1067 One In The East, One In The Wes (2/2)

Yu Li was merely praising instead of being scared, not even worried. She was not even worried when confronting the Abbey Dean who was at the State of Purity years ago. How could she be intimidated now? She pointed out one finger at the young monk between his eyebrows. The sounds of cicadas by the brook suddenly intensified and seemed restless.

The wild grass was crushed and bits of grass were thrown into the air, as if they were countless cicadas' wings piercing through the space. Her strike was above the Five States.

The young monk could never get away, hence he just took it.

He stared at the approaching slim finger, paid no attention to the gashes on his body made by the bits of grass, and chopped down the machete with both his hands.

”You are wrong in one thing…”

The machete was just an ordinary blade. But it pierced through the air with the killing intent of countless people. It did not shine but already activated the heaven and earth.

With this blade between Heaven and Earth, the young monk stared at Yu Lian and told her that she was wrong. You did see through my plan and did not enter my array. But by the moment you came to me you are already in my array. Because I am the center of the array. Wherever I am, the array follows.

It was no longer an ordinary machete, but the embodiment of the blood sacrificing array. It carried the killing intent of the entire Golden Tribe Royal Court and the resentful souls collected throughout hundreds of years. And it was chopping onto the young girl in the yellow dress.

No matter how powerful Yu Lian was, how could she withstand the intent of the entire tribe?

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When confronting the young monk's earth-shaking machete, Yu Lian reacted in an extremely simple way. She reacted as if she was a beginner in cultivation rather than a powerful figure above the Five States. It was too naive or even ridiculous. Her way was simply pressing her palms together and clamped the blade in-between.

Was that really naive? Not at all. The simplest was the most horrifying. Whatever she did was a matter of fact. Therefore a killing intent of the entire Golden Tribe Royal Court carried by the machete was clamped between her palms.

Her hands were very small and tender, yet the machete could no longer move one inch forward. She seemed slim but possessed immense strength.

Between the young monk's machete and her hands, countless bouts of energy splashed.

The brook behind her started rippling, then boiling and eventually turned into steam. An entire brook dried out in a blink. The fish and water plants in it all disappeared. The bottom of the brook was also dried out and cracked like the scales of a dead snake.

The cracks extended into the fields and dried out the surface in a dozen miles. It seemed like a dead giant tortoise.

Her yellow dress and the hair by her cheeks swayed slightly in the breeze. The dress was never on fire, and the hair was merely withered. Yu Lian looked at the young monk at the other end of the blade.

The young monk was also looking at her with admiration, but not awe. He admired that she was no wonder the current leader of the Devil's Doctrine, who could actually catch the killing intent of the entire tribe gathered by the blood sacrificing array with a pair of bare hands. She was indeed unfathomable.

He was not in awe because he knew that even if Yu Lian had caught the blade, she could never strike back under such a circumstance. Therefore he was not defeated. Yu Lian indeed did not strike back. But she seemed mocking. What was she mocking?

The young monk realized all of a sudden. His blade could only make Yu Lian stood still by the brook. While Yu Lian's hands also trapped him right there. He could not move either.

Then how could the other himself dozens of miles away in the east make any further movement?

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When the machete was chopped toward Yu Lian a dozens of miles to the west, Ning Que felt a distinctive relief because the power of the souls pressing on him was instantly weakened.

The dozen of iron cases floating in the air started trembling suddenly. The resentment of the white bones and the killing intent hidden in the array was draining by something and delivered to somewhere afar.

Ning Que turned suddenly to that direction. It was in the west. He knew that the Senior Sister was there in the west.

The thin thread among the clouds he saw previously was her hint. He was not aware of her plan by then, but vaguely got it now. But being trapped by over ten priests from the grassland, what could he do now?

No one could have reacted within such a short period of time. But Ning Que was not anyone else. He had incredibly tacit understanding with Yu Lian. Although he seldom met Yu Lian throughout the years, their tacit understanding had always been there.

It started many years ago in the voice of cicadas by the old library, from the Hairpin-style Small Regular Script they wrote, the badge, the understanding of the Devil's Doctrine, and their similar characteristics.

He heard the voice of cicadas a dozens of miles away in the west. He knew his Sister was already taking care of it. He closed his eyes and opened again.

The young monk chopped toward Yu Lian in the west. While he chopped toward the old national master on the carriage in the east.

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