Chapter 1072: The Demon Cult Makes Its Move
The Corpse Sect Door Master, along with his Holy Light Shield, was sent flying by Bai Xue's whip. Although the Holy Light Shield didn't shatter from Bai Xue's attack, numerous cracks appeared on it.
Judging by the situation, one more strike at most, and the Holy Light Shield on the Corpse Sect Door Master would shatter. Bai Xue had confidence in her own strength; as long as she could land another successful blow on the Holy Light Shield, she could not only guarantee its shattering but also had absolute certainty of pulverizing the Corpse Sect Door Master's physical body with that one strike.
Bai Xue knew that Yang Haoran harbored killing intent towards the Corpse Sect Door Master, so she had no reservations whatsoever. Having failed to kill the Corpse Sect Door Master with one blow, she immediately gave chase, preparing to land a second strike.
Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng, seeing this, naturally wanted to intervene. However, before the two of them could make another move, a sharp sword qi already tore through the air towards them.
The person who had suddenly struck was none other than Ye Zhiqiu. He had remained silent since his appearance, but he knew precisely what should and should not be done.
Ye Zhiqiu's sword strike was very powerful, forcing Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng to dodge. Their evasion naturally prevented them from immediately assisting the Corpse Sect Door Master.
Just as Bai Xue's powerful snake tail was about to lash out at the Holy Light Shield once more, at this very crucial moment, an unexpected scene unfolded again.
Behind the Corpse Sect Door Master, a spatial rift suddenly appeared. A bloody aura surged out from the rift, and the Corpse Sect Door Master, still flying backward, rushed into the spatial rift before he could even react.
The spatial rift rapidly healed. Bai Xue's eyes gleamed with a cold light. She didn't stop her attack, but allowed her snake tail to lash out at the healing spatial cracks. Furthermore, in such a situation, even if she wanted to stop her attack, it was already too late.
This spatial rift was clearly not opened by the Corpse Sect Door Master, nor was it opened by Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng of the Holy Mother Cult. The two were preparing to use Holy Arts and had just been interrupted by Ye Zhiqiu; they naturally couldn't afford to be distracted tearing open a spatial rift to allow the Corpse Sect Door Master to escape.
Moreover, there was another point that proved this spatial rift was not the work of the Holy Mother Cult: when the rift opened, a large amount of visible blood mist spewed out, and the Holy Mother Cult's members did not possess such methods.
Bai Xue didn't know who had opened this spatial rift, but she knew Yang Haoran wanted to kill the Corpse Sect Door Master. Thus, she mentally sentenced the Corpse Sect Door Master to death. She would spare no effort to kill him, even if he had already entered the spatial rift. As long as she shattered the rapidly healing spatial rift in time, she might interrupt the teleportation, or even directly slay the Corpse Sect Door Master.
Just as Bai Xue's snake tail was about to strike the rapidly healing spatial rift, the blood mist spewing from within the rift condensed into a blood-red figure. This figure then punched out at the incoming snake tail.
BOOM! ! !
With a resounding bang, the fist and snake tail collided. The bloody figure couldn't withstand the immense power of Bai Xue's strike and was instantly scattered. However, Bai Xue's snake tail was delayed by this bloody figure. By the time her snake tail shattered the figure, it was too late; the spatial rift had completely healed, and her snake tail whipped through empty air.
The spatial rift vanished, and along with it, naturally, the severely wounded Corpse Sect Door Master.
The cooked duck had flown away; Yang Haoran's goal of slaying the Corpse Sect Door Master remained unfulfilled. Bai Xue couldn't help but feel a surge of intense fury in her heart. She let out a roar, her gaze chillingly fixed on Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng.
Although she knew the spatial rift just now wasn't their doing, if not for these two interfering, the Corpse Sect Door Master would have already been devoured by her. How could he have successfully escaped?
Bearing her inner rage, Bai Xue swayed her snake body and dove down towards Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng's position.
"You let him go, so you two shall pay with your lives!"
Before the attack arrived, her chilling voice preceded it. Bai Xue's words carried an undisguised, powerful killing intent. Xia Xinger remained calm upon hearing them, but Zuo Meng's brows furrowed deeply, and her eyes gleamed with a cold light.
"Stop,"
Yang Haoran's faint chuckle rang out. As soon as he spoke, Ye Zhiqiu merely glanced at Yang Haoran, asking no further questions, nor did he swing his long sword again.
