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The angle of this grab was tricky, and the speed was fast. With Xu Xiaofei's strength, he should have been unable to avoid it.
However, he suddenly countered with a sword strike, sparks flying from the blade, managing to intercept the attack at the last moment.
Yet, he did not get a chance to catch his breath. Shaoyuan continued to claw at him relentlessly.
Spirit Sword Destiny could see that he was on the brink of death under Shaoyuan's claws.
Although Xu Xiaofei was exceptionally talented, he had entered the path too late. The gap in strength between him and Shaoyuan, if measured against the 99-level limit of the leader, was about four or five levels apart.
Before long, Shaoyuan seized the opportunity and slashed a claw toward his neck.
A hazy Water Wave suddenly spread from the Jade Pendant around his neck, forming a flexible wall of water that blocked Shaoyuan's claws.
In an instant, Shaoyuan's claws pierced through, and the water wall dissipated like foam.
This time, Xu Xiaofei feared he could not evade this fatal blow!
Spirit Sword Destiny watched quietly.
A beam of pure white sword light, like a startled swan flying by, pierced through Shaoyuan's hand that was reaching for Xu Xiaofei.
“Xu Shidi, retreat behind me!”
The eldest disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, Han Yue, finally arrived just in time. He pulled Xu Xiaofei behind him, sword in hand, his gaze coldly fixed on Shaoyuan.
The dense sword aura emanated from him, transforming into countless swords that spun around him and Xu Xiaofei.
Spirit Sword Destiny: "..."
He knew it would be like this.
In the early stages of the story, aside from failing the assessment and entering a bad ending early, the protagonist Xu Xiaofei would only suffer serious injuries and not die.
Even when faced with a desperate situation and encountering an opponent that was absolutely unbeatable, there would always be someone to come to the rescue.
"I... I want to kill him!"
Xu Xiaofei suddenly roared like an enraged beast.
After several days, Spirit Sword Destiny heard his voice again. That voice, which used to sound pleasant, was now filled with grief and resentment.
In his blood-red eyes, everything seemed invisible; he was fixated solely on Shaoyuan—
This Shenmo, along with the weak-looking young man who resembled Lin Mo...
It seemed to bring him back to that moment, plunging him into boundless despair!
Since then, his nightmares had never ceased.
"Wow, such great hatred. Haven't we met before? Can your human race really harbor such deep-seated enmity for someone you've never met?" Shaoyuan asked, puzzled yet intrigued, with a smile. "Alright, I won't kill you. I'll take you back and let you ponder how you feel."
In the Evil Sect where he resides, in the Mirror Flower Courtyard, there is a vast expanse of still water, devoid of even lotus flowers, and at the bottom lie dozens of jade coffins. The coffins do not contain dead bodies; instead, there are faint heartbeats and breaths, eternally submerged in the dark depths of the lake, lost in a dreamlike chaos.
These individuals are "collectibles" captured by Shaoyuan from the outside world. When he is not out on business, he often transforms back into a formless chaos, soaking in the pool, exhaling countless illusions while peering into the dreams of each sleeper.
This is how he seeks to… understand human hearts.
Xu Xiaofei seems to be just to his liking.
As he spoke, both sides exchanged several blows. Han Yue protected his junior brother at every turn, but unfortunately, even he was no match for Shaoyuan. After several exchanges, both found themselves in a predicament.
“Xu Shidi, calm down!”
Seeing Xu Xiaofei reckless and nearly frenzied in his attacks, Han Yue appeared quite helpless.
But how could Xu Xiaofei hear anyone else's words?
Every move he made was aimed at achieving Mutual Destruction with Shaoyuan.
Han Yue furrowed his brow, anxiety evident on his face. He forced Shaoyuan's claws away with his sword and suddenly said, “Don’t forget you still can’t die; Lin Junior Brother…”
The mention of “Lin Junior Brother” seemed to carry some sort of magic; Xu Xiaofei trembled all over, and the blood-red hue in his eyes gradually faded.
“Yes, I… I still can’t die…”
He murmured softly.
Spirit Sword Destiny had been observing the situation in the arena, but upon witnessing this scene, he suddenly found it unbearable. He glanced around and noticed that the commotion had been detected; experts from Righteous Path were on their way to provide support, among whom were three or five particularly troublesome characters.
Having remained a bystander all this time, he suddenly waved his sleeve and deflected three magical artifacts that were aimed at Shaoyuan.
In just a moment, they would be surrounded.
Spirit Sword Destiny was slightly stronger than the leaders of several established sects, and Shaoyuan was not far behind him. However, neither had reached the level of being able to look down upon others and fight against many alone. Just now, they had managed to launch a surprise attack thanks to Shaoyuan's “Thousand Faced Phantom Technique.” If they fell into encirclement, it would lead to a tough battle while waiting for the leader to come to their rescue—
Spirit Sword Destiny did not want to trouble the leader for help. Their purpose in coming here was to capture the traitor, not to engage in a massacre.
While defending Shaoyuan, he said, “In three moves, regardless of whether you catch him or not, we will leave.”
He opened his mouth and counted: “One.”
Only three moves were allowed, which naturally favored Han Yue and Xu Xiaofei, who were already in a tight spot.
As a member of Villain BSS, Spirit Sword Destiny understood that sometimes villains show leniency towards protagonists. It may seem like they have the opportunity to kill the protagonist but choose not to; this is not necessarily due to a brain-dead aura acting up—there are often reasons behind such decisions.
“Two.”
Spirit Sword Destiny forced back someone who had attempted a sneak attack from behind.
Xu Xiaofei narrowly dodged Shaoyuan's grasp once again.
“Three. That's enough; we’re leaving!”
Spirit Sword Destiny silently recited the Incantation.
A vast torrent of water surged into the hall, as if this place had been a riverbed since ancient times. The rushing waters scattered the gathered crowd in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, he had stepped onto the Water Surface and darted out of the Banquet Hall.
Behind him, Shaoyuan hesitated for a moment before retracting his hand and following suit.
He could tell how dangerous it would be if he remained in the hall any longer.
"Just a couple more moves, and I could have captured that guy," Shaoyuan said during his flight.
From his tone, there was a hint of regret.
Spirit Sword Destiny: "I fear that may not be the case."
It was within Shaoyuan's expectations that he couldn't capture the person, and Spirit Sword Destiny secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Killing Xu Xiaofei was another matter entirely; he certainly did not want to see Xu Xiaofei in Shaoyuan's collection display.
Behind them, several others stubbornly pursued.
They must have also seen Shen Jinglan standing above the City Lord's Mansion, yet they were unaware of who he truly was.
"You all have arrived? Just in time; I have sent those old folks away," Shen Jinglan addressed them.
His voice echoed down from above.
Shen Jinglan seemed to have noticed the few people trailing behind them.
He didn't even glance at them, instead turning his gaze back to the Spirit Sword Destiny flying towards him, his expression calm.
However, those few people inexplicably fell from the air like birds with broken wings.
"Master, I have brought both traitors," Spirit Sword Destiny said as he approached.
Mu Ruo Song had been thrown into a space artifact capable of holding living beings, while Wu Shuang was swallowed whole by Shaoyuan.
In the meantime, Spirit Sword Destiny realized that Southern Ming True Man and the other three were no longer present, but a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.
It seemed that their discussion was not very peaceful.
Even so, Shen Jinglan's wide robe remained clean, without a single tear.
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