kvmb Chapter 595 Returning Your Divination
Chapter 595 Returning Your Divination
Chapter 595 Returning Your Fortune Telling
At the outset of this battle, Fu Shan had already realized—
With each person Ye Xiaozhou kills, his power and prestige increase.
He fought a bloody battle, and the Nascent Soul stage cultivator was slain by the curved blade. His killing intent was so intense that it was like the sun at its zenith. Even a thousand years ago, Fu Shan had never seen such a person.
This is the trump card that the three sects used to deal with her.
During the great battle, Ye Xiaozhou was the hidden half-step Nascent Soul cultivator in the martial arts world.
She was the murderous soldier of the Star-Picking Tower.
But Ye Xiaozhou has to pursue death again and again in order to snatch his life from the hands of Heaven.
Therefore, for Zhaixinglou, throwing someone who was destined to die sooner or later into the game at this moment is the least costly approach.
If we want to kill this person, we must behead him before Ye Xiaozhou's fighting spirit reaches the half-step Nascent Soul stage, otherwise he will become a great threat.
The storm locked onto Ye Xiaozhou, who had not yet gathered enough strength.
Even though the curved sword in her hand can cleave through the wind and waves and move forward without hesitation, even though she has fought her way through bloodshed and is extremely skilled in battle.
But Fu Shan can at least do one thing.
She could take away the life force of a Nascent Soul cultivator before Ye Xiaozhou could die.
Ye Xiaozhou never gets discouraged.
Amidst the sea of blood, her smile shone like the rising sun. In Li City, littered with the corpses of cultivators, and amidst the raging winds carrying the scent of blood, her smile was glaringly conspicuous.
A cold-blooded, bloodthirsty enchantress.
Just as the saying goes in the martial arts world.
Yet this man, burdened with countless infamy, along with those two curved blades, cleaved a path to survival for Licheng.
Her laughter was triumphant and arrogant, because after today's battle—
In the martial arts world, mentioning Ye Xiaozhou again would be like a fishbone stuck in one's throat—one could neither curse her, nor hate her, nor love her, nor respect her.
Whenever Ye Xiaozhou thought of this matter, and of the historians who wrote biographies about this battle who hesitated so much, unsure of how to judge her merits and demerits, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
Even if, even if they are unknown in history books.
What is there to fear?
She lived a fulfilling life, not one of posthumous fame.
Within the grand formation, Ye Xiaozhou, despite noticing Fu Shan's targeting, remained completely undaunted.
The scimitar spun out from the storm, bursting through the gaps in the turbulent spiritual energy, and nailed itself into the formation of a Nascent Soul stage elder from the Giant Sword Sect.
The figure vanished in an instant.
Like the shattered reflection of the moon on the water's surface.
The next instant, the blood-stained hand gripped the curved blade that had entered the formation, and the second blade immediately slipped from his grasp, stopping the menacing, bulging stone dragon.
Ye Xiaozhou immediately flew over.
As he drew his scimitar, he thrust it upwards, sending countless boulders flying and shattering. Amidst the shattered and flying rocks, a red figure burst into the sight of the main force.
The scimitar gleamed coldly, its light mirroring the smile of the woman in the red dress, creating an eerie and unsettling scene.
As the twin blades danced and swirled, life withered away.
At the last moment, a raging hurricane swept in, vying with the two scimitars for their prey.
Ye Xiaozhou shielded him with her body, the violent spiritual energy slamming into her back. Without hesitation, she swung her sword down, reaping the life of the cultivator before her.
Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
She turned around and smiled, looking at Fu Shan, who was outside the great formation, across the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The white teeth, stained with blood, looked as if they had just finished tearing apart their prey, and were now baring their teeth in a triumphant display to their opponents.
Every time Ye Xiaozhou fought, he was the one who defeated the strong with the weak and the many with the few.
The bloodlust of Licheng stained half the sky red.
She had long since lost count of how many people she had killed.