Although he didn't continue his attack on Xia Xinger and the other, he didn't fully sheath his long sword. Instead, he held the sword in one hand and a wine flask in the other, tilting his head back to gulp down a mouthful of strong liquor.
Not fully sheathing his long sword was, of course, a precaution. Should any sudden situation arise requiring him to draw his sword, he, having not fully put it away, would be able to strike immediately.
Bai Xue's rapidly diving body abruptly halted in mid-air. She looked at Yang Haoran, her gaze filled with intense doubt. She wanted to ask Yang Haoran for the reason, but after a moment of hesitation, she temporarily suppressed her confusion and anger. A flash of green light enveloped her, and she reverted to her human form, her body clad in a tight black outfit. Then, with a flicker, she returned to Yang Haoran's side.
At the same time, the severely wounded Huang Sha and Xiang Chuan also arrived behind Yang Haoran.
Seeing that Yang Haoran had no intention of continuing his attack, Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng naturally wouldn't make a move either. The two of them looked towards Yang Haoran, while Yang Haoran directed his gaze towards Xia Xinger.
More precisely, ever since Xia Xinger appeared, Yang Haoran's gaze hadn't left her. It wasn't because he harbored any improper thoughts towards Xia Xinger, but rather because of her identity.
"Hehe," Yang Haoran said with a smile, "I originally intended to kill that Corpse Sect Door Master today, not because of any personal grudge—I have none with him—but because he is an enemy of our entire Underworld Office. As an Emissary of Death of the Underworld Office, encountering such a person naturally means I must eliminate them. However, Emissary Xia's insistence on saving this person makes it very difficult for me to explain to my superiors."
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, and as he did, he gently beckoned towards the distance. The Remnant Moon, which had been driven into the ground by the holy light, burst forth from the earth, emitting a hum. It then transformed into a black streak and rapidly shot towards him.
By the time his words fell, the Remnant Moon had returned to his side, slowly spinning above his shoulder. Even the dense Yin Qi couldn't obscure the icy gleam emanating from its blade.
"Emissary Yang misunderstands," Xia Xinger said calmly. "My appearance today was merely to prevent Emissary Yang from creating more slaughter, which is why I intervened and asked Emissary Yang to show mercy. You are right, I indeed wished to save the Corpse Sect Door Master, but the one who just saved him was not me, but someone else."
Xia Xinger spoke with a calm expression, while Yang Haoran chuckled softly before replying.
"Hehe, of course I know there was someone else. After all, the methods they used were completely different from those of your Holy Mother Cult. I believe your Holy Mother Cult doesn't possess such strange and bloody Holy Arts. However, whether the person who acted was a helper invited by Emissary Xia, that I cannot be sure of."
Yang Haoran's words made Zuo Meng's brows furrow even deeper. However, she didn't speak, knowing that with Xia Xinger present, she had no right to interject. Thus, she could only suppress the anger in her heart.
"Judging by the methods of the person who just acted, they should be from the Demon Cult. Presumably, Emissary Yang also knows the doctrines of our Holy Mother Cult: as a Saint, I hold no prejudice against any force or any individual, and I believe the other followers of my cult are the same. However, there is one point I must clarify to Emissary Yang: I have no cooperation whatsoever with the Demon Cult, and the person who just rescued the Corpse Sect Door Master has no connection to me. I had no idea such a thing would happen."
Xia Xinger spoke calmly. Yang Haoran, after listening, nodded with a smile, as if he believed Xia Xinger's words. As for whether he truly believed Xia Xinger's words, different people would naturally have different opinions.
"Hehe," Yang Haoran said with a smile, "I heard the Demon Cult's methods are always bloody and cruel. I believe Emissary Xia would have no dealings with them."
Xia Xinger responded calmly.
"As I just stated, as a Saint of the Holy Mother Cult, all forces and all individuals are the same in my eyes."
Yang Haoran let out a small laugh upon hearing this, then said with a smile.
"Hehe, look at my memory. I've forgotten what Emissary Xia just said; how improper of me. By the way, may I ask why Emissary Xia was so insistent on saving the Corpse Sect Door Master?"
Yang Haoran circled back, returning the question to its original theme. Although Xia Xinger had already given an answer, it wasn't the reply he wanted to hear.
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