1035 Blood Phoenix Shrilling On Peach Mountain II (1/2)

Xiong Chumo stood in front of the Divine Flame and clutched the flaming phoenix's throat. Shrills resounded in the fiery Divine Hall. The whistle became more and more shrilling, furious, and painful.

The flaming phoenix was struggling in fury.

Fiery white light flowed down its body onto the ground and set an ocean of fire. The chilling killing intent of the sword hidden inside its body was exploding.

Xiong Chumo suddenly got pale but still looked indifferent. His short figure seemed extremely awe-inspiring under the powerful Divine Flame.

Many people including Ye Hongyu could never understand why Xiong Chumo became powerful. Being the Hierarch of the Divine Halls would not necessarily empower him. Then where did his power come from? How could this wretched dwarf have surpassed the Five States? Was that simply because he was a running dog for Haotian?

Someone tried to find an answer but those were all speculations. Xiong Chumo still stayed behind the radiating screen and clutched the throat of the flaming phoenix as well as destiny, and continued to be invincible no matter how unfair it seemed.

Xiong Chumo's huge palm kept pushing forward. The dark sky above Peach Mountain seemed to have come closer to the ground as he was pushing. A bout of unimaginably massive power pounded downward.

The flaming phoenix shrilled and its feather scattered. The powerful sword intent bursting from its body could not withstand the pound from the dark sky and was smashed upon a bang.

The sword intent was smashed by Xiong Chumo's pound. Countless pieces of sword intent were scattered everywhere. They fell on Ye Hongyu and pierced her scarlet Gown of Judgment. Blood was oozing.

That was the horrible backfire.

Colors drained from Ye Hongyu's face and the starry lights deep down her eyes were fading even more rapidly.

Her scarlet right sleeve was vanished by the power of Tianqi and her fair wrist was unveiled. The sword intent was gone. But she was still holding the sword.

Her dark hair fluttered like roaring waterfall.

She gazed at Xiong Chumo, emotionlessly and soullessly.

Her soul was burning, so was her life. Blood gushed out of the countless gashes on her body and became flaming. She used her Divine Skills to turn her body and soul into the Divine Flame.

She was going to hug Xiong Chumo who was standing by her side.

Different from the humiliating hug years ago, her hug was neither affectionate nor indifferent. She was simply inviting him calmly to confront death together.

Xiong Chumo's pupils constricted while he watched Ye Hongyu burning and sensed the hidden terror.

He shivered and became even paler, while he shouted like thunder, ”Heaven's Hack!”

He was the master of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, and his shout was thunder.

During the late night on Peach Mountain, his thundering shout resounded throughout the valleys, awoke the hibernating animals under the ground, and shocked the thick clouds that were no longer producing snowflakes, until it reached the unknown Divine Kingdom far away.

The dark sky pressed gradually toward the ground.

The overwhelming and irresistible power inside the Divine Hall of Judgment became even more distinct and direct.

Xiong Chumo's pounding had finally crushed every bit of Ye Hongyu's remaining sword intent. His palm broke through the pure flame and pounded on her shoulder.

A thud was heard.

The cloth on Ye Hongyu's right should was torn into pieces and her fair skin was revealed.

Her shoulder sent forth refreshing odor from the blazing flame and terror.

The bare shoulder was alluring in purity and terror.

Xiong Chumo's palm pounded on the alluring shoulder.

It immediately reminded him of many things many years ago. He seemed even more unfathomable while he recalled. His pupils constricted into tiny black beans, with bitterness, satisfaction, greed, and moaning.

If he had pounded on her, she would definitely be dead.

Even if she was Ye Hongyu, she would never survive a pound with Haotian's power.

But what confused Xiong Chumo was that she still seemed indifferent.

Being the Tao Fanatic, was she really crazy enough to disregard death?

It was not until the next moment that Xiong Chumo realized why Ye Hongyu was being so calm. It was because she would never let his palm fall onto her body like he did years ago.

A gash was formed on her right shoulder. Same as other gashes on her body, blood gushed out of it and her gown was torn. But beneath the blood deep inside the gash, golden threads were shining.

The golden threads differentiated her from any ordinary cultivator or even the powerful ones. Only she and Ning Que were different in this way because they were extremely ruthless.

She was the Tao Fanatic. She was not disregarding her death but rather applying her fanaticism in transforming her body into a sword. That was her real Taoist sword.

The Gown of Judgment was torn. The sheath of the sword was cracked. She herself, the sword, was officially unsheathed.

The golden threads bounced up and danced in the air. They came gently onto Xiong Chumo's palm.

Compared with his huge palm, those threads were even finer than the finest barnyard grass in autumn. But that was her natal item, more tenacious than the sharpest sword, unbreakable and uninterrupted.

Upon a slightest sound, a thin blood line was form of blooded on Xiong Chumo's index finger before it reached her shoulder. Blood burst from the line. A finger bone was broken.

Xiong Chumo's index finger fell off like a ripe fruit falling from the tree. His face became extremely pale. And his eyes revealed unbearable pain. Overwhelming fury prevailed on his peaked face. Then, it faded into calmness within a blink. He looked emotionless and kept pressing down his palm. Even if he were to lose all his fingers or his entire palm, he was determined to pound Ye Hongyu to death. Because this was his best chance.