868 The Sword of Judgement II (2/2)

Ye Hongyu sensed the attack coming from behind but nonetheless continued stabbing toward the middle-aged man. Her sword broke through the flaming ball of light without slowing down.

She chose to ignore the attack from behind because she was determined not to give her prey a chance to flee. If she had hesitated for even a single second, that would have given Zhao Nanhai enough time to rescue him.

She was determined to kill him, no matter what. It was for the simple reason that anyone who dared to challenge the Great Divine Priest of Judgement was doomed to die.

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Ye Hongyu' sword had stabbed into his chest and heart. People in the front yard of Peach Mountain could almost hear the sound of that heart being stabbed through.

The man screamed and fell onto the ground. His blood splattered.

Zhao Nanhai shouted furiously, while the willowy old man's expression turned even darker. The old man pulled back his right hand and committed himself to a all-out strike at Ye Hongyu, disregarding the incoming rain of swords from the sky.

The tip of his finger was about to hit Ye Hongyu's back with the majestic divine flame.

Ye Hongyu could not turn or react in time. Just then, when everyone present thought that she was about to be hit, a golden flower bloomed on her back!

It was right at the spot where the finger was pointing at!

The pure and golden flower was created from her divine skills and divine flame. Only that could have defended against the old man's hit which utilized an equally powerful divine flame. Upon crashing into each other, the divine flames created dazzling fireworks in the front yard.

Ranking high among the divine priests from South Sea and only second to Zhao Nanhai, the willowy old man was definitely better than Ye Hongyu in his practice of West-Hill's divine skills. It was not long before the dazzling fireworks from their divine flames died out. And thus, he gained the upper hand in this exchange.

People from the Divine Halls of West-Hill cried out in shock and looked toward the highest sacred sedan, hoping that the Hierarch could save Ye Hongyu at this crucial moment.

But what happened next was something none of them expected.

The willowy man's fingertip broke through the golden flower, piercing through her blood-colored Gown of Judgment and continued into her flesh.

Yet, all of a sudden, a golden thread appeared at the spot where she was pierced.

That golden thread appeared to be as light as air and fast as lightning. It traced the old man's divine flame all the way back to its source, the old man himself.

It was traveling so fast that it brought with it an immense sense of destruction.

The willowy man yelled in alarm. He pulled back his Haotian Divine Flame as fast as he could in an attempt to get away from the golden thread. However, his actions were in vain. Not only was the mysterious thread not afraid of the power of the divine flame, it did not seem to slow down even the slightest. Upon reaching the bottom of his finger, the thread started wrapping round the finger and constricting itself.

Without a single sound, that finger fell onto the ground.

No blood came out of his wound as it was wrapped up in the divine flame. In truth, however, had the old man been any slower to react, he would have lost his whole hand.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth echoed slightly while Ye Hongyu drifted back to her sacred sedan like a piece of red maple leaf.

She gave Zhao Nanhai a glance when she passed him by, without showing any particular emotion.

It was as silent as grave in the front yard of Peach Mountain.

The willowy man looked at his broken finger in silence.

Zhao Nanhai looked down at peach petals by his side, similarly not saying anything.

The rest of the people from the South Sea gathered around their dead member, solemn.

The girl from the South Sea turned pale, not believing what she had just seen.

Two light coughs broke the silence.

It was then followed by the sound of the Sword of Judgement being returned to its sheath.

Inside the blood-colored sacred sedan, Ye Hongyu closed her eyes again, resting her cheek on her hand. She seemed to be feeling a bit worn out.

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