Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 87 - 87 87 Demon Sect Qi Ren

87: Chapter 87: Demon Sect Qi Ren 87: Chapter 87: Demon Sect Qi Ren Yin Baishuang waved her palm, releasing an Ice Technique that immediately solidified the cold above her head into a five-foot ice wall.

With a flip of her palm, she revealed another squared piece of cold ice.

This piece of cold ice was different from the Five Directions Cold Ice she had used last time to treat Baili An’s sunburn wounds.

For now, engraved into the center of the ice in her palm was a Ying Dragon pattern.

She struck the ice into the wall above her head with a backhanded slap.

A dragon’s roar echoed.

Within the ice, the Ying Dragon pattern seemed to come alive, its body expanding dramatically as it quickly swam through the ice wall.

As it traveled, the five-foot-thick ice wall surged a hundred meters high, abruptly hindering the swirling Demon Fire tornado from above.

The raging Demon Fire tornado unleashed the power of wind, fire, lightning, and thunder; flashes of lightning burst within the swirls of crimson clouds, fiercely bombarding the massive hundred-meter-thick ice wall.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Below the Demon Cave, in the Heart of the Endless Sea, the blood-red seawater was shocked into ten towering water columns by the clash of massive forces.

Yin Baishuang let out a muffled groan, and more and more blood spilled from her pale lips.

Her white-dressed figure no longer showed any signs of laziness but now shouted fiercely, “Xiao Ming, don’t be dazed!

Get the egg!”

The egg was naturally the benefactor of Emperor Jiang, and with their current strength, the three of them stood no chance against this Primordial Demon Saint.

Although she quite fancied a good fight with this ancient demonic creature, Emperor Jiang, conditions were different now that this young miss was involved.

Even though she was not a disciple of Cangwu Palace, Yin Baishuang’s life could not be neglected; otherwise, she would have difficulty explaining things to the Sect Master.

And the egg was the only way to restrain Emperor Jiang at that moment.

Xiao Ming nodded solemnly and was about to act, but as he turned his gaze, his body suddenly stiffened.

The egg, originally pinned against the cave wall by Sword Intent, had vanished without a trace.

“That won’t do, this is our Demon Sect’s future hope, it should not so easily fall into your hands.”

Just then, a man wrapped in a black robe slowly emerged from a dark corner of the ancient cave.

The man was thoroughly wrapped in a black robe, his wide hood covering his head and masking his face within the shadows.

Even though his face was not visible, the struggling Yin Baishuang shook violently, her face pale as paper, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Almost grinding her teeth, she glowered at the robed man: “Qi Ren!

It’s actually you!”

Even Xiao Ming’s complexion changed: “No!

It can’t be him!

He was clearly executed long ago inside Nanze Mountain!”

“Don’t be so shocked,” the man in the black robe said slowly, his voice void of joy.

He held the pierced black egg in his arms, his broad hand gently caressing the crack.

The sharp edge of the crack pierced the pad of his finger, causing dark red blood to flow into it, easing the leak of the egg’s essence.

With a gentle palm, a faint protective film also formed under his hand over the fragmented part.

The light flickered inside the black egg and then dimmed, as if it were sinking into a tired sleep.

“People of the Demon Sect are skilled with puppets; the Qi Ren who died two hundred years ago was just a stand-in.

You people of the Taixuan Sect overlooked it, and you can’t blame anyone else,” the robed man said leisurely.

Xiao Ming glared at him, saying coldly, “After hiding for two hundred years, why appear now?”

The man in the black robe exuded an eerie, dangerous aura, but his left hand cradled the black egg steadily, as if a kindly old woman cradling a babe, which looked somewhat comically atypical.

He slowly raised his empty right palm: “Naturally, I’ve come to retrieve what belongs to me, Miss Yin, you should know very well what it is.”

“You’re courting death!!!”

Like the untouchable reverse scale being brutally lifted, exposing the never-healing wounds underneath to be viciously torn open once more.

She suddenly raised her red almond-shaped eyes, her crimson, stunningly beautiful figure almost blending into the vast expanse of the sky.

From beneath the black shrouded hood, a faint chuckle sounded, “Two hundred years ago, I already deeply regretted not having killed you during that Heart Demon Oath, and I regretted it again when you managed to stand up during a fall in your Dao heart, ultimately destroying only one of the three Seeds of Fate.

But today…”

The robe-clad man paused, then chuckled lightly again, seemingly in high spirits: “Being able to kill the beloved daughter of the Cangwu Palace Master, the Fourth Sword of the Tianxi Sect, and the Second Successor of the Taixuan Sect in one fell swoop is indeed a very delightful thing.”

The white-dressed woman’s gaze darkened, her aura firmly locked onto the man in the black robe, she coldly asked, “Xiao Ming, can you discern this person’s Realm Cultivation level?”

Xiao Ming’s exposed arm burned with ancient red scriptures, as if about to ignite his entire arm.

He said solemnly, “It’s unclear, but one thing is certain…

This person is not much weaker than our Sect Master.”

The white-dressed woman glanced at Yin Baishuang and chuckled dryly, “A strength not weaker than a thousand-year-old Immortal, and unable to use the White piece, it seems we truly cannot escape today.”

“Don’t misunderstand,” the man in the black robe leaned against the stone wall, appeared with no slightest intent to attack: “I’m only responsible for laying out the Stacking Technique Array, disrupting the Moqi Hall’s White piece’s power so that none of you can leave, I won’t personally kill anyone.”

“Stacking Technique Array?” Xiao Ming muttered, “No wonder?

So it seems your Demon Sect really came prepared.”

The man in the black robe chuckled, “What are you still waiting for?”

That sentence, however, was uttered by the Demon Saint Emperor Jiang.

The woman in white shifted her expression, her hands gripping the sword, the silver longsword’s scabbard fell off by itself.

Treading on the thin Sword Intent, she solemnly held the sword, its long, thin, and ice-like sword body’s edge did not contain any Elemental Spiritual Power.

Only the purely cold and supreme Sword Intent emitted a faintly terrifying might.

This was precisely the Fourth Sword of Tianxi – the Snow Sword.

The man in the black robe, stating he wouldn’t take a life, truly showed no signs of action, seemingly very confident in Emperor Jiang, the Demon Saint.

“I know the Fourth Miss’s sword is extremely fast, but even faster, it still cannot surpass that above-head Wild Grass Sword, so…

today, even the speed of the sword in your hands cannot keep up with the Demon Saint Emperor Jiang.”

The man in the black robe’s tone was decidedly confident: “Today…

all of you will die.”

The white-dressed woman’s gaze flashed but she only managed to catch the towering red silhouette of Emperor Jiang’s body, hallmarking two large bulges behind him; following a burst of blood, he vanished from the spot.

The speed, imperceptible to the naked eye, also rendered the accumulated attack within her Snow Sword useless.