A large section of the wall and rocks in the cave were shattered.
Night Owl fell to the ground and looked in the direction of Xi Yue, his eyes full of horror, shock and unwillingness.
"Wow--" he spat out a mouthful of blood, and Night Owl could no longer hold on and fainted.
Even Chang Ling, Yan Shang and others didn't want to kill Xi Yue.
However, he also felt that it would not be a problem for them to work together to stop Xi Yue from getting close.
However, everything that happened before their eyes completely shattered their fantasy.
Just one hit, just a simple hit.
Xi Yue killed the most powerful Night Owl among them in just a few breaths.
Night Owl didn't even have the strength to fight back.
Seeing Xi Yue coming over with the Lishui Sword, he looked at Yan Shang with a cold gaze, "Get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude!"
Yan Shang, the devil cultivator who had always been arrogant and domineering, actually became timid under the girl's cold phoenix eyes.
He shrank his neck and hesitated whether to retreat. Xi Yue raised her foot and kicked him several meters away.
Yan Shang crashed into the rocks, grimacing in pain, and couldn’t get up for a long time.
Chang Ling tried to stop Xi Yue, but Xi Yue waved her hand and gently sent her aside. She was gentle and set up a barrier for her to prevent her from being affected by the sword light.
Yan Shang was so angry when he saw this scene that he almost vomited blood. Why was Xi Yue so gentle to Chang Ling but so rude to him? He obviously didn't offend her and was ready to withdraw.
From this point on, there were no more obstacles between Xi Yue and Wei Zixi.
The Water Spirit Pearl in Wei Zixi's hand was becoming less and less able to resist the erosion of the destructive force, and its icy blue light slowly dimmed.
Xi Yue's eyes focused, and the original power in her body surged rapidly. The Lishui sword in her hand stabbed towards Wei Zixi's hand that was emitting red energy lines.
Swish!!
Blood splattered everywhere, and a wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on Wei Zixi's wrist.
The green origin of wood touched his blood and spiritual power, just like fire and water meeting each other.
The water sizzled as it was burned by the fire, but the fire was slowly extinguished by the water.
Xi Yue never expected that Wei Zixi would not dodge or evade her sword.
A few drops of hot blood splashed on her face, just like boiling oil.
She held the sword in her hand, firmly against Wei Zixi's heart, and said coldly: "Give me the Water Spirit Pearl!"
A seductive and charming smile appeared on Wei Zixi's lips.
He seemed unaware of the wound on his hand or the sword pressed against his heart.
The shimmering peach blossom eyes seemed to contain an unfathomable ocean, and seemed to be condensed with indissoluble emotions.
He looked at Xi Yue and said slowly: "Xi Yue, you want to risk your life for Ji Mingyu. But I don't want you to lose your freedom, become a puppet, and eventually die for this stupid mortal world."
"For me, there is only one sister in this world who gave me a little warmth when I fell into the cold abyss."
The sword in Xi Yue's hand trembled.
She knew that what Wei Zixi said was true.
She even knew that the reason why the Emperor's Eternal Tribulation Formation suddenly reversed at the Prayer Ceremony that day was not because of her or Ji Mingyu, but because the man in front of her could not bear to see her die, so he gave up his original plan.
Xi Yue did not have the slightest love for Wei Zixi, and even hated all the harm he had done to Ji Mingyu.
But Xi didn't know what was different.
The boy in red clothes, the boy who was cold and calm and had always been by her side to protect her. (To be continued)