The night wind swept across the hills, carrying the scent of blood. Ye Fan stood at the highest point, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. When the sharp edge of the Black Lotus Flag pierced the darkness, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—a palpitation identical to the one he felt when his dao companion died a tragic death in his past life. But this time, the sapling in his Inner World was sprouting branches and leaves, and four familiar auras, like four hot irons, were firmly nailed to his heart.
"A-Ye." A warm breath brushed against his ear; Su Qingxue had appeared at his side at some point. The red peony in her hair had been knocked askew by the recent explosion, and she was now standing on tiptoe to fix it, her fingertips pausing as they touched the stem—that was the wound that had split open when she blocked the bone sword for him earlier, and beads of blood were trickling down between her fingers, glowing pale red in the moonlight.
Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and just as he was about to raise his hand, a clear, ringing sound of a sword came from the other side. Lin Zhaoyue stood holding her sword, the spine of the Primordial Sword covered in fine cracks. As her slender fingertips gently brushed over the cracks, sword Qi burrowed into the gaps like a living thing. "Even bone swords from the Star Shattering Realm can crack my sword, but the Nether Palace's First Palace Master's Nether Blade..." She raised her eyes to look at the dust and …
Chapter 399