530 How to Spell Death (2/2)

Edan nodded his head, he also didn't think that Zong Shou had any way to break this killing trap and then get onto the peak of Mysterious Cloud Mountain.

”They are probably about to begin on that side. You and I, as Yiren's outer family members, can't be disrespectful and need to arrive before others. The many sects of the Cloud World will definitely send people over to view the wedding. How fortunate, that we can check out the situation of the Cloud World…”

Whilst he said that, Edan walked northeast. His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but timed just so he was quicker than that black cloud.

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”They have come, three hundred miles away! In just four hours they will be below Mysterious Cloud Mountain!”

Within Mysterious Cloud Spirit Sect, in a side hall, Han Nishui squinted as he looked at the Cloud Light Illusion in front of his body.

On Mysterious Cloud Mountain, there was a formation which allowed them to view the land three hundred miles away from the mountain.

At the moment, in front of Han Nishui, hundreds of miles out, that surging cavalry army appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

A large portion of illusionary techniques were disrupted by the formation, which was why the seventy thousand iron cavalry were all real and perfectly displayed.

Only the center-most portion was covered in black cloud, and remained hidden.

Naturally, one could not find where Zong Shou was at.

However, Han Nishui could sense that the person was present within the cavalry army.

Thinking about how soon he would meet with his life-long enemy, the blood in his body burnt and boiled up within his chest.

Unfortunately, he would be unable to personally chop off Zong Shou's head. However, personally witnessing his death would help to resolve the hatred in his heart!

Also, Xuanyuan Yiren. Two years ago he utterly lost his face, and had to pick it up bit by bit. He wanted to send that person to the depths of hell, never to return…

Thinking about that, Han Nishui glanced to the side, only to see Xuanyuan Yiren sitting on a wooden chair, her eyes closed. She didn't even look over at the formation. She was normally dressed, unlike he who wore a bright red robe.

Just as she had been for three days, since being sent over.

Even Mysterious Cloud Spirit Sect could do nothing to her. The eight grade-9 cultivators worked together, but were still unable to break the magical shield protecting her.

A spiritual house was not like a shrine, and was far from a vast habitat. Although the sect had many spirit realm cultivators, they were unable to enter the world.

Lingyun Sect Shrine had two spirit realm experts in charge, but due to the warnings of the world protectors they were not able to leave easily.

Thus, they could only look on as Xuanyuan Yiren did whatever she wanted under the shield, and they could do nothing about it. If it was not for the grade-9 cultivators forcefully restricting her, she could even just leave directly…

”Uncle Xuanyuan is also amongst them. There are also twenty thousand elites! Yiren, you still won't change your mind, your views are still the same?”

He waved his hand to disrupt the restrictions, and allowed the illusionary realm to fade. Then, Han Nushui clenched his fists and turned. ”Do you really want to see your Xuan Mountain elites all die here before you are willing to stop?”

Xuanyuan Yiren finally opened her eyes. Be it expression or tone, she was extremely calm. ”Two years ago I made a Spiritual Salamander Blood Essence Pill for Zong Shou. Does your Mysterious Cloud Spirit Sect know about that?”

”Spiritual Salamander Blood Essence Pill? What is that?”

Han Nishui was startled. He knew about the salamander; it was one of the god beasts of the Ancient Era.

But what was that pill?

”You don't know? Then do you all know that two years ago, Zong Shou made a deal with the Kongqi Sect?”

Xuanyuan Yiren smiled, her eyes shining bright. ”So I always felt that your Mysterious Cloud Sect really doesn't know how to spell the word 'death!'”

Han Nishui's brows rose. If he was not sure that the person in front of him was Xuanyuan Yiren and that she was still sane, he would probably think that she had gone crazy.

Following which, he shook his head and walked out. As for what this girl was thinking, he didn't care at all.

They only needed Zong Shou to fall, and to capture Xuanyuan Tong, and this girl would give in.

At this moment in the sect leader's main hall of the spiritual house, a few people were watching the same scenes from hundreds of miles away.

Yuankong was naturally in the position of leader. Ling Weizi, sitting beside Yuankong, was also in a revered position.

”They really are elites! Zong Shou vanished for two years, and now they actually have such strength. If it was just our Mysterious Cloud Spirit Sect, it would be hard to handle. Even if we won, we would suffer heavy losses.”

”So this is why we have to kill him! In a few more years, it would be even more difficult to restrict him!”

Ling Weizi smiled, his brows furrowed as he looked below.