Chapter 421 – The Holy Maiden of the South (1/2)

Chapter 421 The Holy Maiden of the South

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The white-clothed woman's smile was very light, like the clouds. It was very clear, like water.

But it contained a myriad of emotions.

There was nostalgia, there was teasing, and most deeply hidden, yet unable to be hidden at all, was a smear of disappointment and frustration.

One would be expected to be joyful at the arrival of a friend from afar, let alone the fact that this friend came at the moment of greatest peril and helped take care of one’s most dangerous enemy. Yet Su Li's expression seemed rather distressed.

It might possibly have to do with that question the white-clothed woman had asked with a chuckle in her voice.

The clouds once again covered up the moonlight and starlight in the sky. The streets once more grew dim and the rain once more began to fall.

In the drizzling rain, he and the white-clothed woman looked at each other without speaking. Everything was quiet.

But in fact, at this very moment, the battle was still continuing.

The clouds were constantly twisting and roiling, as if countless thunderbolts lay within. That holy and dignified Qi wound around the moonlight like rosy clouds chasing the moon. It continuously pressed down and chased it, at the same time also pressuring those distant stars.

The shapeless thunder finally exploded through the clouds, sending countless dazzling bolts of lightning to the ground. Above Xunyang City, the thunder incessantly boomed and rumbled, shaking the world. Who knew how many normal people hiding under their beds were thrown into a panic? Who knew how many children ignorant to the world began to bawl out of fear?

The clouds were torn apart even more violently, almost as if the sky itself was about to be torn open. Those cultivators on the distant streets who had slightly weaker cultivations were shocked into unconsciousness by the sound of the thunder.

This was a battle of experts in the Divine Domain.

This was a collision of two forces at the world's most supreme level of strength.

The white-clothed woman had her back to the sky, not devoting an iota of attention to that battle occurring in the clouds which exceeded the limits of a normal person's imagination. She only calmly looked at Su Li.

The world was filled with thunder and lightning, and massive booms rang out without end.

The two still gazed at each other, not making a sound.

Eventually, the thunder and lightning finally ceased and a true peace settled over Xunyang City. The clouds gradually calmed, leaving behind only countless patterns akin to fish scales. Those were the remnants of those powerful collisions. On the street behind the white-clothed woman appeared countless cracks, like a field that had been plowed innumerable times. Countless trails of steam rose up from those cracks.

Just how deep did these cracks go? Could it be that they reached down to the lava underground?

Victory and defeat had already been assigned.

In fact, the moment this white-clothed woman arrived at Xunyang City, the victor and loser of this battle were already decided.

The crowd stared at this white-clothed woman in absolute shock. Besides shock, Chen Changsheng's mind was also filled with perplexity. He kept feeling that the white ceremonial garb this woman wore was rather familiar. Even her Qi seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had encountered it before. Just who was this white-clothed woman? She had actually been able to emerge victorious over the combined might of Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke, two of the Eight Storms. Even if Zhu Luo had been heavily wounded beforehand, the strength displayed by this white-clothed woman was still too frightening.

A man wearing a bamboo hat appeared at the gate of Xunyang City and helped Zhu Luo out of the ruins. Blood was flowing from this man's body, and it seemed like this blood was speckled with countless glistening fragments of starlight. That blood and those glistening stars gave off an especially terrifying feeling, as if only a single drop of this blood was enough to annihilate an entire city.

However, his bamboo hat had three enormous tears in it. It looked just like a palm fan that had been used for seventy years, so old that it couldn't bear the strain, that was then torn to shreds by a servant girl in a fit of anger. It had an abnormally miserable appearance.

This powerful man was naturally Guan Xingke. As for that white-clothed woman who could beat him into such a miserable state, who else could it be? He gazed at that street ten-odd li away, his face pale, stunned and furious.

Through the rain, Su Li aimed a smile at the city gate and said, ”As I said, I do have a friend, it's just that she has relatively more matters to take care of and lives rather far away. To rush over requires some time.”