Chapter 388: Capturing The Demoness (1/2)
Chapter 388: Capturing The Demoness
The night and fluttering cloaks were met with misty winds. There was a taste of wild bitterness in the air.
“It’s you!” Wan Xiangcen was surprised and stared at this youth coming out of the darkness. The hand hidden behind her back channeled a plume of light that turned into pink petals made of fire, as sharp as the blades.
Her skin emitted an unbelievable fragrance. She stood on this hill like a pure flower. Her natural fragrance attracted a large amount of butterflies.
Feiyun came closer and said: “Surprised that I’m still alive?”
Xiangcen chuckled causing her slender waist to slightly shake. The cloth piece on her shoulder was moved by a purple energy and looked just like butterfly wings. The hair on her cheek brushed back and forth, creating an amorous appearance. She said: “I’m just surprised that you’re here instead of looking for your prettiest girl since you don’t have long to live.”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Four tall, slender figures descended from the night. All had a black robe and an extraordinary cultivation. An aura glowed around them with a black lotus floating above their head. Even their hair was full of energy. Ripping one off and they could be used as a sharp weapon.
Twelve more billowing clouds of smoke came about. They were old men that have lived for several hundred years, all at Heaven’s Mandate. They stood below Wan Xiangcen like devils with a black glow.
Wan Xiangcen’s side became much stronger with these sixteen people.
Her cultivation was already above Feiyun so she became even more emboldened. She started to float above with flowers beneath her feet that eventually turned into a seat made of lotuses.
“Capture him alive. Whoever can take his blood will be richly rewarded by the Hall Lord.” Her exquisite features became even more stately while basking in the moonlight.
“If he wants to die, then I’ll lend him a hand.” An old man formed a mudra with both hands, creating a green light. A three feet long sword flew out from the light. He gripped the hilt and came for Feiyun.
Feiyun retaliated by raising his finger. A yellow plume condensed on the tip, representing the power of half of the mountain range here and shattered the sword.
He channeled his Swift Samsara and disappeared from sight. The moment people saw him again, he was already standing behind the old man and casually pointed forward again.
Another ray shot out and pierced the old man’s defensive aura then neck, devouring all of his divine intents in the brain.
“Boom!” The old man fell to the ground with blood pouring out from his eye sockets. A cultivator that had lived for more than three hundred years died just like that to Feiyun.
“That’s all a cultivator from the Seventh Hall can do? Just a piece of trash.” Feiyun turned and stared at the floating Xiangcen. A wisp of smoke replaced his body on the spot as he soared for her.
“How brazen, daring to be disrespectful towards our lord?” The four girls flew forward to meet him with their nimble and slender figure. They used the black lotus on top of their head; four majestic forces shot out in unison like four black suns.
These female guards were talented cultivators and experienced life-or-death training. They could survive in the mountains full of beasts and monsters and have killed countless cultivators.
The black lotus above their head was another top heretical technique. Even though they weren’t part of the twelve great evil techniques, the difference wasn’t great.
The four of them together amplified their battle potential and once managed to wound a senior at second-level Heaven’s Mandate.
Feng Feiyun moved like a specter through the four lotuses without a problem. The four guards simply couldn’t stop him.
Two fist strikes came resoundingly. Two more old men attacked with a dragon-tiger power. They specialized in brute force so they were capable of performing this task.
Feiyun directly raised his palm to unleash a seal with clouds of five different colors.
The palm seal directly shattered the old men’s punches. Their body was helplessly torn to several pieces.
Three Heaven’s Mandate cultivators had died within one move to Feiyun.
“It’s fortunate that the guy is poisoned or no one will be able to compete with him in the present.” Xiangcen watched as Feiyun drew closer in an unstoppable manner.
This was a god of death. The poison didn’t deter his drive at all. Fewer than few members of the young generation could stop him.
Meanwhile, Xiangcen had reached third-level Heaven’s Mandate. This was a young lord that could inherit the Hall Lord position in the future.
She simply wasn’t afraid of him at all with her cultivation even if he wasn’t poisoned. There was no chance a first-level Heaven’s Mandate could take her down.