Chapter 635: Chapter 567: Broken

“Quite unexpected,” he actually survived a move from Mr. Shu Ci without using the power of Mohe and did not die; what exactly is the origin of that sword?”

Zangxin, from the world beyond, squinted beneath his mask, a look of shock and suspicion flickering through his imposing, demonic gaze.

Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain perished ten thousand years ago at Kunlun Mountain, and Zangxin did not belong to that era; therefore, he was unfamiliar with the origin of this sword.

Zangxin involuntarily looked towards the Demon Lord, who sat silently atop the Time Platform.

Seeing her pupils deep and abysmal, her gaze steady as she observed the green leaves, and her expression inscrutable, it was difficult to tell whether she recognized the origin of the sword.

Mi Lu, forcing himself to stay alert, watched the battle intently and felt a slight relief wash over him.

He had not expected this youngster to be lacking in cultivation, but he apparently possessed a fine sword; it seemed enduring half an incense stick’s time would not be difficult after all.

Ning Feiyan’s expression remained unchanged, watching the battle calmly, the Token of Battle she’d tucked into her sleeve now idly twirled between her fingers.

Zangxin’s gaze shifted from the green leaves and suddenly looked towards Ning Feiyan, a slight smile on his face as he said, “Is River Lord Ning nervous?”

The Token spinning between Ning Feiyan’s fingers came to a halt, but soon resumed its playful motion.

Looking at the green leaves that swayed in the wind and whose color could turn red at any moment, she smiled and said, “How could I not be nervous? Having witnessed Mr. Shu Ci’s power firsthand, I am truly both anxious and grateful that it is not me who stands in that part of the world.”

Indeed, it was not her.

Within the realm, Baili An did not rush to grasp his sword and fight; he allowed the sword of Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain to float and bob in mid-air, facing Shu Ci’s immense confidence with nothing but a smile.

Shu Ci turned slightly, frowning as she sensed something off-putting and strange.

But before she could ponder further, a chilling presence, colder than wind and snow, suddenly manifested between heaven and earth.

Unbeknownst when, the snowflakes falling from the sky had grown larger, causing raw pain when they landed on one’s body.

But the heavy snow was silent, and no matter how substantial, it felt as light as feathers; how could it cause pain?

Shu Ci lifted her gaze and noticed that, at some point, the large snowflakes had turned into terrifying hail, pattering down into the snow, rendering the vast silvery land as if it has been ravaged by locusts.

Her energy was instantly locked in place, and Shu Ci’s body became incredibly heavy.

A figure dark as night and as nether sprang up from behind her; Shu Ci’s attention was still on Baili An and she couldn’t react in time—sudden intense pain shot through her shoulder.

Since breaking free from the seal, Shu Ci had rarely allowed her body to be invaded by pain.

The unexpected suffering caused her vision to darken as the powerful claws of a wolf pounced on her slender back, pressing her firmly to the ground.

She crashed heavily to the ground, the tusk-like fangs penetrated her shoulder like venomous blades, and the sound of her bones shattering and grinding rang in her ears.

Shu Ci lay on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth; she raised her head, her face devoid of any pain, her empty gaze clouded with confusion.

She asked, “What is this?”

Baili An was well aware of the power of the Netherworld Wolf; even the ancient Divine Race from the world within the Bronze Gate had feared it.

But the Netherworld Wolf did not belong to this world; Baili An didn’t know if summoning it recklessly could cause unknown changes to this world.

Therefore, unless it was the last resort, Baili An would never summon it.

And Shu Ci was that last resort, that desperate situation.

Yet, everything seemed to be going too smoothly; Baili An dared not be careless.

He held his sword across his chest and explained to her, “The Netherworld Wolf from the world of the Bronze Gate.”

The bewilderment deepened in Shu Ci’s eyes; at that moment, the wolf’s claws extended out like knives, three inches long, mercilessly piercing through one of her arms and pinning it firmly to the snowy ground.

The Netherworld Wolf had a fierce and murderous nature, particularly sensitive to the scent of blood; having tasted fresh blood, how could it willingly stop? Its pair of deep green, malevolent eyes slowly took on a bloody hue.

It began to gnaw and devour the flesh on Shu Ci’s shoulder.

The scene was extremely bloody and brutal; soon, Baili An could see the stark white bones beneath the flesh on Shu Ci’s shoulder.

The sound of chewing and feasting arose slowly in the night of heavy snow, oppressive to the ears.

Baili An had given the command for the Netherworld Wolf to cease, but the demon fed on blood; how could it willingly stop after tasting flesh?

Instead, because of Baili An’s mental interruption, the Netherworld Wolf became even more rabid and ferocious, biting down harder as bestial growls echoed in its throat.

Shu Ci’s slender arm was buried deep in the snow; her dark eyes remained expressionless, her face showing no sign of fear or pain.

If not for her ability to speak, her ability to kill, Baili An would almost believe she was no different from the snow and stones of this world.

She seemed like a soulless, delicate doll, picked up by a stray dog at the roadside, gnawed at and slowly broken apart in the desolate and silent snow.

Everything happened too quickly, catching everyone off guard.

It wasn’t until the bloody flesh was chewed away to reveal bones that the fallen Shu Ci of Shouhe didn’t rise again, and the demons at the Monarch’s Return Banquet finally realized what had happened.

Then came a chorus of sharp intakes of breath, followed by a tumultuous outpour of exclamations and questions.

Mi Lu stood petrified, turning his head in shock to look at the Qi Ren, who was secretly performing a secret technique.

Qi Ren’s gaze flickered as he spoke softly, “Your Highness, all is not yet known, there’s no need to panic. Mr. Shu Ci possesses an immortal body; she won’t easily die to a wolf’s fangs, and besides…”

His voice, steady and confident, continued, “From the beginning to the end, Mr. Shu Ci has not used her true strength; the Nan flute has not appeared, the Demon Soldiers have not emerged, and that young man has exhausted his trump cards.”

Mi Lu immediately felt relieved.

Ning Feiyan rubbed her temples, feeling somewhat troubled.

The Netherworld Wolf…

The source of disaster from the great Cambrian period of the Bronze World was actually brought into the real world. This young man truly left ‘surprises’ at every turn.

“Bronze Gate, Netherworld Wolf…” Half of Shu Ci’s face was buried in the snow, and her delicate little face was paler than the snow itself; she spoke softly, “To say so, your effort to save the Demon Lord was indeed true?”

Baili An said, “True or not, does it matter?”

“It should be quite important.”

“Rather than that, I think you’d better consider how to escape from the predicament at hand.”

Shu Ci raised an eyebrow, looking at Baili An as if trying to discern if he was mocking her or simply unwilling to take her life on the spot.

After a long observation, Shu Ci felt it was most likely the latter.

It seemed that although he was the master of the Netherworld Wolf, he was still unable to fully control the beast, to command it entirely at will.

Although the appearance of the Netherworld Wolf made this young man somewhat difficult to kill…

For Shu Ci, it was merely somewhat.

With some extra effort, killing him would not be difficult after all.