Chapter 129

Chapter 129: The Demon Core With that, Xiangliu summoned his curved blades. Wearing his ice-crystal mask, clad in white with white hair, he spun and fluttered through the trees like a snowflake. As his figure drifted, the curved blades trailed white light, causing the leaves from all directions to swirl upward in his wake before falling to the ground and shattering into powder. In a daze, Xiaoyao recalled that fierce, life-or-death battle between Xiangliu and Xuan decades ago. Even killing, he was beautiful. Every seemingly graceful dance was actually a cold and ruthless slaughter... Over the past two years, she seemed to have forgotten that he was Xiangliu the Nine-Life, cold-hearted and merciless, responsible for countless deaths. He was the military strategist of the Chenrong Army, cunning, vicious, and completely ruthless. When they first met, he had lashed her forty times with a whip, and right now, her back felt as if it were burning with pain all over again... Back then, he had turned his hand into claws and ruthlessly dug into her flesh, a pain still stained in blood... Her whole body inexplicably began to tremble...