He lifted his leg and effortlessly flung Bai Shuo away. Her small frame couldn’t withstand the force of his demon power; her ribs shattered, and she coughed up blood as she fell to the ground.
The Qian brothers quickly pinned Bai Shuo down, afraid she’d disrupt the Spirit Lord’s meal.
“A-Shuo!” Seeing this, Bai Xi couldn’t bear to flee and rushed toward Bai Shuo.
“You may not have a trace of spirit energy, but your flesh is tender. I’ll reluctantly eat you as well to save your sister from a lonely death!” The cloaked man laughed wildly. Raising his hand, a dark light emanated from his palm, lifting Bai Xi into the air. The dark light bound her tightly, drawing her inch by inch toward him.
His blood-red eyes glowed with bloodlust and greed as he inhaled her scent, baring his terrifyingly sharp fangs.
“A-Xi!” Bai Shuo’s voice was hoarse, but the Qian brothers held her firmly to the ground.
“Monster! You want spirit energy! Even if I die, I won’t let you have your way!”
As A-Xi saw Bai Shuo’s face covered in blood, she swiftly pulled a jade hairpin from her hair and, in the moment she was drawn toward the cloaked man by the dark energy, stabbed it toward her own neck without hesitation.
“A-Xi!” A heart-wrenching cry erupted from Bai Shuo’s mouth, raw and animalistic.
A stream of blood gushed from A-Xi’s pale neck, splattering onto Bai Shuo’s eyes. Her vision turned a deep red, and it was as if the entire world became soaked in blood.
The cloaked man and the Qian brothers were stunned by the sudden turn of events.
Not far off, Bai Xun, following the faint cart tracks, heard his daughter’s scream. His face turned pale, and he led his personal soldiers in a rush toward the rear mountain of the imperial tombs.
In midair, A-Xi’s warm body slowly went limp, the jade hairpin falling from her hand, shattering into two pieces as it hit the ground.
Huge tears welled in Bai Shuo’s blood-streaked eyes. She also had a hairpin like this one, a gift from their mother on their seventh birthday. Bai Shuo had always preferred tying her hair with cloth, never carrying the hairpin with her. And now, she couldn’t even join A-Xi in death.
The cloaked man was jolted back to reality by the sound of the jade shattering. Seeing A-Xi now dead, anger welled up in his eyes.
When a person dies, their spirit is extinguished, and their destined fate along with it—let alone any spiritual energy. How could he, a proud demon lord, have his plans ruined by a mere mortal child! Enraged by this humiliation, the cloaked man lost all rationality. With a furious roar, he hurled A-Xi’s lifeless body, still wrapped in dark energy, at Bai Shuo on the ground.
“Cursed brat! You dare mock me? I’ll ensure your souls are obliterated, that you’re reduced to ashes, forever condemned to purgatory!”
On the ground, Bai Shuo, her vision blurred with blood, saw only A-Xi’s body flying toward her, cloaked in darkness. Summoning all her strength, she broke free from the Qian brothers, knelt on the ground, and closed her eyes, ready to catch A-Xi’s body.
Even in death, she couldn’t let A-Xi make this journey alone.
In that hopeless moment, as all turned to darkness, a light descended upon the earth. The world seemed to freeze suddenly—no more sinister, lingering ghostly aura, no more raging screams, even her broken ribs slowly mended, flesh knitting back together.
It felt like a miracle!
Bai Shuo opened her eyes, a gentle light washing over her vision, clearing the blood-stained blur from her eyes. She saw A-Xi’s body gently lowered before her, cradled by a purple light.
She crawled over, took A-Xi’s cold hand, and looked up to witness an unforgettable sight.
Under the vast purple moon stood a tall figure.
The man’s hair was as black as ink, his ancient robes flowing under the moonlight, his presence overwhelmingly captivating.
Suspended in the void appeared a throne bearing a purple insignia. He sat casually, casting a detached glance toward the cloaked man below the imperial tombs.
The cloaked man, who had been so arrogant moments before, fell to the ground the instant he saw the purple moon. One look from this newcomer left him wide-eyed and stupefied.
How could this be? How could he appear? Even when the great god Yuan Qi was reduced to ashes, he hadn’t appeared. Why would he descend to a mere imperial tomb in the mortal realm today?
“Obliterate the soul? Condemn to purgatory?” The man’s lips curved into a smirk, his black boots tapping lightly on the throne, creating a crisp sound that echoed through the silence. His voice was soft, yet it weighed down on the cloaked man, who trembled uncontrollably.
Hearing his words and observing his demeanor, Bai Shuo finally understood the true meaning of unrestrained, wicked arrogance.
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