Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 151 - 151 150 You Are One of a Kind in the World

151: Chapter 150: You Are One of a Kind in the World 151: Chapter 150: You Are One of a Kind in the World Until just now, when Baili An ignored his own dark aura and walked up to him, he had thought for a moment that his bloodline was even stronger than his.

But when he saw the node of Spiritual Power at Baili An’s chest, he completely lost hope.

However, now, with the cold blood spraying out from behind and his heartbeat stopped, that was undoubtedly the aura of a corpse demon!

Baili An was severely injured; that sword strike had blasted away his right hand along with a good portion of his torso, shattering four of his ribs.

Yet the hand holding the sword remained steady.

“By observing, I achieved it.”

“Observing?”

“During the battle with Sister Wen just now, you didn’t care about the life and death of those demons.

However, among those demons, only the corpse demons did not perish.

They weren’t even as strong as some of the demons, yet they survived, while the rest turned to dust.

So…

why is that?”

The man chuckled lightly, shrugging his shoulders with ease, “Because I too am a corpse demon, with a heart particularly considerate of my own kind?

Pfft.” In the end, he laughed at his own naive and ludicrous explanation.

“Of course not.” Baili An, seated on his shoulder, stained the man’s clothes with fresh blood.

He continued, “Given your character and words, it’s not hard to deduce that you are a proud loner and wouldn’t show mercy just because they’re kin.

Instead, because they possess the condition of being corpse demons, you are unable to kill them…”

Baili An paused, then reconsidered, “Perhaps that’s not quite right, not that you can’t kill them, but to kill them, you must invoke more formidable powers.

Consequently, there’s only one conclusion: you are imprisoned here, and within your body resides a contract so powerful that even you cannot defy it, which is to do no harm to your kin.

That contract has been in your body for many years, too ingrained to eradicate, yet you have managed to weaken it, resulting in a subtle condition.”

The man was not one for patience, and the fact that he had listened to the youth’s every word without any inclination to interrupt, only made the smile on his lips grow deeper.

In a definitive tone, Baili An concluded, “This condition means that your fearsome destructive power, when applied to your kin, greatly diminishes and weakens, which explains how I managed to hold my sword to your neck.”

“No, no, no.” The man let out a delighted chuckle, his scorched red gaze looking down at his corpse demon underlings with utter disdain, “This rabble couldn’t come close to what you’re capable of.”

His tone was filled with unabashed pleasure and praise.

To this praise from a legendary-level ancient corpse demon, Baili An remained composed, the subtle glint of the sword tip reflected in his blood-red eyes, which were perfectly bright, neither dim nor blinding.

The man, through the slender reflection of his sword tip, saw his eyes.

Those were the distinctive eye colors unique to corpse demons.

But he’d never seen such cleanly bright red eyes in a corpse demon before.

The cleaner the eyes, the easier it should be to see right through them.

Yet in these eyes, he felt as if there was no end in sight.

The man’s platinum blonde hair fluttered without wind, his pale and supple face flushed with a barely contained excitement, as if he had come upon an extremely intriguing toy.

Ignoring the threat of the Silver Sword at the back of his neck, he turned his head to meet Baili An’s gaze directly.

His rich, magnetic voice carried an evil sensuality, “Ah, look at me.

I’ve injured you so severely.

Truly, my bad.”

Wen Hanwei, upon hearing this eerie tone, felt a surge of unease and shouted, “Come back, don’t get too close to him!”

Baili An did not move; his sword hand did not waver or tremble.

But he was all too aware that when he pressed the sword tip to this man’s skin, he felt…

What real power was.

It was an irrational might that viewed all beings as mere dust.

This silver sword could easily claim the lives of powerful Demon Sect puppets, yet it couldn’t penetrate an inch of his skin.

And that was the reason why the man allowed him to threaten him so casually with his blade.

Because he was confident enough.

Regarding Baili An, due to that absurd and laughable contract, he must take him seriously in order to kill him.

But the sword in Baili An’s hands was like a child brandishing a stick before an adult.

No threat at all.

Even though he fully understood this fact, Baili An still didn’t move the sword tip from the man’s neck.

Because what he relied on was not just this small sword.

Baili An saw the man’s blood-red lips curl up, revealing his sinister, sharp Tusk as if he were an evil demon looming in the darkness.

He heard him speak in that bewitching and pitiful tone, “Knowing full well the vast gap in strength, even fatally wounded and on the brink of death, your fighting spirit and resolute deadliness have not wavered in the slightest.

Young fellow, you truly possess a spirit that commands respect.”

The man gently tapped the ground with his slender Silver Sword, a symbol of ceasing hostilities.

“What a pity that it wasn’t I who created such an interesting soul and assimilated it into a corpse demon.

Just thinking about it makes me bitterly regretful.”

With the man having ceased hostilities, Baili An’s resolve did not falter; he merely frowned slightly before concluding, “Are you a pervert?”

His earnest, straightforward question was like a powerful punch to the man’s impeccable face.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the question, and pointed at Wen Hanwei, “If you stay with me, becoming my possession, I might consider sparing that woman.”

Wen Hanwei didn’t speak but let out a cold laugh.

Baili An said, “That’s quite unexpected, based on what you say, I seem to be even more important than the Taixuan Nine Classics.”

The man laughed carelessly, “What nonsense.

Just from the battle just now, your pure fighting spirit told me that you are one of a kind in this world.”

Baili An fell silent for a moment, then accurately pinpointed the man’s true intentions and thoughts, “A mere Tusk of a corpse demon couldn’t draw such fascination and attention from a formidable figure like you.

Your overwhelming desire for possession isn’t due to that ‘one of a kind’ nonsense.”

He slightly adjusted his posture to slow the bleeding slightly, and the intense pain in his body made his thoughts even clearer and more lucid.

“You’re simply curious and interested in how, being a corpse demon with the cold body of the deceased, I can ignite the nodes of Spiritual Power within me for cultivation, just like absolute darkness cannot contain light.”

Baili An analyzed coolly and methodically, causing a more intense glimmer to shine in the man’s eyes.

“It’s becoming more surprising, so now, what will you do, so discerning?

Will you give up your freedom in exchange for the life of the Nine Classics?

Or will you watch her get tortured to death under my sword, and then have your limbs broken, left gasping for breath beneath the throne of this ancient city forever?”

His voice trembled slightly because, in the end, his emotions were evidently out of control with excitement.

Just as Baili An had said.

This man was someone with a severely twisted character, a perverted madman.