Chapter 627: Chapter 563: Lotus Fire Futu

Baili An froze, a bit slow to react, “The wine incident in the mountain town, you…”

Ye Lian said, “Half a year ago, the Alcohol Demon caused havoc, splitting into three thousand Demon Wines within Xihai City, bewitching the local Zhang Family to take the Demon Path, secretly hunting down girls in the city who had yet to be betrothed, using the blood of young girls to brew wine and nourish the soul.

The entire Zhang Family knew about this, nurturing demons in pursuit of longevity through drinking, Ye Lian believes that our Young Master had no fault in exterminating the Zhang Family, that was the Zhang Family reaping their own evil results, but after all, it involved the Young Master.”

Baili An couldn’t help but smile, “Miss Ye, rest assured, I have met Miss Su Jing in Xianling City, and the misunderstanding has already been cleared up, it’s not really a big deal.”

Ye Lian was stunned and speechless, “The Young Master’s most cherished mask was destroyed, and she met you again yet did not continue to make things difficult for you?”

The mask he had always worn for over two hundred years shattered like that, on that day in the backyard of the Zhang Family’s residence, she found the Young Master’s appearance frightening, and now this is considered not really a big deal?

Seeing Ye Lian’s incredulous expression, Baili An felt she was really making a mountain out of a molehill.

How did she and the others come to view their Young Master as so unreasonable?

“Miss Ye jests, though precious, the rabbit mask is after all, just an object, and Miss Su Jing is very nice, not faulting me for these things.”

Baili An glanced at Su Xi, who had been quietly and silently on the side for a long time, and hinted, “The Demon Lord is no ordinary person, Miss Ye, faking your death won’t deceive her for long, heal your injuries and think of a way to get her out of the Demon World as soon as possible?”

Su Xi laughed coldly, “When did I ever say I’d let her off.”

Baili An smiled and said, “As you wish.”

Without much more small talk with the two, he quickly pushed the door and left in haste.

Su Xi watched Baili An’s figure disappear with a profound look in his eyes, he noticed Ye Lian staring at him for some reason.

His spine stiffened slightly, and his voice was cold, “What are you staring at me for?”

“I thought…” Ye Lian hesitated, her expression was somewhat blank and puzzled.

Su Xi instantly understood, his cold, mocking laughter said, “You thought that if he saw me here, I would have killed him.”

Ye Lian was instantly at a loss for words, she looked down and gently caressed her wound, her eyes that were usually clear and bright now seemed to be veiled with a faint haze, as if hiding many worries.

The worries she harbored, she never shared with him, because she would only confide in Jiachen, and he could never truly guess what she was really thinking.

Su Xi’s expression grew colder, he took a deep breath, his mood becoming increasingly irritable, and he said no more.

After a battle, his vitality had burned vigorously, now gradually cooling down, and the aftereffects of overusing the power of the Mohe were subtly eroding his body.

He turned to pour himself a cup of tea to settle his nerves, the half-opened door was suddenly burst wide open, Chang Feng swept in, the solid wooden door torn with Sword Qi, instantly shattered into pieces, the splintered wood flying like countless tiny Flying Swords, shooting towards Su Xi’s face.

Su Xi’s gaze chilled suddenly, the tea he held steadily in his hand swiftly gathered in the cup, compressing inward, water naturally formless, yet under his enigmatic control of qi, continuously squeezed smaller.

An entire cup of tea, finally in the cup condensed into an extremely fine and long sliver of ice, the ice was the clear green of the tea and about the length of a dagger.

With a flick of his finger, the ice blade shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, carrying terrifying momentum, and those finely charged Spiritual Power wood splinters passed through the ice blade’s draft, instantly shattered into countless fragments, gently falling like fluff.

The ice blade’s momentum continued, splitting in mid-air into innumerable thin, cutting ice edges, the scattered pieces of ice creating a beautiful scene, refracting and chopping up the surrounding light.

Amid the shattered light of heaven, an Ancient Sword shone with a faint gleam in the gentle breeze of the garden, a fair-skinned hand like jade manipulating the blade meant for slaughter, meeting with the thousand shattered ice shards in mid-air.

As splinters flew, curtains in the room fluttered like rolling leaves and petals, Lotus Fire dancing lightly amid the sword light.

Ice and fire, under the force of two auras, disappeared like flowing sand.

In that simple exchange, Su Xi had completely grasped the Realm Cultivation of this uninvited guest.

Indeed, that blade for slaughter was no ordinary weapon; its master’s control of the soldier Dao Sword Intent was indeed awe-inspiring, even he couldn’t help but be impressed.

The sword was an Ancient Sword, but the Sword Holder was a newcomer, far too young in his presence.

Although the other party’s Talent was too exceptional, after all, he was just a ‘junior’.

Su Xi gave a cold laugh, murderous intent surged in his eyes, his left hand forming a fist, Fist Intent turning sharp and rapid, black electricity patterns like roaming dragons spreading from his fist to his whole arm.

The sleeves of his arms burst into ash inch by inch, revealing an arm covered with ancient black Demon Marks, each stroke contained a terrifying might of heaven and earth.

Thunder filled the sky, one punch blasted out, the overwhelming force dispersed into three thousand Black Pythons of thunder, a corner of pure white clothes, and a pair of cold eyes as clear as white water and Black Mountain, reflecting in the impervious thunder light.

Under this punch, the Emotion Slayer Sword’s Spiritual Power completely dissipated, the ancient sword body’s Spiritual Flow fell into chaos, and the Longsword cried out in grief and trembled.

The hand holding the sword seemed unable to bear the force within the sword, Emotion Slayer Sword flew out of hand, spiraling in the air, finally embedding itself in the ceiling.

Su Xi’s fingers spread, three thousand thunder pythons converging into a dragon above his head.

Ye Lian’s complexion greatly changed, she urgently cried out, “Don’t kill her!”

The fist covered in the Demon Mark of thunder and lightning was barely suspended in front of Su Jing, her shoulders with their elegant hanging black hair wildly whipping behind her.