine Classics, the Fan Yin Sword Scripture, Wen Hanwei.”

“Is it the ninth scripture?” The man straightened up unexpectedly, expressing surprise, “Just the ninth scripture and you have such cultivation?

Has the righteous Mortal World really risen to this extent?”

The man’s smile no longer carried coldness but revealed a hint of eager battle pleasure.

He licked his crimson lips, “This is growing more and more intriguing.

Before I break the contract seal, taking you, the master of the ninth Taixuan scripture, as an appetizer seems quite fitting.”

His long pale fingers pointed towards Wen Hanwei from a distance, “If you kneel before me, I can spare your life for now, allowing you to cultivate in the valley, the duration is up to you.

Once you feel confident and strong enough, come challenge me again.

If you defeat me, you are naturally free to leave.”

At that moment, the look in the man’s eyes was that of a superior playing with his prey at his lip’s edge.

Being the master of the ninth Taixuan scripture, she indeed possessed strength not inferior to the top three scriptures of the past.

It was worth his patient wait.

This piqued his interest.

Because this meant that the little girl in front of him had boundless potential for growth.

Killing her now would soothe an itch for slaughter but wouldn’t completely satisfy him.

He enjoyed toying with his prey, biting critically at the prey’s neck while watching its fear-stricken desire to survive, then slowly releasing his teeth, giving it a sliver of hope for survival.

He would collar and chain the prey, nurturing it until it grew even sharper fangs and claws.

Making the prey believe that there was still hope for survival.

Eventually, he would extinguish all hope personally, torturing the prey cruelly and unreservedly, and torturing them to death.

This was one of his rare entertainments during his prolonged, extended life.

Alright, next, let him truly appreciate, the expressions of a supreme Mortal World being facing death can be quite delightful.

His gaze lazily drifted.

Half of Wen Hanwei’s body was soaked red with blood, her breaths heavy with pain, yet her eyes were unusually bright and resolute.

Her sword tip still directed at the man on the throne, without any hesitation or wavering.

Her spine was rigid, as immaculate as a trimmed bamboo, her blood-stained lips moved, “To kneel is to surrender, if I kneel, I have already lost, how can there then be talks of future victories or life and death.”

Today she lost, it was her cultivation that lost.

If she were to kneel, it would mean surrendering her soul as well.

Her sword could be broken, the scripture within her heart could be burned, and this body could be destroyed.

But her pride could never be bent.

The light glinted in the man’s eyes, he lightly tapped his forehead and laughed out loud, this time, his laughter lacked any coldness or sarcasm.

The man slowly rose from his throne.

This gesture meant he no longer regarded her with an insubstantial attitude, “Little girl, you truly live up to the name of the Taixuan Nine Classics, I acknowledge today’s lethal standoff.”

His smile was proud, “So, I take back my earlier words, you indeed have the right to die honorably at my hands.”

A dense killing intent radiated from around him.

The dark aura of death swept across once more.

Wen Hanwei moved her wrist lightly, and the Yuxiao Sword once again resounded with a brilliant sword glow.

She wanted to stand up and face the battle.

Suddenly, a cold touch on her right shoulder felt a hand devoid of warmth.

Startled, she looked up under the reflection of the sword glow and saw a pair of pitch-black, glistening eyes.

Unlike the profound darkness of this space, it was a clean and deep black.

Seeing these eyes, Wen Hanwei’s tense body slightly relaxed, and the sword glow in her hand gradually dissipated as well.

It was a very reassuring feeling.

It was strange, clearly without any words.

In such a lethal situation, she actually felt very secure, the person beside her seemed very reliable.

The proud man was slightly stunned, watching as Wen Hanwei’s fiery intent to fight gradually vanished, not without surprise.

The hand on her shoulder quickly moved away, and in Wen Hanwei’s arms, a little rabbit that had appeared at some point was now standing.

Then came the sound of shoe soles stepping across the ground.

Baili An stood in front of her, lifting those dark eyes that even the darkness could not obscure.

He calmly stared at the man in front of the throne, seriously saying, “I ask you not to ignore what I just said, if you want to kill her, then I will be your opponent.”

A dark, eerie flow of air moved through the space.

That was the man’s formidable aura.

An aura worthy of the Mortal World trembling in awe, even Wen Hanwei had to forcefully suppress the tremors and fear inside her when facing his power.

But now, this young man, merely at the Realm of Kaiyuan, was confidently standing before him.

The man’s eyes instantly turned exceedingly grim, his crimson lips slowly parted, revealing ferociously white teeth underneath, “You brat, do you know whom you are speaking to?”

Baili An took out an unnamed silver sword from the Jade Water, the dark could not devour the color of the sword, making it shine brightly in the darkness.

He calmly stated, “Earlier, Sister Wen asked for your name, but you dared not say it, naturally I do not know whom I am speaking to.”

The man furious, took a step forward, making the entire Great Wall tremble, “You say I dare not?

It’s that you don’t deserve to know my name.”

Suddenly the terrifying rise in power seemed to turn the entire space upside down.

Baili An, facing one of the most noble beings in the darkness, felt an indescribable might that could collapse mountains and valleys.

His small stature stood there, facing the man, then took a step forward.

The sound of his shoe lightly scraping the ground was faint, yet so ironical.

At this moment, Baili An came to a conclusion in his heart.

This man, was a corpse demon!

And he was a corpse demon whose bloodline was not at all inferior to that of Si Li.

But unlike with Si Li, he did not feel the faintly connected blood resonance in this man.

This man was not a pure-blood descendant of Jiang Chen.

And though Baili An’s realm was insufficient, his strength inadequate, this man even possessed the power to crush him to death with a single finger.

Yet such a dark power, he did not fear.

For the blood within him reigned supreme over any darkness!