Chapter 544: Chapter 278: Rebellious Disciple, Behold the Sword!_3

Beneath the purple Sect Robe, a scimitar exuding a chilling, eerie aura suddenly flew out—its blade like a crescent moon, without handle or guard.

The instant it whirled out, the light and space inside the hall twisted and darkened, as if disturbed by some invisible force.

The light dust in the air was swept by the Sword Energy, igniting instantaneously like phosphorus fires, swirling around Baili An, sealing his aura dead.

With a soft hiss, the scimitar, cold as the moon’s edge, cleaved across Baili An’s body.

In that instant, Ning Feiyan’s pupils widened, without a moment’s hesitation, she recalled the scimitar, controlling it with her qi, the blade quickly bending back in mid-air, slashing towards Su Jing.

Ning Feiyan’s expression was solemn and calm, she didn’t know how to describe the shock she felt.

The figure of Baili An, cut by the scimitar, slowly dissipated into smoke, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon on the water, his presence wiped clean, vanishing altogether.

Ning Feiyan, failing twice in her assault, did not linger long, intending to claim Su Jing’s life with one strike before withdrawing.

But the scimitar never truly landed, before being repelled by an unseen, invisible force, the slender blade edge sparking fiercely in midair as if it struck metal.

The scimitar rebounded swiftly, brushing past her and raising countless Gales, shredding her garments, the sharp Sword Energy grazing her skin, leaving an acute sting.

Before Ning Feiyan could call back the scimitar, a hand reached through the darkness from behind, grasping her neck.

The chilling, non-human temperature of the palm involuntarily made Ning Feiyan shudder.

She didn’t turn around; her face could even be described as tranquil, as she allowed the torn garment to slide slowly off her skin, revealing a delicate and exquisite body, her beautifully curved silhouette indistinct in the dim, fluctuating light.

Because she sensed the power and terrible oppressive aura of the youth behind her, as well as an unparalleled rage, yet she felt no murderous intent from him.

She was very curious about who this betrayer mentioned by him could be.

But the person behind her gave her no chance to react or think, the cold palm suddenly exerted force, ruthlessly pressing her body harshly down.

Forced to kneel with a heavy impact, like a child repeatedly caught in wrongdoing by an elder, fiercely made to kneel and admit fault, her knees ached vaguely.

Ning Feiyan furrowed her brows without expression; her mentality has always been strong—even with her body fully exposed to a stranger of the opposite sex, her face showed no sign of shame.

Even though with her status, this was the first time she’d been treated with such brazen disrespect, the first time she was naked before another.

But many years ago, she had already come to terms with it.

Not feigned composure, but truly indifferent calmness inside.

But the moment she was forced to kneel, Ning Feiyan’s face was seldom as cold as water.

The youth’s voice from behind echoed slowly: “A person who is not trustworthy is not known to be capable, what one says, one must do.”

She could feel the gaze from behind dominating, and suddenly the youth leaned closer, his cold breath circling her ear: “Arao, since I have accepted your humiliation, fulfilled your agreement, and was satisfied, why do you still break your oath and kill her, truly think I dare not move against you?”

Arao?

Arao…

Ning Feiyan’s pupils flared with a world-shaking light, her eyes suddenly widened, blood seemingly unable to reach her brain, as it took her a long while to realize whose name he had just uttered.

The shock on her face flashed past swiftly like a fast-moving lantern show, her lips slowly curved into an amusing arc.

It seemed… she had stumbled upon a truly significant secret.

In this world, very few knew the Female Demon Lord’s true name, let alone her intimate nickname.

But amusingly, she had a close private relationship with a female physician among the Demon Clan; she was even requested privately by that physician to go once a month to the Wasteland City, to deliver food supplies to the nominal parents of the Demon Lord when she was a child.

Perhaps even the Demon Lord herself was unaware.

In fact, she, Ning Feiyan of the Demon World’s Wuhe, knew the real name of the Female Demon Lord.

But what was interesting was that she could hear this name from the mouth of the corpse demon youth, even with the title of betrayer attached to it.

Ning Feiyan decided to go along with the misunderstanding, wanting to find out from the youth what other secrets about the Demon Lord were yet to be known.

She turned and smiled lightly, the corners of her eyes stretching into long, thin lines, mimicking the seductive and indifferent demeanor of the Female Demon Lord to perfection.

She didn’t know how the Female Demon Lord had humiliated this young master, nor what agreement had been made between them, but looking at the atmosphere, it was probably about the Female Demon Lord wanting to kill someone while the young master wanted to protect someone.

The master paid a very high price.

The Female Demon Lord accepted the price, but then reneged on the agreement, or still harmed the person he wanted to protect, thus earning a body full of hatred.

She found this story very interesting, her lips teasingly smiled: “Master speaks without reason, when have I ever been satisfied? Humiliation is to make you cry with humiliation before satisfaction can be claimed, besides, I haven’t yet killed her, right? How is this considered breaking the oath?”

She provoked intentionally, unaware that each word hit the nail on the head.

Behind her fell into a strange silence.

Undeterred, Ning Feiyan continued with a smile: “It’s only that the thing Master gave to his disciple was too light, hardly anything satisfying to speak of, so much time has passed, the disciple has completely forgotten, why doesn’t Master speak, what does the disciple truly want?”

Indeed, she was very curious, what did the Female Demon Lord want?

Why must it be this youth?

Could it be that he harbored a secret that could check the Demon Lord?

Tonight, was indeed a trip unnecessary.

Finally, the youth’s voice came again from behind, sounding somewhat dangerous, enunciating each word with clarity, teeth barely hidden: “Trivial! Insignificant!”

“One hundred years like a single day! You, this betrayer, speak to me of triviality! No memory!”

Why such a big reaction?

Just as Ning Feiyan furrowed her brow, contemplating a response, the palm at her neck pressed down suddenly, she was pushed harshly against the cold wall, her cheek throbbing with pain.

The faint scent of Sanqing Wine covered her from behind, sweeping over her with the wind, Ning Feiyan was at a loss to react to his sudden surge of anger, a pain she couldn’t describe surged from an unpredicted place within her.

Her slender arm violently supported herself on the wall, her legs, knelt on the soft couch, shook fiercely, nearly unable to maintain the kneel.

Ning Feiyan’s eyes widened suddenly, her furrowed brows filled with unbearable pain and distress.

Just a moment ago, when she was considering the worth of this venture, she was now utterly at a loss.

What did she say?

What happened?

Why did things suddenly take such a turn?

Entangled in purple miasma, Su Jing too was paralyzed, stunned, his dark pupils reflecting the figures closely entwined together, then his entire being began to fade, completely dumbfounded.