Chapter 343 - Obliterate Them (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Generally speaking, each mystic cultivator could only contract with one mystic beast in his or her lifetime. If the mystic beast were to perish, it wouldn’t only cause a backlash, severely injuring its master, but it would also mean that this mystic cultivator could not have any other mystic beast for the rest of his or her life.

Heh, the future of a great mystic cultivator that had lost his mystic beast and suffered a severe injury from the backlash was definitely bleak.

You could also say, he was basically a cripple.

Ning Bifan’s senior brother was utterly scared at this time. As the youth’s outstretched fingers stirred, his alarmed eyes locked onto the youth who was throwing out several purple flames.

The mystic python beast screeched and tossed around without being able to resist the instant the streaks of purple flames enshrouded it. Its tail heavily smashed the ground, frightening the onlookers into scurrying in all directions while screaming, afraid that they might be smushed into mincemeat.

Ning Bifan, however, fixated vacantly on Crown Prince Mo, just standing there with an infatuated gaze, her expression dazed. Even when her senior brother spit out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground in pain, she turned a blind eye.

At this moment, her eyes only had that celestial-like ruthless and outstanding youth, that tyrannical youth who roasted the great python until it rolled about on the ground.

The handsome youth was as upright as bamboo and as graceful as a eucalyptus tree. Ning Bifan’s gaze was completely stolen away by the youth, and she turned a deaf ear to her senior brother’s blood-curdling screeches near her feet.

A young girl’s heart throbbed unceasingly.

Until—

“Dig out her eyes.” An apathetic voice came out of the youth’s mouth.

The white-clothed youth’s gaze was so cold that her body trembled all over. This was the first time he looked at her, and it was also the last time…

A twenty or so-year-old black-clothed youth suddenly appeared before Ning Bifan, the long sword in his hand gouging her eyes out without hesitation.

“Ah!!” Ning Bifan shrieked.

“Bifan!” A wave of mystic energy suddenly shot out from the side, ferociously colliding with the black-clothed youth’s long sword.