The bloody stench in the darkness was suddenly scattered by a violent wind. The dark gold patterns on the back of Ye Fan's neck suddenly grew burning hot—a warning of approaching danger. Almost simultaneously, he spun around, holding the Jiuxiao Huanpei horizontally across his chest, just in time to see Ye Wuji's figure squeeze out of the void like a ghost. Ye Wuji's whites of his eyes were completely bloodshot, the corners of his mouth split back to his ears, and black energy billowed between his palms, as if he intended to grind the entire secret chamber into dust.
"Little brat, taste this move!" Ye Wuji's voice carried the harsh grating sound of scraping metal. The instant he thrust his palms forward, Ye Fan felt a sudden oppression in his chest, as if a mountain were crushing down upon him. He bit the tip of his tongue, the salty-sweet taste of blood spreading in his mouth, as the phantom mountains and rivers inside his Inner World suddenly surged by three inches. The dark gold patterns chased up his spine toward the Jiuxiao Huanpei, causing the zither body to emit a cyan-gold halo that forcibly met half the force of that wave of energy.
"Old bastard, you're distracted!" Mo Liusu's short blade thrust out, grazing Ye Fan's ear. The faint blue light trail on the blade drew a bolt of lightning through the darkness—it was the mark of the Nether Palace's "Bone-Corroding Poison," the very poison Ye Wuji had once used to kill her three apprentices. The short blade pierced prec…
Chapter 354