After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 63.2

The Right Envoy’s expression darkened. She swiftly retrieved the mask from her sleeve and put it on, gathering powerful demonic energy in her palm. In an instant, she erected a barrier of demonic force, shattering the incoming sword lights!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sword lights were torn apart by the black, mist-like barrier, but in the next moment, they coalesced again into even more vicious and chilling sword rays, carrying waves of icy coldness, and shot straight toward the Right Envoy!

“Argh!”

The cold light, though lacking the sharp edge of a physical blade, carried an imposing aura. In that instant, the Right Envoy finally understood.

The one attacking was not Wu Ruo, whom she had forced into the temple to hide, too afraid to show himself.

Instead, it was a cultivator at the Great Ascension stage someone of equal strength, perhaps even stronger than her.

She had rebuilt her understanding of power, enduring boundless agony, absorbing the blood of both righteous and evil cultivators, and greedily refining the demonic energy of the demonic sect. She had thought herself unparalleled in this realm.

Yet clearly, the woman before her was a level above.

The woman was clad in white robes, her hair as pale as snow, and in her hand, she held a longsword that shimmered like flowing water. From a distance, she appeared like a celestial immortal descending sacred and noble.

Her spiritual energy, even within the demon realm, was extraordinarily abundant, as if her dantian had already embraced all rivers and seas, with an unparalleled reserve of spiritual power, completely unafraid of the disadvantage of fighting on hostile ground.

She was a troublesome opponent. If the Right Envoy wasn’t mistaken, this was likely Wu Ruo’s lover from that immortal sect.

“Lord!”

She wanted to call out to Dong Lingjiu for help, but at the last moment, she forcibly held back.

If the other party had been controlling her body all along, she would eventually be possessed!

“Qing Yi, Qing Er.”

The Right Envoy bit her fingertip and swiftly flicked two drops of blood onto the two beasts beside her. The creatures rapidly expanded, growing to an enormous size, their fangs protruding and elongating like terrifying curved blades as tall as several people!

Without her needing to say more, the two monsters swiftly charged forward, launching a fierce assault on the woman clad in pure white. Both were the most qualified fighters she had raised just one collision, and that woman would surely be forced to retreat in disarray!

“Snow.”

She only heard the woman murmur something softly, the tip of her sword tracing a dazzling arc of cold light through the air. In an instant, the world seemed to lose its color.

So cold!

The next moment, the two Qingtiao Pao opened their mouths in utter disarray. The sharpest fangs on their bodies had been severed clean at the root, leaving only smooth, rounded stumps. The stark contrast between the pale roots and the foul yellow of the fangs was jarring.

Thud.

The two monsters, nourished with fresh blood and meant to be exceptionally powerful, had now become beasts stripped of their claws and fangs, utterly devoid of offensive capability.

“Wu ao—” The Qingtiao Pao continued to cry out, but their calls had shifted from battle cries to expressions of fear toward their enemy and the unbearable pain they endured.

“Damn it! I’ll kill you!”

The Right Envoy gritted her teeth so hard they creaked. It was the first time she had witnessed such a humiliating tactic!

The opponent clearly had the ability to kill the Qingtiao Pao but had instead chosen to brutally chop off their fangs. There was no eruption of bloodlust to rouse the fighting spirit of the other Qingtiao Pao; instead, morale was crushed, instilling fear in these beasts!

“These wretched little beasts.”

Cursing aside, she couldn’t bear to part with the Pao she had painstakingly raised. Glancing at the swordswoman’s expressionless face, she steeled herself and waved her hand, hurling the smallest Qingtiao Pao far away, out of her sight.

This was a Pao she had raised from infancy, if anything were to happen to it, she couldn’t bear it.

Not daring to underestimate her opponent, the Right Envoy immediately unleashed her Hundred Coffins technique, sealing off the surrounding space. From beyond the coffins, she continuously drew in demonic energy, rot, and poison. In a battle of attrition, she was certain to prevail!

Dark clouds gathered in the gloomy space, and an overwhelming pressure swept through like a heart-rending gale, echoing eerily throughout.

The sounds of wind, howls, collisions, and falling snow filled the air.

In that sealed, oppressive space, time seemed to become an unknown variable. Spiritual energies clashed and intertwined, erupting and receding in waves.

Wu Ruo, from within the Red Temple, caught a glimpse of this scene.

Everything before her was too sudden. She refrained from rushing out recklessly and instead extended her spiritual sense to observe the situation outside.

A massive black coffin sealed off the space, but the Red Temple remained outside its confines. Hearing the earlier violent collisions, an idea formed in her mind. As her spiritual sense ventured forth, she split off a sliver to peer into the battle inside the coffin.

The moment she saw that person, her heart abruptly skipped a beat, as if something had fermented deep within her soul, swiftly spreading to every corner of her being.

It was Luo Qingyi.

Even though she had spoken such hurtful words to her, even though she had treated her poorly, the other had sensed she was in danger.

And then, without delay, she had rushed here, charging alone into the perilous demon realm to save her.

“Luo Qingyi.” she whispered softly. Suddenly, she heard the temple door being pushed from the outside someone was trying to enter but was repelled.

Undeterred, the person persisted, throwing themselves into the attempt once more.

Ah, Jiang Qingbei.

The young lady who had been trying to fish in troubled waters covered her nose and mouth with one hand, indignantly rubbing the bump on her head, her face pale as a sheet. “Why is there such a terrifying, dilapidated temple in this place. Ahhh, ghosts! Wu Ruo!!”

“You’re here too?”

“Can’t I be here? I just came with my senior sister to check out the Demon Sect. I’m not here for you!” Jiang Qingbei spoke, then covered her mouth, nearly vomiting. “Ugh! Senior sister flew too fast. I couldn’t keep up.”

Wu Ruo patted her back, helping her calm her breathing. Du Chuncao also curiously approached, volunteering to treat her.

“Forget it! You look sickly yourself, with blood clotted all over you. This young lady doesn’t need your help!”

“You look so weak, anyone would think you just fought three hundred rounds with the Demon Sect’s Right Emissary!”

The young lady and Du Chuncao quickly became familiar with each other through bickering. Wu Ruo couldn’t be bothered to intervene. She had already refined part of the spiritual power passed down to her by Witch Lord Cheng, which originated from the elder’s own cultivation, not the life force of the wish-makers in the Red Temple.

Should she go out? If she did, the Right Emissary and Luo Qingyi were still fighting. Her current strength wasn’t yet on par with the Right Emissary’s, so she couldn’t afford to become a burden to Luo Qingyi.

But staying here, she couldn’t help worrying about Luo Qingyi.

What exactly was that black, enclosed space? The spiritual sense she released was almost entirely sucked in, with only a small amount returning to her consciousness. Was Luo Qingyi in danger?

No one could give her an answer. Wu Ruo could only clench her fists tightly, silently hoping for Luo Qingyi’s victory.

As she nervously observed the changes outside, she suddenly heard a tremendous roar. The air exploded with an intense blast, as if forcibly inflated from within, using an incredibly powerful airflow to seal off the entire dark, enclosed space.

The earth-shaking Hundred Coffins Technique shattered like countless sparks, and the masked woman fell to the ground like a rag, limbs bleeding, gnashing her teeth in fury.

In contrast, Luo Qingyi landed gracefully on her toes, her sleeves fluttering. Her plain white Daoist robe wasn’t the sect uniform of the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect just an ordinary robe without any spiritual enhancements yet it flowed around her elegantly, as if she were a deity.

It seemed Luo Qingyi had achieved a flawless victory.

If she hadn’t seen Luo Qingyi gently cover her mouth.

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