Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1173 - 688: Ink Smoke Clan (Part 2)

Wanwan raised her eyebrows playfully at the words, but her eyes grew cold, and she laughed, "I suspected you might have some agreement with this Sui Yi, always helping her, not minding that she absorbed the Evil Emperor’s Relic and fell into chaotic madness. If you follow the Cihang Calming Studio’s standards, shouldn’t you kill her first?"

Shi Feixuan did not ponder but instead asked lightly, "So, do you hope I’ll take the Evil Emperor’s Relic from Mr. Sui right now?"

Wanwan was silent.

"Since you don’t wish it, why ask repeatedly?"

"As for the standards of my Cihang Calming Studio... our sect elders never taught us to kill a person when they are unwell to end things."

In Shi Feixuan’s view, Sui Yi was really unwell now.

Sui Yi is not a bad person and would not subjectively threaten Cihang Calming Studio. This is how the sect perceives her. Since there’s a way to perceive, there’s a necessity to trust a bit more. If easily changing intent, what difference does that make from the Demon Sect?

So Shi Feixuan brandished her sword twice, meeting Wanwan for a third time now.

This time, it was truly a battle against Wanwan.

Wanwan realized this too, thus she didn’t speak much, merely barefoot, tapping a bamboo branch’s tip, slowly brushing the Heavenly Demon Ribbon, and speaking firmly, "Listen up, people of Dark Sunflower Gate... spare no effort to seize the Evil Emperor’s Relic."

Having said this, her gaze swept over Yang Xuyan, sneering, "Yang Xuyan, would your Patch Heaven Sect people still want to await the Yellow Sparrow?"

This person always appeared in assassin state, seemingly almost succeeding each time. Though one has to admire the person’s assassin skills, inwardly there’s an extreme dislike.

Always felt not quite masculine, eerie and sinister, like a venomous snake.

Anyway, Wanwan feels an extreme distaste for this cold man, so her tone is quite impolite.

Yang Xuyan coldly glanced at Wanwan, his gaze sweeping through the bamboo forest...

Swish, swish, the black-clad Patch Heaven Sect members were impressively opposite the Demon Sect!

Well then, are they at odds?

Dark Sunflower opposed Patch Heaven.

Both sides opposed.

Natasha exchanged glances with Hell’s Wan Ge, their eyes flashed darkly.

It was at this moment.

Fu Junnuo wiped fingers over her hand’s wound, slightly frowned, "Sui Yi..."

Everyone turned to look at Sui Yi.

Sure enough, seeing Sui Yi clench her palm, the Evil Emperor’s Relic seemed glued to her palm, releasing more Evil Emperor’s Essence.

Damn it, it had already been released once before. If released again, wouldn’t it be lost!

Seeing this, the always adept at lurking and patience Yang Xuyan couldn’t hold back first, and when he moved, Natasha followed!

Bian Bufu moved, Hell’s Wan Ge naturally moved!

Swish, swish, one by one they all began!

Yan Huifeng and two senior brothers also joined!

Only Mo Ka’s eyes rolled, attacking Bian Bufu instead!

After all, if it’s about seizing a treasure, opposing Bian Bufu makes sense too!

Killing intent exploded once more!

The rain poured heavier, yet the slaughter became fiercer.

People on opposite banks from the Demon Sect and Patch Heaven Sect grew restive.

The slaughter rapidly expanded, with Natasha and Yang Xuyan entering the bamboo forest.

Yet Wanwan and Shi Feixuan didn’t move, seeming as if waiting for something.

Until only Sui Yi, Jin, and Shi Feixuan were left by the lake....

Shong Xiufang felt the slaughter she had witnessed these days was indeed the most she’s seen in a lifetime, as if everything accumulated together.

But Sui Yi’s condition was really worrying, she looked at Ouyang Xiyi, who shook his head.

With the Evil Emperor’s Relic in Sui Yi’s hand, regardless of his intentions, once involved, he couldn’t stay aloof, dragging Shong Xiufang into this Martial Arts World conflict.

After consideration, Ouyang Xiyi didn’t think this was a good approach, especially as the current situation was so chaotic....

It was at this moment.

Sui Yi’s brow moved slightly, staring at Jin who wiped blood from his lip before turning.

Jin was leaving.

Because he had confirmed Sui Yi was deeply trapped, even if her strength now exceeded his, she was still worse off.

And the Cangwu Fragments had been obtained.

So, Jin squeezed the Cangwu Fragments in his hand, his mouth curled.

Suddenly, Sui Yi stepped forward, appearing before Jin.

Drizzling rain fell onto flowing long hair,.

Fingers wrapped in Divine Runes gripped Jin’s neck.

Pupils invaded by golden dark lines, a truly beautiful and alluring color, yet Jin felt icy cold in his soul.

"Servitude of God, Ink Smoke Clan, suspected immortal, hence you have methods to utilize Divine Rune power, but only suspected."

"I want to try."

Try to see if it can kill you!

Sui Yi’s witch power surged out, transforming into a blood-red spike covered in Witch Scripture, thud!

Directly and violently stabbed into Jin’s chest....

Penetrating!

Jin couldn’t help grabbing Sui Yi’s shoulder, fingers nearly piercing into her collarbone.... pupils crazily dilating....

This person, really knew.

Hiss hiss hiss!

Vast black smoke churned violently from Jin’s body, while numerous golden Divine Runes completely seeped from Jin’s fingertips, seemingly a death struggle, and seemingly pulling Sui Yi with him.

Mutual destruction?

Wanwan and Shi Feixuan’s gaze locked on the two, Heavenly Demon Twin Slash and Colorless Sword poised to move.

Suddenly!

Boom!

Broken open!

The lake’s core suddenly broke open! Ruptured by a massive imprint!

A large rift seemed to be revealed below.

A person emerged from the rift, carrying a terrifying aura that shocked everyone, an intent to kill that made the drizzling rain cold, accompanied by bone-chilling cold from years of freezing, standing at the center of the water, eyes lowered as if gazing at a reflection on the water’s surface in contemplation for a moment, then lifted his head, staring directly at Sui Yi and Jin.

It was at this moment that Shi Feixuan and Wanwan saw the person’s appearance.

Hair flowing freely, black yet mixed with strands of timeworn white, features between rakishly handsome and elegant, cloaked in a dragging dark gray robe, like chaotic and shabby wandering soul in this realm, or like a heroic outlaw with a commanding presence, perhaps a lone monk sweeping leaves in contemplation in front of a Buddhist hall, seeing through worldly mist and rain. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote or support. For mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)