NOVPUBDemon Thirteen swung his right hand and directly annihilated the sword’s radiance within his palm.
Meanwhile, Yue Yi’s figure flashed as he pulled the woman in red aside to safety.
Demon Thirteen turned his head, only to see Yue Yi with his long hair fluttering and his eyes staring straight at Demon Thirteen.
The longsword on his back had already been unsheathed, four feet in length and engraved with patterns.
The blade emitted a dazzling sword radiance, and boundless Sword Intent surrounded them.
"Is young master Yue also intending to interfere?" asked Demon Thirteen with a light chuckle.
"This matter concerns our young master and the lady in red; I fear it’s inappropriate for you to intervene."
"I don’t know their young master, nor do I like him," the woman in red hastily shook her head behind her.
"You’re making it difficult for our young master. You said yourself just now that you felt an instant connection."
"How can you go back on your word?" Demon Thirteen snorted coldly.
"Your Excellency, I apologize on her behalf to your young master. Can we let this matter go?" Yue Yi bowed slightly as he spoke.
"That won’t do. If you insist on obstructing me, I will suppress you alongside her," said Demon Thirteen indifferently.
With a wave of his right hand in mid-air, a Demon Wand shrouded in black energy fell from the void into his hand.
He held the Demon Wand and lightly tapped it on the ground; with a "boom,"
Samadhi Flame turned into flames that danced in the sky, enveloping the two in an overwhelming inferno.
Yue Yi pulled the woman in red behind him, his eyes solemn as he faced the approaching sea of fire.
In his hands, the Heavenly Sword unleashed a powerful Sword Intent, vast as the ocean, hurtling down from the sky.
The sword strike was formidable, but alas, the disparity in their realms was simply too great.
Demon Thirteen’s inferno, with a casual wave of his hand, devoured the ocean of swords, and then mercilessly devoured both of them.
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Witnessing this scene, Qingmu Xuan in the pavilion frowned slightly, as she pulled a delicate jade bottle from her sleeve.
From the bottle, a crystal clear drop of water fell.
Qingmu Xuan caught the drop with her jade hand as blue and purple Spiritual Energy surged over her right hand.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, the droplet shot out.
Just as the raging Blazing Flame was about to engulf Yue Yi and the woman, the droplet suddenly stood in front, turning into a boundless ocean.
One drop of water can transform into an expanse as vast as the sea.
This vast ocean immediately merged with Demon Thirteen’s Samadhi Flame; soon after, the ocean resumed the shape of a single droplet and returned to Qingmu Xuan’s hand.
No sooner had the droplet returned to Qingmu Xuan’s hand, then it burst with a "pop," dissipating into vapor, gone from sight.
Qingmu Xuan’s gaze sharpened; she was well aware of the nature of the water in that jade bottle.
And yet now, a drop had been so easily lost.
"Little girl, are you also getting involved?" Demon Thirteen turned his head and asked indifferently.
"Senior bullies us juniors with the advantage of thousands of years of life. Doesn’t that seem rather inappropriate?" Qingmu Xuan raised her head, her clear eyes like a tranquil pool as she spoke serenely.
"I am not bullying you. I am simply following my young master’s orders," Demon Thirteen shook his head and replied.
"I have always believed that matters of the younger generation, barring any deep-seated hatred,
Should be resolved amongst themselves. If a senior resorts to bullying the junior, do not think that the Nine States Immortal Palace has no one to respond," Qingmu Xuan said evenly.
"Is the Nine States Immortal Palace seeking its own destruction?" Xu Zimei turned around in the pavilion and asked lightly.
"The young master must pay the price for his words," Qingmu Xuan replied without avoiding the subject.
Although the Nine States Immortal Palace had only one Great Emperor, in the Nine States Domain, their influence was something no one dared to challenge.
"The reason I don’t make a move is that I’m afraid I’ll kill you, none of you even give me the desire to make a move," Xu Zimei shook her head and replied.
"Whose brother speaks so boldly?" a voice came from above.
Immediately after, a group of people walked down the ladder from the clouds in front.
This group was quite large, and the leader was a young man dressed in white robes, with long hair, exuding the aura of a scholar.
The young man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a gentle smile on his face, his long hair tied up and draped behind him.
As he approached, an indescribable air of authority began to gather around him.
"It’s Nanmen Tianhong," someone in the nearby pavilion whispered.
"Now there’s a spectacle to watch. Who doesn’t know that Nangong Tianhong has been pursuing Qingmu Xuan, and both sides’ elders are keen on matching them."
"Really? I think both of them want to compete for Destiny. How would they end up as a couple?"
The people nearby were discussing the gossip, with various opinions.
"Xuan’er, what’s going on?" Nanmen Tianhong stepped forward and asked with a hint of tenderness.
"Please call me Qingmu Xuan. We’re not that familiar," Qingmu Xuan said coldly.
Nanmen Tianhong laughed, not objecting to her rebuff.
At this moment, someone quickly walked up to him and briefly explained the situation.
Nanmen Tianhong laughed and looked at Xu Zimei, saying, "Brother, today I host a banquet to invite all the Talented Disciples.
Could you please do me the honor of letting this go, considering it was just a joke after all?"
"Since you’re the host of this gathering, and I’ve enjoyed your hospitality, I must indeed show some respect," Xu Zimei laughed.
"How about we play a game?"
"What sort of game do you propose, brother?" Nanmen Tianhong asked curiously.
"You take three moves from me, if you can withstand them, I’ll let the matter drop.
If you can’t, then you kill her with your own hands. How about that?" Xu Zimei smiled.
"It’s a great chance to be a hero, her life is in your hands."
Before Nanmen Tianhong could reply, the people around started making a racket.
"Insolent boy, who do you think you are?
Nanmen Saint Heir is already being quite gracious in talking to you, don’t misjudge his kindness for weakness."
"Exactly, he must be from some backwater, full of himself. He dares to lay conditions before the Saint Heir.
You don’t even need the Saint Heir to act; I can obliterate you single-handedly."
Hearing the clamor of the crowd, Nanmen Tianhong waved his hand slightly.
Signalling everyone to be quiet.
He looked at Xu Zimei with great interest and laughed, "Honestly, I’ve suddenly taken an interest in you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered someone as interesting as you.
Are you truly confident or just arrogant?"
"If you won’t play, then I’ll simply kill her myself.
All of you can come at me together if you wish. It might be troublesome, but it doesn’t matter," Xu Zimei replied.
"Fine, three moves then. I hope you can surprise me," Nanmen Tianhong said.
"I’ve grown tired of Great Liang too. It’s time to go out and see the geniuses of the outside world."
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He looked at Xu Zimei impassively, his white robe gently fluttering in the breeze.
