Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 85 - 85 85 The Move is a Killing Blow

85: Chapter 85: The Move is a Killing Blow 85: Chapter 85: The Move is a Killing Blow Yin Baishuang’s eyes were cold as she dispersed the ice wall in front of her and said, “Wasn’t the Primordial Demon Saint, Emperor Jiang, sealed by Lady Ying Ji of the Central Netherworld into Gan Mountain five hundred years ago?

Why would he appear in the Demon Cave?”

Hearing Yin Baishuang’s question, the man’s expression shifted slightly before he respectfully addressed her, “Xiao Ming of the Fire Scripture, from the Taixuan Nine Classics, greets the young lady.”

This man was none other than the famous Xiao Ming from one of the Taixuan Nine Classics, the Fire Scripture.

And his ranking within the Taixuan Nine Classics was quite remarkable, having held the position of the second scripture for many years, and his cultivation was enough to amaze the cultivators around the world.

By all logic, in front of Xiao Ming of the Fire Scripture, Yin Baishuang should address herself as a junior.

Yet now it was Xiao Ming who was offering greetings, and in his eyes, there indeed dwelled deep respect.

The lady in white, who had resumed her lazy, boneless demeanor at some point, propped her chin up and smiled with drooping eyelids, “Is now the time for pleasantries?”

Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, “Correct, we must first deal with Emperor Jiang.

He is in a newly awakened state, and although his consciousness is in a state of frenzy, his weaknesses are also numerous.”

Just as Xiao Ming’s lips parted, the lady in white chuckled and said, “That’s not what I mean.

Half a month ago, my second senior sister accepted a sect command to suppress the Evil Spirit in Shaoxian Mountain.

Unexpectedly, it was not just an ordinary Evil Spirit but Yayu, one of the twelve ancient corpses.

She was careless for a moment and contracted Corpse Poison, and to this day, her injury has not healed.”

“What?!”

Xiao Ming seemed as if struck in his vital points, his already pale complexion turning deathly white in an instant, his eyebrows seemingly tinged with urgent anxiety.

“How could she contract Corpse Poison, how could she contract Corpse Poison!

If her physique is infected with Corpse Poison, that’s going to be a huge problem!”

The lady in white hummed nonchalantly, as if the injured person was someone else’s senior sister.

She watched Xiao Ming with an interested look, saying without any malice, “But what use is knowing this for you?

You can’t possibly go to Bai Tuo Mountain.”

“I!” Xiao Ming instantly turned pale.

Yin Baishuang coldly surveyed the two of them, “Is this the time for idle chatter?

Xiao Ming, I hope you can think clearly.

Don’t become an unthinking fool whenever matters involve Yue Nu.

She is one of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, why would she fear just some Corpse Poison?”

We must take care of this Primordial Demon Saint quickly.

She faintly felt that Emperor Jiang’s awakening was very odd.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Loud explosions echoed from the Abyss.

Raising his eyes, Xiao Ming saw a giant red figure in the Abyss enduring the destructive power of the Fire Net.

The violent fireballs bombarded its skin and feathers, causing terrifying sparks and thick smoke to burst forth, the odor of charred flesh wafting from the Abyss.

Then, a pair of red hands emerged, veins crisscrossing like ivy branches on red-burnt arms, filled with formidable strength.

Just one thumb was already the size of a fully grown stallion, the hands tightly gripping the blazing Fire Net, with sizzling, scorched vapors fiercely emerging below its palms.

Along with the depths of the Abyss, a pair of crimson eyes flickered wildly, palms forcefully tearing, actually shredding the Fire Net into wisps of thin foam-like starfire.

That massive body, akin to Mount Tai, wrapped in a glow more dazzling yet sinister than Xiao Ming, climbed out of the Abyss.

It had a human body with a bird’s face, sporting six legs as thick as Tian Gan Mountain’s pillars, two wings partially folded at its sides, not fully extended, thus not completely revealing the vast span of those enormous wings.

Its fierce gaze swept across the three of them, finally fixing on the lady in white without shifting.

The enormous bird’s beak slightly opened, astonishingly speaking human language, “The master who granted me orders was to kill you and seal your body and Sword Soul here, but unexpectedly, there are two others eager to hasten their deaths!”

The lady in white slightly raised her eyebrows, smiling, “That wouldn’t be a bad way to break a sword.

If the Sword Soul is sealed here with the demonic power of countless demons suppressing it, then without the Sword Soul’s support, the sword steles of the Xijian Sect will have to wait in vain for the next Sword Master.

The Demon Sect has become clever at handling matters.”

Although she spoke casually, she no longer continued to lay lazily on the back of the little deer.

Instead, she alone stood aloft on a light streak of Sword Intent, her wide sleeves fluttering to reveal a delicate and fair wrist.

On the wrist, she wore a silver ring, which with a glint of mysterious light, took the little deer into the bracelet.

It was clear that in the upcoming battle, she could not guarantee the safety of the little deer.

Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes deeply.

“Master?”

The Primordial Demon Saint, Emperor Jiang, served as the mount for Zhao He, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, but Zhao He had perished five hundred years ago, so how could it have a master!

While he was puzzled, out of the corner of his eye he saw a streak of black light flash by, its speed so quick that even with his vision, he barely caught a trace of its trailing shadow.

“Moqi black piece!”

Although Xiao Ming had not captured the form of the black light, the all too familiar aura of the deadly formation let him instantly guess who had made the move.

He stared wide-eyed at the lady in red.

Beneath her robe, her index finger lightly twitched, her gaze sharp as electricity, the black piece landing precisely behind the half-folded wing of Emperor Jiang.

Her desolate, thin lips parted slightly, “The so-called master it mentioned, wasn’t it hidden in its wings?”

Just as the black piece was about to settle, the giant wing behind Emperor Jiang remained motionless, still half-folded.

Only a grayish feather suddenly stood up, its tip harshly sinking into the flesh in an instant, piercing the body to absorb blood, and the feather turned instantly bright red.

Following a swift whoosh, like an arrow shot from a crossbow, it brought up a flurry of bloody killing light, the sharp feather edge slicing the black piece in two.

The bright red demonic power crushed the black piece directly into black dust.

In the instant when the black piece shattered, the power of Moqi also erupted, forming thousands of fine black threads igniting the energy of the blood-red feather, exploding it into countless fine red floating wisps.

Even in Xiao Ming’s typically stern eyes, a light shock appeared.

He nodded and said, “I had long heard that two hundred years ago, the young lady fell to the realm of mortal flesh, with no hope of further cultivation, yet in a year’s time, she grasped the power of the Sixth Hall of Cangwu, Moqi Hall, steadied her Taoist heart, and quelled the Heart Demon.

It appears now that the power of this chess piece is truly extraordinary.”

Yin Baishuang glanced at Xiao Ming lightly, “Do you think…

it’s that simple?”

Xiao Ming was momentarily stunned, “What?”

The lady in white chuckled softly, “The young lady’s nature has always been wildly devilish.

Since she launched an attack with purpose, how could it be so simple to just place a single piece?”

As the words of the lady in white fell, a loud roar suddenly burst from the mouth of Emperor Jiang.

In the half-folded wing behind it, a hundred and eighty black pieces were surprisingly plastered all over.