Free Web NovelAlong with the intense burning pain as if his eyes were on fire, the buzzing in Lu Yibei's ears caused by high-intensity Spiritual Energy fluctuations resounded.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of panicked footsteps and screams from the distant mall, gradually becoming very distant, very distant, his consciousness seemingly drifting away with those sounds.
And then...
As if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of ice water over his body, a bone-chilling coldness spread from his chest to his limbs, pulling his consciousness back to ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) reality. The noise in his ears instantly disappeared, and the golden 微光 that had just flickered in his eyes also extinguished, leaving only a deep dark red.
Like clotted blood, reflecting the figure of the approaching person.
A body over 1.9 meters tall was draped in a dirty sheepskin coat. His honest face was completely ruined by his ferocious eyes. His long hair, which seemed not to have been washed for a long time, was scattered behind him like a wild man. In stark contrast was the curved saber at his waist, whose sheath was inlaid with various colors of agate.
Watching the dark-skinned 壯漢 approach inch by inch, an inexplicable surge of fury quietly arose in Lu Yibei's heart.
This murderer who had participated in intercepting Lu Ming actually dared to appear before him, completely like stealing from a police station in broad daylight in front of the duty police, a blatant provocation.
However, watching Suolang Baima walk over, Lu Yibei found that his body was frozen, unable to move at all.
It wasn't because of Psychic or some Spell, it was simply because of fear, so afraid that he couldn't move.
His body trembled slightly, his chest felt heavy as if a giant stone was pressing down, and his stomach had a slight cramp, bringing waves of nausea.
Suolang Baima's figure was like a towering snow mountain without any warmth, devouring all curious and probing life, unable to hope that he would spit back even a little dregs out of pity.
He was a monster like the abyss.
But Lu Yibei knew very well that he wasn't afraid of Suolang Baima. In terms of Spiritual Energy fluctuations and the pressure he exerted, he was far less than the Big Boss of Dream Come True Entertainment City.
If he were just looking at Suolang Baima from a distance, Lu Yibei's heart wouldn't even have much of a ripple.
What he was afraid of was something else, something related to both him and Suolang Baima.
And that fear wasn't psychological fear, but more like a painful memory ingrained in the body after experiencing some terrible event. When coming into contact with related things again, the painful memory was awakened, and the body instinctively reacted.
In modern medical terms, it's post-traumatic stress disorder, but Lu Yibei felt that his current state was far more severe than PTSD, even his soul was trembling, and Spiritual Energy fluctuations seemed unable to condense smoothly.
Was it the car accident caused by Psychic and urban legend, or the huge black shadow that Old Dad had once faced?
Lu Yibei thought, and just then, Suolang Baima had already walked in front of him.
That tall and dangerous figure paused slightly in his steps, looking at the young man who had not fainted under the onslaught of his Spiritual Energy fluctuations. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a contemptuous sneer, and then he ignored him and continued walking forward.
It was like looking at a stray kitten freezing to death on the side of the road.
Completely no threat.
He's not coming for me? Then what is he doing here? Lu Yibei thought blankly.
A moment later, just as he managed to break free from the intense fear and stiffly turned his head to look for Suolang Baima's figure, a loud bang suddenly entered his ears.
"Boom—!"
A violent blast of air surged out of the women's restroom in the cinema without warning, like a wild bull crashing through, violently tearing open the restroom door. The shattered sharp panels, along with Fu Xinyi's slender figure, flew out together.
The bones all over her body ached as if they were about to fall apart. The powerful force sent Fu Xinyi, along with the door panel, flying into the air, where she flipped several times before falling heavily onto the floor, sliding far away, hitting the wall and creating a spiderweb-like crack. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark red clotted blood.
"..."
That murderer... actually attacked Xin Yi?
Aren't they in the same group?
Did I encounter a case of 'black eating black' again?
Looking at the scene before him, Lu Yibei felt a little stunned. Just then, something even more unexpected happened.
He saw Xin Yi, with stubborn eyes, staring intently at the figure in the dust-filled area ahead. One hand was propped against the wall as she struggled to get up, and the other hand slowly drew a soft sword from her satchel.
As Spiritual Energy was infused into it, the soft sword, which swayed gently in the wind like a cicada's wing, shimmered with light. Accompanied by a subtle hum, its sharpness was fully revealed.
And then...
She suddenly assumed a stance that was extremely familiar to Lu Yibei, stepped forward abruptly, and unleashed a sword move that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Lu Yibei.
"Taihe Gentleman Sword · Command of the Wind!"
With a delicate shout, a storm-like brilliant turbulence swept out in front of Xin Yi.
Bluish-purple.
Wherever the turbulence swept, it left deep and shallow scratches on the walls of the cinema lobby.
Lu Yibei was shocked. Although the sword move Xin Yi used had some subtle differences from the one in his memory, both the name of the sword move and the bluish-purple sword energy that surged after the strike were undoubtedly from the Ancestor's "Taiji Gentleman Sword Illustration."
How could she, an infiltrator, know the Ancestor's sword technique?
Could it be that the Ancestor has other 'dogs' outside, behind the Great Ancestor Grandma's back?
