Chapter 465: Falling Cliff (3k)
The White Bearded Man’s gaze paused slightly on the black dress before quickly moving up. The next moment, a delicate, small face with a gentle smile appeared in his vision.
Straining to get up and looking at that face, he was first stunned. His eyes slowly widened. This girl was the one who had traded magic crystals with him. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from her petite body.
As expected, the storage ring didn’t lie. Anyone who possessed one of them must be an extremely strong person, perhaps even reaching the High-Rank Battle King level.
He then staggered to his feet, projecting the aura of a Half-King towards the surrounding pawns. After protecting his daughter, he looked up at the girl in front of him and said gratefully, “Thank you for your help.”
“It’s nothing.”
Not understanding what the other party was saying, Su Jiu simply waved her hand. Her gaze shifted upwards towards the sky, passing over the Cloaked Figure. Underneath that figure, she sensed a familiar aura.
The black-clothed men who had been repelled, upon seeing the Shadowed Man’s hands severed, quickly surrounded him and used healing techniques, then shot fierce glares at the black-clad girl.
“Cough…”
The Shadowed Man coughed dryly, cauterizing the cuts on his arm with external qi to stop the bleeding. His face remained pale, and his expression grew more venomous. Suppressing his anger, he spoke in a Northern accent of Dragon Country in a low voice, “You’re the Young Lady who traded with these locals, right? Heh, before you attacked us, did you consider that the Ancient God Sect’s Sir is watching?!”
He paused, his gaze fell on Su Jiu’s face, and chuckled twice. Suddenly, his expression turned lewd, and he said with a smile, “If you’re willing to…”
“Noisy.”
Before the Shadowed Man could finish his words, a gray sword qi shot out from Su Jiu’s waving sleeve, sounding like it was breaking through the wind. The sword light instantly reached the former’s neck, kicking up specks of blood.
“Sir!”
Those black-clothed men were stunned by this commotion and quickly stepped back, looking up and shouting at the Black-Robed Man representing the Ancient God Sect, but they didn’t notice the Black-Robed Man trembling slightly.
Then, one of them, who seemed to be a small leader, calmed down and said sternly, “You killed our second-in-command. No one will lead the way for that Sir, so you will all surely die.”
“Heh heh… surely die? Why don’t you ask her if she will stand up for you?”
With a flash of blood in her eyes, Su Jiu smiled. Her fingertips hidden in her sleeves formed sword shapes, and she began to secretly gather power. The second stage of Elegy was directly activated. Facing a High-Rank Battle King, without using Elegy, she had no way to face her directly.
“That Sir can kill Initial Stage Battle Kings at any time. Even if you are an Intermediate Battle King, you won’t be her opponent…”
Feeling the oppressive pressure from Su Jiu’s calmness, the small leader forced a cold laugh. He subconsciously glanced at the Black-Robed figure, only to find that the latter did not act immediately as he had expected, but was muttering in a low, abnormal tone:
“How could I meet her here? How is it possible, how is it possible…”
Just as the small leader was wondering, Su Jiu’s figure shot up into the sky with a “whoosh” and stood opposite the Black-Robed figure. Her expression was somewhat solemn, as she wasn’t sure if there were others nearby.
“How did you find your way here?”
The Black-Robed figure’s voice was quite clear. As she spoke, a biting cold air surged from her body, and a giant Long Spear appeared in her hand. Frost shrouded the Long Spear, stirring up rolling vortexes of air. The vortexes blew open the Black-Robed figure’s black robe, revealing a face full of scars.
This person was precisely…
“Archbishop Qiyun, long time no see.”
Looking at this face, Su Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly. Gray divine external qi suddenly erupted, and in the blink of an eye, her figure became like a ghost, appearing in front of the former. Her claws, like sharp blades, brought with them a crescent-shaped sword light, slicing towards her neck.
“You’re breaking the rules of martial arts!!”
Feeling the oncoming pressure, Luo Qiyun’s eyes widened abruptly. She suddenly lifted her Long Spear upwards, and only a “clang!” sound could be heard. Her finger-like claws, carrying the gray sword qi, bypassed the weapon and struck Luo Qiyun’s chest, instantly creating a blood line on the black robe.
“What the hell is this…”
Those lights emitted a sizzling sound on the blood line. She tried to dispel it with external qi but found it impossible. The pain from the corrosion made her already unsightly face even more ferocious.
Seeing the damage caused by “Holy Filth,” Su Jiu was slightly surprised. Then, her eyes sharpened, and with her other hand, her five fingers transformed into brass knuckles, and she fiercely tore towards Luo Qiyun’s abdomen, who was pressing down on her with the Long Spear.
“Hoo—”
Her claws swung down fiercely, and only the sound of ripping air could be heard. Su Jiu’s glowing fingertips pierced a straw doll, tearing it apart instantly.
“Was it by using this kind of substitute Alchemical Item that you survived last time?”
Shaking the straw in her hands, Su Jiu turned around, only to find Luo Qiyun’s figure appearing about fifty meters away. She then sneered, “I don’t believe you can run anywhere else.”
