Chapter 388: Capturing The Demoness
The night and fluttering cloaks were met with misty winds. There was a taste of wild bitterness in the air.
“It’s you!” Wan Xiangcen was surprised and stared at this youth coming out of the darkness. The hand hidden behind her back channeled a plume of light that turned into pink petals made of fire, as sharp as the blades.
Her skin emitted an unbelievable fragrance. She stood on this hill like a pure flower. Her natural fragrance attracted a large amount of butterflies.
Feiyun came closer and said: “Surprised that I’m still alive?”
Xiangcen chuckled causing her slender waist to slightly shake. The cloth piece on her shoulder was moved by a purple energy and looked just like butterfly wings. The hair on her cheek brushed back and forth, creating an amorous appearance. She said: “I’m just surprised that you’re here instead of looking for your prettiest girl since you don’t have long to live.”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Four tall, slender figures descended from the night. All had a black robe and an extraordinary cultivation. An aura glowed around them with a black lotus floating above their head. Even their hair was full of energy. Ripping one off and they could be used as a sharp weapon.
Twelve more billowing clouds of smoke came about. They were old men that have lived for several hundred years, all at Heaven’s Mandate. They stood below Wan Xiangcen like devils with a black glow.
Wan Xiangcen’s side became much stronger with these sixteen people.
Her cultivation was already above Feiyun so she became even more emboldened. She started to float above with flowers beneath her feet that eventually turned into a seat made of lotuses.
“Capture him alive. Whoever can take his blood will be richly rewarded by the Hall Lord.” Her exquisite features became even more stately while basking in the moonlight.
“If he wants to die, then I’ll lend him a hand.” An old man formed a mudra with both hands, creating a green light. A three feet long sword flew out from the light. He gripped the hilt and came for Feiyun.
Feiyun retaliated by raising his finger. A yellow plume condensed on the tip, representing the power of half of the mountain range here and shattered the sword.