Chapter 619: Chapter 558: Peacock Tragedy_2

He was particularly concerned about what Shu Ci had said just now.

She said that Ning Feiyan would inevitably die at this Monarch’s Return Banquet. So what exactly was this conspiracy involving death?

Baili An did not believe that it would be the Peacock King.

At this moment, a tide-like chorus of gasps emanated from the Monarch’s Return Banquet.

Because atop the altar, the leaf belonging to the Peacock King and Ning Feiyan was rapidly turning red, and the surface of the leaf continuously seeped tiny, crimson Blood Pearls.

Yet this battle lasted merely the time it took for an incense stick to burn, something unheard of in later challenges.

In a flurry of dazzling light, the Peacock King slowly descended from the altar.

The demons watched the Peacock King’s multicolored Light Wings that had unfolded behind him at some unknown time, their eyes filled with surprise and shock.

They thought that dealing with such a grievously injured person, the usually haughty Peacock King actually summoned his wings. It seemed even if the River Lord were gravely injured, he was by no means easy prey.

But only he walked out from the Qingye World, could he really have cruelly killed Ning Feiyan within the Qingye World?

In previous years’ Monarch’s Return Banquet, the challenge never lacked those who died in defeat. Hence the arena was long equipped with Demon Servants specifically responsible for cleaning up the lost worlds within the leaves.

The Demon Servants waiting outside the arena, though greatly moved by Ning Feiyan’s death, did not hesitate in their duties and quickly entered the arena, prepared to clean up the battlefield.

Mi Lu’s face was deathly pale, and he looked as if his soul had fled his body, his eyes fixed on the Peacock King standing solemnly below the altar, his body trembling with hatred.

Jun Yi took steady steps as if intending to return to his original place, while the other demons appeared as if they were in a dream.

Did the Fourth River just change its leadership?

Suddenly, Jun Yi’s wings unfolded greatly, and at that moment, he stirred up a great wind and fierce fire, driving back the surrounding Demon Clan by force.

The demons assumed that he had won the battle about to become Mohe, their hearts filled with excitement and agitation. Yet with the Demon Lord presiding over here, his arrogance appeared somewhat ungrateful.

Thus, numerous Demon Clan members voiced their displeasure.

Jun Yi ignored them all, continuing toward his originally intended direction, his brows growing tighter with each step, the malice on his face deepening.

On the imperial platform, the Female Demon Lord suddenly tapped lightly on the desk, seemingly triggering some kind of switch, as Jun Yi’s footsteps abruptly halted.

A shocking scene unfolded.

His body began to tremble faintly as if shaking off fragile snowflakes, and a thin stream of blood slowly seeped from beneath his bright red lips.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the feathers of his recently spread wings became erect, and a sharp and intense noise emanated from between the feathers, like the sound of sword edges slicing through.

Jun Yi’s complexion suddenly turned dreadfully sinister, and tiny Blood Pearls began to squeeze out from his pores and skin.

His back feathers fell colorfully, and between his wings, visible white filaments flowed in constant movement, erupting with countless sharp Sword Intents.

In the end, the ambitious and indomitable Peacock King fell straight down like a tree uprooted, quickly pooling a large spot of blood beneath him.

“Cough, cough,” a soft cough disrupted the deeply shocked gaze of the crowd.

The red leaves turned green, and Ning Feiyan ethereally stepped out from the world within the leaf.

She looked no different from before she left, her clothes and hair undisturbed. Upon exiting, she pressed her palm against her chest, occasionally coughing lightly, still bearing that sickly and listless appearance.

Due to her continual coughing, her pale lips tinged with a few shades of sickly crimson against her pallid skin, appearing both ill and alluring, bearing no trace of the fierce battle.

If not for the Peacock King lying on the ground, unsure of life or death, they might think such pale, delicate beauty had just returned from a stroll among fresh blooms.

In this silence, Ning Feiyan, with a languid and weary lift of her eyelids, spoke in a slightly powerless voice, “A sudden snowfall has cooled the ground, why not promptly help the Peacock King up.”

The Demon Servants responsible for cleaning the battlefield, startled as if waking from a dream, hurriedly went to help Jun Yi up.

