Chapter 990 – A Sword Shines on the Shore of the Red River (1/2)
Chapter 990 – A Sword Shines on the Shore of the Red River
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Several hundred hard white stones shot like arrows at Xu Yourong's body.
Yet this was not the beginning of a horrifying battle, but rather that of an escape.
Chusu had no confidence that he could defeat Xu Yourong. He did not even dare to attack her.
Hotheaded? Battle? Only a complete idiot would make such a choice.
He only hoped to leave alive, with the best case being a retreat with his entire body intact.
Under the cover of the white stones, he crashed through the wall of fire, transforming into a gray blur as he fled toward the alley.
All that was left behind was an anguished howl of misery echoing through the courtyard.
The wall of fire was the true fire of Xu Yourong's Phoenix blood. Even he had to pay a grievous price to break through it.
Xu Yourong watched as the gray blur vanished, her slender brows rising.
A gale howled, causing the white stones assailing her to drop down to the floor.
Two wings of holy white unfurled behind her.
The wall of fire suddenly disappeared, as did the flames rising from the ground.
Xu Yourong also disappeared, transformed into a stream of light as she pursued.
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The crystals on the floor were powder, stained black and giving off the stench of decay.
The small wooden pagodas had also rotted into what were essentially piles of pulp.
Fear could still be seen on Wuqiong Bi's face, confusion in her eyes.
Bie Yanghong glanced at her. With some difficulty, he raised his hand and rubbed her head, soothingly saying, ”It's okay now.”
When his hand touched her head, Wuqiong Bi let out a shriek, like some small and startled beast. This was following by a stream of filthy curses, pouring out of her thin and pale lips for quite some time.
She cursed at Xuanyuan Po and Xu Yourong, summarized thusly: 'Is Xuanyuan Po, that bear cub, so engrossed with marrying the demi-human princess that he doesn't care about whether I live or die? Since Xu Yourong is in White Emperor City, why did she appear so late? Did she do it on purpose to make things hard on me?'
Bie Yanghong's complexion turned somewhat unsightly, taking a while to return to normal. He knew that his wife had never in her life encountered true defeat, so the encounters of the last few days had truly scared her quite badly, making her somewhat dazed. He truly found it hard to discipline her.
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The sound of the bell from the Celestial Tree temple had ceased and the mists pervading the streets of the Pine Paths had been summoned to the Imperial City by some power. Three Harmonies Borough was quiet and peaceful. If not for the grim scene within the small courtyard, it would be difficult to imagine the intense battle that had taken place here.
This battle was now taking place far away from the small courtyard, in another street.
The puddles on the damp street suddenly evaporated as the place became abnormally dry. The trees planted along the shore to protect against the wind rustled, their leaves yellowing, then blackening, as they drifted down to the ground. It was like some invisible brush was giving them new coats of paint.
The shore of the Red River suddenly exploded with light.
Countless ripples appeared on the surface of the river, then massive waves. The massive Jings let out low roars, expressing their respect and servitude. They then swam deep into the river, concerned over the effects of this battle.
As the waves settled, the trees swayed in the wind. The stones on the street grew damp once more, the stench of filthy water gradually rising.
Xu Yourong returned to the small courtyard with a thin arm, covered in scales and black fur, in her hand.
The place where the arm had been severed seemed to have been rubbed with something, preventing any blood from coming out.
A normal girl seeing a strange arm that did not belong to a human would assuredly scream in fright and would certainly not carry it.
Xu Yourong cared about cleanliness, but she did not care about such things. Her brows were knit together as if she was thinking about something.