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As the stream of light from Xin Yi's sword swept out, Suolang Baima, who had just broken through the smoke and was chasing after her, subconsciously narrowed his eyes, just like a normal person suddenly seeing a strong light. When he opened his eyes again, the stream of light had already reached him.
"Hmph—!"
Suolang Baima snorted coldly, not retreating but advancing. He stepped forward abruptly and came to the side of several fainted passersby. With a few quick kicks of his toes, the bodies of the passersby flew towards the stream of light like balls.
Human and sword energy converged in one place, and the muffled sound of flesh tearing apart suddenly erupted. Crimson color bloomed like flowers in mid-air, staining the walls. High-speed splashing bone fragments, like bullets, pierced through the flesh of the innocent and embedded themselves in the wall.
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The strong smell of blood entered Lu Yibei's nostrils. His thoughts were immediately pulled away from his suspicion of Xin Yi's identity. Looking at the burly figure striding towards Xin Yi, his eyes were filled with doubt and surprise.
That's right, this is a notorious murderer.
According to the information from the Monster Story Chat Group, he has caused at least twenty Psychic homicides, a large part of which were Night Watch agents.
How could such a heinous person care about the lives of others?
Those fainted passersby were probably as insignificant as stones and weeds in his eyes.
I have to do something, otherwise not only will Xin Yi and I die today, but those innocent passersby probably won't have a good outcome either.
Lu Yibei thought, forcing himself to overcome the fear that originated from his soul. His breathing gradually became rapid.
As his chest heaved violently, air filled with a thick bloody mist entered his chest. Following that, as if something had been awakened, his heart pounded.
It was a greedy pounding, yearning for fresh blood...
A chill rapidly spread to every corner of his body. His blood seemed to be frozen, but...
He felt a strange sense of excitement.
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After a brief exchange, Xin Yi realized the enemy's terrifying power. She fumbled through her satchel for various talismans and solidified Spell jade slips, throwing them forward.
Although she, this fake Da Chunyang Palace genius, had achieved strength exceeding most of her Senior Brothers of the same age through her own efforts.
But she was ultimately just a B Level Psychic, how could she be a match for a superhuman monster like Suolang Baima?
Her swordsmanship was completely suppressed, and if she wanted to use a Spell, the opponent didn't even give her a chance to chant.
In just a few moves, even in the relatively narrow space of the mall, which limited his movements, Xin Yi was already unable to resist.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die. This time, my Senior Sister has really screwed me over!
This person is too strong, it might not be easy to escape. Xin Yi thought.
At this moment, a ferocious laugh came, a deep and muffled sound boiling in his throat like a wild beast's roar, sending chills down one's spine.
Facing the constantly exploding Spells, and taking advantage of the blood mist that obscured the view, Suolang Baima pounced forward like a leopard, drawing the golden saber from his waist. As the blade swung, it was accompanied by wind and snow, carrying a fierce aura like a collapsing snow mountain. As he ran, he crushed half the floor of the lobby under his feet.
His Spirit Mark is the Nine-Colored Lotus, a legendary magical snow lotus said to grow on the sacred mountains of the snowy region, representing the soul of the snow mountain, the most understanding existence of the charm of the snow mountain among all living beings.
Xin Yi was burying her head in her satchel, searching for the protective treasures given by her Master and Senior Sister. Suddenly, she heard the sound of air breaking in front of her, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly raised her sword to protect herself.
The next moment, the sound of metal colliding exploded, and Spiritual Energy fluctuations collided violently. Bluish-white turbulence danced in this narrow space, spreading violently. freewebnoveℓ.com
Then, in an instant of silence like a muffled sound, her figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.
Lying on the ground, Xin Yi looked at her blood-soaked tiger's mouth, her vision blurry.
She felt that the sword she had just struck didn't hit a human at all, but a derailed high-speed train. The vast force was transmitted through the blade into her body, and her internal organs were almost all dislocated to varying degrees in an instant.
She struggled to reach for the satchel that had fallen to the ground, but a large foot wearing straw sandals stepped on it heavily, and then a large hand reached out and firmly grasped her neck, easily lifting her off the ground.
Just like picking up a dead dog.
Am I going to die? Xin Yi thought.
Just then, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. She moved her gaze with difficulty, following the direction of the sound, and saw a pale paper doll, slightly larger than a palm, clumsy and cute in appearance, who had somehow climbed onto Suolang Baima's shoulder, waving at her in a charmingly naive manner.
And then...
The pale paper doll'splatted!' and hugged Suolang Baima's shoulder. Its abdomen glowed, gradually intensifying, and then caused a violent explosion.
Accompanied by a violent roar, as if blown away by a hurricane, Xin Yi felt herself flying into the air. In the dazzling firelight, she saw a group of small pale paper dolls running quickly behind Suolang Baima, a dense mass, like an army of toys. ƒrēewebnovel.com
It's the Paper Cicada Immortal, the secret technique of my Da Chunyang Palace! Could it be that fellow disciples have come to rescue me?
But...
Why would the Paper Cicada Immortal explode? Xin Yi thought.