The other party’s actions confirmed that there were no others. If she could kill her, it would reduce some of the burden for the [Frost Breaking Plan].
With a shout, Su Jiu’s figure turned into a ghost again and charged forward. Her claws glowed with a faint gray light, like meteors streaking across the sky, carrying a very strong smell of sulfur, like the dragon’s breath about to erupt from a fierce dragon’s mouth.
“You lunatic! Kill me, and the Ferryman who comes later will deal with you too!”
Clutching her chest, Luo Qiyun roared angrily and rushed towards the Mount Moss range. She was already injured, and now being corroded by Su Jiu’s slash again only made things worse.
“Don’t run, I promise I won’t touch a single hair on you.”
Looking at the direction the other party was escaping, Su Jiu had no time to think about the Ferryman. Her expression changed slightly, and a chilling killing intent surged “whoosh!” She accelerated her speed, and even a blood-colored long sword appeared under her feet.
However, not reaching High-Rank Battle King, her pure flying speed was still inferior to the former, otherwise, she wouldn’t have let her escape last time.
“Don’t chase me!”
Hearing Su Jiu’s killing intent-filled voice, Luo Qiyun couldn’t help but tremble in her heart. She wondered what she had done to provoke this malevolent star. She quickly accelerated her pace, her figure already less than a hundred meters away from Mount Moss.
As for not running, believing those鬼话 (ghost talk), it was truly a stroke of madness. Only by crossing the mountain range to the other side and meeting with the Grand Prince’s subordinates and the Ferryman would she have a chance to survive.
“Mr. Herb! Help me stop her!”
Seeing the figure pulling further away, Su Jiu immediately shouted down at her. The killing intent on her face was almost uncontrollable. She threw a few slashes with her hands, attempting to delay the other party’s speed.
If she were allowed to approach Mount Moss, Bai Zhi would likely be affected.
“Elder Sir, is this all the strength you have?”
The slashes were fast but weak. Luo Qiyun simply swung her Long Spear and blocked the slashes, couldn’t help but turn back to mock her, intending to continue fleeing.
Suddenly, an aged voice rang out, “Don’t run anymore, Miss.”
Luo Qiyun turned her head to look ahead, suddenly discovering that two figures had suddenly rushed into the sky. Both were young girls at the Initial Stage Battle King level, and the other was an old man at the Intermediate Battle King level.
Her expression grew more and more grim. If it were any other time, she wouldn’t have cared about this level, casually killing them for sacrifice. But now, she was truly fallen on hard times.
Clutching her chest, Luo Qiyun felt her blood churning, and then as if sensing something, she turned to look at Su Jiu chasing her and found that the latter’s hands were emitting a red light.
Su Jiu glanced at Bai Zhi, who was only thirty meters away from their current position. Bai Zhi had stopped in place, seemingly not too affected. She then breathed a sigh of relief and refocused her gaze on Luo Qiyun, asking in a low voice, “Where is this Ferryman you mentioned? If you tell me, I can spare your life.”
“Spare my life?”
As if knowing she couldn’t escape, Luo Qiyun stopped running. Instead, she clutched her chest, continuously feeling blood churning inside her body. Her face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth, saying, “He’s with the Snow Demon Grand Prince. I don’t know the exact location. I was only responsible for harvesting sacrificial materials.”
“Then why did you just say you would immediately surround me? Isn’t that contradictory?”
The light on Su Jiu’s hand intensified. She could feel that the other party knew something but was unwilling to say it.
Feeling the blood in her body spraying out from her chest like a water gun, Luo Qiyun’s face turned even paler. She gritted her teeth and continued, “This is all I know. If you continue to question me, don’t blame me for self-detonating!”
Saying that, the air around her rippled, and energy fluctuations began to become chaotic. As long as she could stall for time and wait for the Ferryman to sense her energy fluctuations, she would surely be able to survive.
“Since you’re looking for death yourself, don’t blame me for acting!”
Because Bai Zhi was still climbing the mountain, she couldn’t extract any more information, as it would be too dangerous.
Su Jiu’s eyes narrowed. Her right hand, shaped like a sword, emitted a gray light. After a slight pause, she suddenly pierced the former’s throat, and blood splattered everywhere.
“Uh… you… hurry… come… accompany me.”
Before she could breathe her last, this black-clad bishop was still mumbling about the Ferryman. Blood froth continuously flowed from her throat towards Su Jiu’s fingertips, as if the Ferryman was heading in this direction.
Just as Su Jiu was putting away the corpse of this Archbishop Qiyun, Bai Zhi on the other side suddenly froze. The next moment, her right foot suddenly missed its footing, and she fell from mid-air.
Without caring about anything else, Su Jiu’s expression sharpened. Her figure turned into a stream of light in a “U” shape, embracing Bai Zhi in her arms.
Then, she landed steadily on the ground and looked down at the unconscious Bai Zhi, feeling both heartache and confusion: why did she fail so quickly?
“You guys… aren’t you chasing the sun?”
At this moment, a rather clumsy English voice suddenly rang out, and the speaker seemed to be a little surprised.