When bestiality overwhelms humanity, when the fighting spirit builds up layer by layer, and ferocity takes over the place of clarity, Ye Xiaozhou is already bloodthirsty. She can't even tell whether the person in front of her is friend or foe.
And so, she reached her peak.
When the hurricane once again claimed her flesh and blood, her faltering sanity collapsed instantly.
The wounded beast slowly uttered two words, as if preordaining every battle:
"A terrible omen...!"
As these two words were uttered, a crimson full moon rose from the sea of blood.
It was so red it looked like it was dripping blood.
The sound of sharpening knives under the moonlight echoed in every corner of Licheng. The scraping of metal and the biting of skulls by wild beasts sent chills down one's spine.
Ye Xiaozhou, wielding a curved blade, leaped out of the sea of blood.
The red full moon seemed to foreshadow an ominous sign.
Perhaps it is the fate of the enemy before us.
Perhaps this is Ye Xiaozhou's fate.
That's just how she is; she fought her way through. That's just how she is; she risked her life countless times and won every gamble.
Ye Xiaozhou's figure rippled.
It seems real and imaginary.
Under the red moonlight, she seemed as if she might turn into a bubble at any moment.
If you lose the bet even once, this red full moon will be completely erased from the world.
The curved blade in his hand was pointed at the strongest person he could sense in the hazy surroundings—Fu Shan.
He charged forward again and again, fell again and again, his scimitar slashing at Fu Shan countless times, the storm scraping his bones and flesh, yet Ye Xiaozhou felt no fatigue and no pain.
Her instinct for killing made her accurately swing her knife, slash, turn around, and rush forward.
With the blessing of the Copper Furnace Array, Fu Shan is not only at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, but she also possesses fragments of the Heavenly Dao.
then.
Ye Xiaozhou's curved blade missed its mark more and more often, and the entanglement of the storm became increasingly difficult to sever. She began to regain her senses, and her aura began to weaken.
It seems that this time, the "ominous sign" that has been predicted countless times is truly coming true.
The turbulent storm harbors hidden dangers.
A red bird with broken wings is falling.
The countless attacks coming from above were faster than her falling speed. Countless wind blades were mixed with violent spiritual energy that could burst out at any moment, descending from above to pierce her body.
She was still about to grip the knife, still about to fight, still about to break through the storm, when a voice rang in her ears—
"Catch the moon in the water!"
Under the crimson moon, countless reflections rushed one after another into the storm, utterly fearless of death.
Amidst the countless sharp blades falling from the sky, countless illusory beings collapsed. A storm swept over her, and a hurricane that solidified into reality lashed at her ears, face, and flesh.
In Zhu Wuyao's eyes, all he could see was the red figure falling.
She rushed into the storm, running forward and clearing a path with countless illusory bodies. The moment Zhu Wuyao appeared, the killing intent of the great formation almost materialized, aiming to trap and kill the two of them.
Zhu Wu has come.
But so what.
She was just a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
The broken-winged red bird fell into Zhu Wuyao's arms. She knelt down in the middle of the formation, and the shaky spiritual barrier protected the two of them.
The wind howled.
The noise was incessant.
The chaotic airflow was causing Zhu Wuyao's spiritual power to rapidly dissipate.
She couldn't hear anything, and her hand, which was channeling spiritual energy into Ye Xiaozhou, was trembling.
Ye Xiaozhou turned his head slightly and saw her terrified face and red figure collapsing in Zhu Wuyao's arms.
Catching the moon from the water.
Zhu Wuyao saved countless people, yet he could not retrieve this crimson moon from the torrent of fate.
Even with all his might, he couldn't pull her out of this doomed situation.
Ye Xiaozhou smiled.
"Zhu Wuyao... I've come to return the favor with a divination..."
Amidst Zhu Wuyao's near-collapse sobs—
A blood-stained copper coin was tossed into the air from Ye Xiaozhou's hand.
"With this divination, I grant you great freedom."