"Evidence?" The purple-robed assassin was momentarily taken aback. He had no evidence at all. His accusation of Ethan was based purely on instinct.But how could he convince others with just instinct?Seeing this, Ethan's mind settled as he spoke coldly, "Without proof, cease your reckless claims. Even Greedy Mouse identified you. What more is there to doubt?"The cultivators' gazes shifted between Ethan and the assassin, but most scoffed at the latter. Clearly, few believed his words. "Hand it over!" Dylan Foster stepped forward, one hand outstretched towards the assassin while his eyes drifted into the distance, ignoring him like air.The others slowly closed in on the assassin, weapons drawn.A flash of fierceness appeared then vanished in the assassin's eyes. With a flick of his hand, a blood-red sword emerged.A top-grade spiritual weapon - the Blood Weeping Sword had accompanied the assassin for over a decade, slaughtering countless lives. Its crimson blade emanated an intense,
Ethan's pupils contracted slightly.Purple-red robes, an icy expression, hands clasped behind his back. The assassin's eyes gazed at Ethan indifferently, as if looking at a dead object."We're from the same Beyond Heaven organization. There's no need for this, right?" Ethan said somewhat stiffly. This purple-robed assassin was truly formidable to have escaped from Dylan Foster and over a hundred Bone Sacrifice cultivators and tracked Ethan here!"Hand over the spiritual stone manor or die!" the assassin stated coldly.Ethan's heart lurched but his expression remained calm. "The manor? Wasn't it taken by you?"The assassin sneered. "Still pretending? I returned and saw the large hole in the chamber only you entered.""So you've condemned me," Ethan smiled casually, seemingly nonchalant as he donned the Heaven-Breaking Boxing Set from his bracelet. At the same time, the 21 black bottles were at the ready.Clearly, this wouldn't end well. A fight to the death was the only option. Althou
Jasmine moved swiftly with Ethan in tow, instantly shooting up thousands of feet into the air as they desperately fled.This was Ethan's first time flying. Face pale, he looked down at the dizzying view below. Wind roared in his ears and rivers and mountains raced by at blinding speed. But Ethan had no mind to appreciate the scenery now."Hmph, want to escape?" The assassin's mouth curved into a cold smile as he gave chase, easily gaining on them.Clearly faster while carrying another person, the gap between the three in the sky quickly closed."How many times has Jasmine saved me now? When did I, Ethan, become this useless..." Ethan smiled self-deprecatingly, glancing at Jasmine beside him.Her waist-length hair whipped wildly in the wind. Jasmine bit her lip anxiously, face tense and drenched in fragrant sweat from the exertion of high-speed flight with a passenger. The strain on her was immense."We can't get away. He must die!" Ethan said via spirit communication after a period of
"Hmm?" The assassin whirled, slicing both incoming whips. His gaze lingered intently on the woman.As long as Jasmine lived, he had no chance of killing Ethan.Jasmine's eyes were resolute, not speaking as endless blue ribbons lashed out frenziedly at the assassin.This was almost her sole means of attack. The blue whips weren't spiritual weapons, just ordinary silk. For her, swords and blades were unfamiliar. Only the blue ribbons came naturally. Her interspatial ring contained vast reserves.Trails of blue light danced under the night sky atop the peak, interspersed with countless streaks of crimson sword glows.After consuming a pill, the assassin's severed arm had stopped bleeding. Losing a limb didn't impact him much as his onslaught remained incredibly fierce.Jasmine's lovely face was ghostly pale as she struggled to defend.With the moon not full tonight, her thin blue bloodline was inactive, only awakening under the full moon. Once stirred, the blue bloodline granted near in
"Who's there?" The assassin in purple robes froze, his body stiffening.Another person was here that even he did not notice. The thought sent chills down the assassin's spine. Though he could not use Spiritual Awareness in this place, the more skilled one was, the sharper their senses remained.Hearing the sigh from atop the mountain where he lay collapsed, Ethan struggled to open his eyes. He thought he saw a middle-aged man, one who seemed vaguely familiar, before sinking into unconsciousness once more.Ethan's injuries were too grievous.At the peak of the great mountain, the assassin's horrified gaze landed upon the sudden manifestation of a figure, or rather, the ghostly image of one.The man appeared to be in his mid-thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, with long black hair spilling over his shoulders. Though his features were rugged and distinct, his eyes held a profound, ageless melancholy.If Ethan still had the strength to open his eyes, he would have recognized this apparit
They flew swiftly for half an hour. Jasmine and Ethan, soaring through the void, suddenly felt a heavy jolt, as if their kite strings had been cut, and they plummeted at high speed."What's happening?" Ethan's face turned pale. If they were to fall from this towering void, even with the relatively soft ground within the Azure Dragon's incarnation, they would still be smashed into a pulp."I... I don't know," Jasmine exclaimed, hastily stabilizing her divine form, and the two of them descended slowly to the ground.The ground was crimson, and as they stepped on it, it felt soft, like the innards of the Azure Dragon's incarnation.Looking ahead, they saw a large blood-red lake, about ten miles in diameter. The viscous blood-colored water emitted bubbles and a hazy heat, with waves of scorching air reaching them even when they approached the lake."This lake is actually forbidden to fly over," Ethan pondered. They were likely approaching a vital part of the Azure Dragon's incarnation, an
Jasmine was truly one of a kind!Ethan felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He truly did not know how Jasmine had survived these past twenty years!One could say she was foolish - yet when her blue blood awoke, she became ruthlessly efficient.But one could also say she was clever - though did she really seem so? Naive and ignorant in matters of men and women.She had moments of innocence and charm, as well as stubbornness that made one's heart ache. And times of foolishness that made one want to scream in frustration.Now was one of those times Ethan wanted to scream.Ethan was at a loss for words. All he could do was brush her small hand away and hold her tighter as he swam faster.His manhood was already standing at attention. Ethan was no saint - the longer they stayed pressed together, the greater his urge grew.Fortunately the Blood Lake was not too long for Ethan and Jasmine. After about half an hour...Splash!In the center of the lake, Ethan finally noticed a blood-red glow up
"From now on, we're even." Ethan licked his lips, his gaze vacant.That's right, they were even now.From the moment Jasmine chose to enter the right passage, they had become even.Ethan did not resent Jasmine. In Ethan's eyes, it was normal for Jasmine to choose to enter the right passage. Ethan was not so self-important as to expect a woman he had known for half a year to sacrifice her life for him, even though Jasmine may have held some affection for him.Ultimately, it was just mutual goodwill. Ethan felt more indebted to Jasmine - along the way, she had helped him far too much. Ethan was someone who understood favors given and received. Towards enemies, he showed no mercy, but towards friends, he was not overly dramatic. Rather, he would remember them in his heart and repay them through action. In life, Ethan rarely owed anything to anyone, but with Jasmine, he owed too much.And now they were even. If they met again, they would be strangers."Heh." Ethan felt a slight tightness