As the bone sword of the Jiuyou Nether Lord swept down, wreathed in black mist, the red peony behind Ye Fan's ear was lifted by the wind, brushing against his burning earlobe. This hint of warmth was like a fine needle, precisely piercing the scab formed in his heart by the prophecy of the "Lone Star" from his past life—the divination he overheard at age six, the betrayal he faced alone when he fell in his past life, and the bonds he had deliberately suppressed over the years all melted into a raging fire within the figures of the four women at this moment.
"Zhaoyue, guard the left!" He pressed his palm against the ground, and the newly solidified phantom of mountains and rivers within his Inner World suddenly trembled, the Power of the Heavenly Dao surging along the patterns of the Jiuxiao Huanpei into his fingertips. The ground split open in response, exposing the thunder-fire Array Core buried in advance.
Lin Zhaoyue's sword cleaved right above the Array Core, silver radiance colliding with lightning to burst into a blinding white glare. Leveraging the momentum, she spun, the blade-qi raised by the tip of her sword splitting a pouncing assassin in two. The jade hairpin in her hair gleamed coldly in the firelight, much like her tightly pressed lips line.
Chapter 397