Checking his pulse, it was fortunately not a death pulse.

However, what was frightening was that upon touch, the bones of the Peacock King felt as if they had been crushed inch by inch.

Such a cruel method.

Considering that he had left the Qingye World and still managed to endure the pain and walk so far, it was nothing short of a miracle.

The Peacock King was quickly taken away.

Mi Lu stared in a daze for a long time before bursting into loud laughter, casting a fooling glance at the Female Demon Lord. This time he had learned his lesson, merely feeling secretly elated, refraining from unrestrained mocking.

Qi Ren was also quite shocked and baffled, thinking to himself that maybe today she really could retain her position in Mohe.

As Ning Feiyan returned to her seat, Shu Ci lifted her glass to congratulate her: “Being so severely injured, I thought the River Lord might break with his next breath. I never imagined you still had the capability to severely injure Jun Yi, I admire that.”

Ning Feiyan smiled demurely, “It’s merely luck.”

Shu Ci indifferently said, “If luck really favored the River Lord, you wouldn’t have ended up with such deadly injuries. In such a dire situation, the River Lord was able to easily defeat Jun Yi. May I boldly speculate, if the River Lord were not injured, might you have the skill to challenge the top three River Lords?”

Ning Feiyan covered her mouth with her sleeve and coughed twice, lowering her sleeve lo reveal a lovely and pitiful appearance. She smiled wryly and shook her head, “I know my own limited skills and talent all too well, how could I compare to the respected top three River Lords? Now, burdened with these grave illnesses, I only hope to hold onto my river position without losing it.”

Shu Ci finished her wine and looked deeply at her, “Your luck, it really isn’t good.”

Ning Feiyan’s beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze dropping and sleeves gathered, she said with a laugh, “My lady’s luck indeed seems a bit poor. My clothing has gotten a bit bloody; I hope His Majesty allows me to go and change into clean garments.”

Female Demon Lord: “Granted.”

Ning Feiyan no longer engaged in verbal sparring with Shu Ci, gracefully picked up her skirts, and left the scene.

Baili An suddenly relaxed, placed gently on the ground by the Female Demon Lord. As he turned his head, he saw her looking at him with a magnanimously merciful expression, surprisingly allowing him to leave. His gaze somewhat incomprehensible: “Go see your master. After today, you may not see him again.”

A meaningful statement that unsettled Baili An. After a moment of consideration, he swiftly followed in the direction Ning Feiyan had left.

The Female Demon Lord, without a cat in her arms, pinched a red fruit between her fingertips, leisurely peeling the skin, her deep and dark gaze towards the stage catching a glimpse of two familiar figures. Her pupil deepened, her face showing a hint of cruel amusement.

Despite the two figures having changed their appearance, her exceptional eyesight recognized the two supreme geniuses from the Immortal Sect.

Watching the two, her eyes mostly stayed on Ning Feiyan.

She gently pushed the peeled red fruit into her lips, the smile in her eyes deepening, revealing a cat-playing-with-a-mouse gaze.

Indeed, no matter how many years had passed, these two women always had such audacity. Although unaware of their intentions, she might as well amuse herself with them.

Monarch’s Return Banquet, another rest area room.

At this moment, the Monarch’s Return Banquet had just begun, with no one around, Baili An transformed into his human form, following Ning Feiyan’s scent, and pushed open the wooden door of a room.

Upon entering, he saw the big red fox fur cape that had been draped over Ning Feiyan casually tossed on the embroidered cloud carpet.

It was early morning, and no lamps were lit inside the room, the lighting somewhat dim, but it did not hinder Baili An, who had long adapted to the dark, his vision.

The cold morning light penetrated the muslin windows, slanting across the floor and casting mottled patterns onto Ning Feiyan’s clothing.

Beneath the big red cape, she wore a dress of particularly

simple color, starkly different from the flamboyant purple she usually favored.

The plain white dress, embroidered with a ring of dark border at the cuffs, she leaned motionlessly by the desk.

That wide, plain attire seemed, at this moment, more like a tailor-made mourning dress for her.