The God of Sky & Earth

"This is how it was, what is there to fear? Even if Yun Lingfeng gains any suprbenefits, he will still not be a match for Su Yi if he is still alive. He is the top figure among the younger generation of the Divine Sword School, and Yun Lingfeng is not his equal."

There were quite a few brave outer disciples whispering, Su Yi, although fierce, had never oppressed them. This made them all feel a sense of injustice for Su Yi.

While inside the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, Su Yi had dominated over all the inner disciples and many direct disciples, but he had never laid a hand on the outer disciples.

The setting sun, shrouded in clouds, bathed in blood-red hues.

"Hiss, hiss..."

In a quiet courtyard, beneath towering trees, a Ninth Nether Demon Sneak slithered, displaying its serpentine grace.

"That person, though annoying, wasn't deserving of death. I clearly don't like him, so why does my heart feel so uncomfortable?"

Mu Yao gazed at the setting sun, her tender red lips murmured softly, as if beckoning for a sweet embrace. However, her expression becgrave, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

The Ninth Nether Demon Sneak nestled against Mu Yao, seemingly sensing her emotions. It affectionately rubbed against her, as if wanting to comfort Mu Yao.

The void trembled slightly, and a figure appeared silently. It was a woman who appeared to be in her fifties but looked remarkably young. She had a graceful figure and wore elegant yet luxurious attire, with her lustrous black hair elegantly tied up into a flowing cloud-like bun.

"Whoooosh..."

Upon seeing the beautiful woman approaching, the Ninth Nether Demon Sneak immediately showed a look of reverence, bowing its head and dare not lift it easily.

"Master."

Upon seeing the beautiful woman approaching, Mu Yao immediately stood up and ran towards her. She asked the woman, "How is Master doing?"

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On the fair face of the beautiful woman, within her bright and deeply mysterious eyes, a touch of regret flashed. She shook her head gently at Mu Yao and spoke softly, "Divine Sword Valley was once set up personally by the founder of the Divine Sword School. But now, it has completely collapsed and buried everything within. No one can enter anymore."

"Master, could it be true that he really..."

Mu Yao's nose inexplicably tingled, and in an instant, her last trace of hope shattered.

"Even if he is still alive, it is impossible for him to cout again."

The beautiful woman shook her head, a look of regret on her face as she whispered, "Such a young lad, meeting such a tragic end. It's truly unfortunate."

"If that scoundrel is still alive, then maybe I won't bother him anymore. Although I don't like him, I don't want him to die..." Mu Yao murmured softly, her eyes unexpectedly becoming moist.

"Old Su seemed to like that boy a lot. If he knew... he would probably feel uneasy in his heart too..."

At this moment, the beautiful woman also seemed slightly absent-minded.

The lingering glow of the setting sun filled the empty sky.

Gong Qi's eyes grew distant, as memories of a face with a hint of a smile flickered in her mind.

Are you fond ofand wish to marry me? But even if you were to marry me, I truly don't have any Dark Spirit Fruits to give you...

These words echoed in Gong Qi's mind, the scene vividly replaying, lingering without fade.

"Why do I suddenly recall him, even though I despise him so much..."

Gong Qi murmured to herself, her eyes sparkling with beauty.

The mountains overlapped, grand and magnificent.

This was a sacred land, stretching for thousands and thousands of miles.

Between the ink-blue mountain peaks, mist began to rise, painting the tips of the green peaks like a brushstroke landscape painting, resembling a fairyland.

"Zoom...!"

Upon the mountain peak, a graceful silhouette dressed in fiery red bathed in the glow of the sunset. In each hand, she tightly held a gracefully curved blade, with flashes of light tracing the path of every swing. With a turn of her wrist, the blades calive, gleaming brightly.

The two curved blades danced, spinning slowly at first, gradually picking up speed.

"Whooooosh..."

As the blades swung, crescent-shaped beams of light sliced through the air, growing faster and faster. They swept up the scattered stones and fallen leaves from the ground, forming a whirlwind-like gust as if the debris had transformed into a powerful vortex.

The glimmering blades sliced through the air, while the fiery-red figure moved gracefully like a young swallow. The twin blades flickered like lightning, casting shimmering crescent beams that merged with the enchanting red silhouette.

The crimson gleam of the blades and the fiery-red figure coalesced on the mountaintop, creating a sea of flames. The woman's supple waist swayed with the dance of the twin blades, as if she were a celestial being, gracefully enveloped within the radiant glow of the crescent-shaped blades.

After a long while, the crescent-shaped gleam of the blades faded away, leaving behind the standing figure in the fiery-red attire. With her hands curved before her, as if forming an arc, the elegant silhouette exuded a resolute and gallant presence.

This graceful silhouette belonged to a young girl of around sixteen or seventeen years old. Her complexion was fair as snow, radiating unmatched beauty and exceptional charm.

Gazing at the blood-red sunset, the young girl's resplendent face glowed with brilliance, yet it carried a lingering sense of silence.

"Martial Sister Ruoxi's strength is becoming more and more terrifying!"

A voice could be heard as a young girl of around sixteen or seventeen years old appeared on the mountain.

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"Elder Sister Li Ling."

The woman in the red robe turned her head and smiled slightly, unperturbed. It seemed as if she had known someone would clong before.

"I just finished my close-door cultivating and thought I'd cto see you."

The girl's lips were as rosy as sakura, her eyebrows resembling an ink painting. She was not much younger than the woman in the red robe, just slightly older.

If Su Yi were here, he would surely recognize her. This girl is none other than Li Ling, who had once visited Man City and hails from Sacred Mountain. They had crossed paths before.

"It looks like Elder Sister Li Ling has made great progress again,"

The young girl in the red robe smiled gracefully, her bright eyes shining like stars, clear and pure. The curves beneath her red robe were delicate and graceful, her figure alluring. The red robe seemed to emit a fiery aura, while her demeanor was as solitary as a winter plum, exuding a kind of dignified elegance.

This was a beauty different from Li Ling's. Li Ling's beauty was enough to make any man unable to resist stealing a few more glances.

However, the beauty of the girl in the red robe was somewhat entirely different, with a hint of bewitchment but devoid of charm. It was a kind of beauty that made men hesitate to approach and ignited jealousy in women.

"I've made great progress, but I can't compare to you, my dear, you're just too amazing."

Li Ling smiled and gazed at the girl in the red robe, seemingly hesitant to speak her mind.

"Did the senior sister cfor something?"

The girl in the red robe felt it, and she smiled gracefully. Her eyes curved like crescent moons, and with that smile, it seemed as if her elegance and charm overflowed. Every subtle expression on her face exuded an aura of a noble and graceful tulip.

As the evening sun began to set, the girl in the red robe seemed to be enveloped in a layer of crimson haze, like a delicate mist, creating an enchanting and surreal scene. She appeared like a rare and vibrant blossom, radiating unmatched beauty.

"I just cout of confinement and received snews. I don't know if I should tell you or not..."

Li Ling hesitated, gently smiling. Her temperament was different from the girl in the red robe, yet equally captivating. If two more years were to pass, she might beca peerless beauty, enchanting and exquisite beyond words.

"What news could make Senior Sister so worried?" The girl in the red robe beccurious as well. The news that could make Senior Sister so anxious must be extraordinary.