Chapter 808: Bloodstained Jasmine 4
“Little girl, who are you?”
Huangji Wuyu spoke out, his expression as calm as before and his tone quite casual, but deep inside, he was shaken and cautious... This girl looked to be only a little over ten years old, with no aura of profound energy whatsoever, yet he inexplicably felt an extremely strong sense of danger.
Especially her gaze—it held no arrogance, no sharpness, and certainly none of the innocence belonging to a young girl. There was only an icy coldness.
A coldness like facing mere weeds in the grass.
Huangji Wuyu took the initiative to ask, but Mo Li paid him no attention at all. Her red eyes deeply glanced at Yun Che, and she slightly furrowed her brow: “It’s already been a night. Why is your wound healing so slowly?”
“...That’s not important right now. Save Xiao Yun first!”
Indeed, even if it were just a slow recovery from injury, or even if he were severely wounded and dying, with Mo Li here, everything would be completely fine. In her soul form, Mo Li could only exert a tiny fraction of her power, yet she could still distort the space of the Primordial Mystic Ark and alter its travel direction.
Now, Mo Li had only just formed a crude body and hadn’t yet recovered to her peak state, but she was still far stronger than she was in soul form. With her here, this crisis had already ceased to exist.
Mo Li said no more, stepping forward and walking step by step toward Xiao Yun, who was held in Xuanyuan Guxing’s grasp.
“Brother Yun!” Taking advantage of Feng Zukui’s daze, Feng Xue’er quickly broke free and came to Yun Che’s side, firmly grasping his arm. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Mo Li, as if drawn by an irresistible force, including her: “Her... this little sister... who is she...”
Yun Che smiled lightly: “She is my master.”
“Ah?” Feng Xue’er’s lips parted in surprise.
Their low murmurs were inaudible to others, but Feng Zukui beside them, along with the Four Sacred Masters, heard them clearly. Their eyes and expressions shifted slightly at the same time.
What?! This little girl... Yun Che’s master!?
Over seven years, Yun Che had risen from a cripple to his current strength, able to fight an Emperor Lord with King Xuan power... and this was taught by this red-clad, red-haired little girl!?
Watching this strangely appearing young girl walk toward him, she had no aura or imposing presence, yet Xuanyuan Guxing clearly felt a bone-chilling cold. This cold had barely taken root when he suddenly realized... I am the Grand Elder of the Sword Domain, a figure who looks down upon the entire continent. Before me is merely a brat who hasn’t even dried behind the ears. Why am I so inexplicably on guard against her!?
If word got out, wouldn’t the whole world laugh their heads off!
Xuanyuan Guxing relaxed, suddenly feeling that his earlier alertness was utterly ridiculous. He glanced at the vacant-eyed Xiao Yun beside him, crossed his arms, and grinned as he stared at the slowly approaching Mo Li: “Little girl, I don’t know where you popped up from, but this place is far more dangerous than you think. It’s not a place for you to be. You’d better leave now. Such a pretty little girl like you, if you were to...”
Before he finished his sentence, he saw that the girl in the red dress suddenly had a person in her hand. That person was bent over, eyes vacant, and lightly stuck to the red-dressed girl’s palm...
It was Xiao Yun!
And Xuanyuan Guxing’s own right side, where Xiao Yun had been less than half a step away, was now empty!
“Uh...” Xuanyuan Guxing’s pupils dilated more than tenfold. It was as if something was stuck in his throat, turning his words into a hoarse groan: “You... you...”
The red-clad girl had taken a few steps forward, but she was still over ten zhang away. Yet Xiao Yun had somehow gone from beside him to her hand... He hadn’t seen what happened at all!
Not just him, but everyone present, including the Four Sacred Masters, had no idea how Xiao Yun had instantly moved from Xuanyuan Guxing’s side to the red-dressed girl’s hand. Throughout the entire process, they hadn’t seen any movement from the girl, nor sensed any unusual aura.
It was as if space itself had suddenly shifted.
“Wha... what happened?” The people of the Xuanyuan Sword Domain were terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.
Mo Li flicked her small hand backward, casually tossing Xiao Yun to Yun Che.
Yun Che quickly reached out and caught Xiao Yun. Under the poison Gu, Xiao Yun remained in a dazed and wooden state throughout. This terrible Gu poison, capable of eroding the soul, made even a ruthless and desireless sword-wielding ghost deity like... wait, the text says "even a ruthless and desireless sword-wielding ghost deity". But we'll keep the meaning.
The three sword servants of the Xuanyuan Sword Domain—the Heartless Sword Servant, the Ruthless Sword Servant, and the Emotionless Sword Servant—were all top-tier Emperor Lords at the tenth level. They stood at the very peak of the Tian Xuan Continent. For countless years, they had never fought together, because aside from the Four Sacred Masters, there was simply no one in this world worthy of their combined efforts.
It was common knowledge among the Four Sacred Grounds that if they worked together, they could match any single Sacred Master!
Yet now, all three attacked at the same time, joining forces to kill a single young girl!
This was partly because Xuanyuan Guxing and Xuanyuan Guyun had died in an instant, but even more so because Xuanyuan Wentian had never issued a kill order in such a tone.
Three sword-wielding ghost deities drew their swords simultaneously. Those standing hundreds of zhang away felt their bodies would be torn to shreds by the rampaging sword aura. This made it impossible to imagine the terrifying sword might endured by those who directly faced these three swords.
Mo Li did not lift her head, not even moving the corner of her eyes. She only casually grasped with her jade-like, delicate little hand.
Instantly, the surging sword intent and sword aura disappeared without a trace. Also gone were the three black swords in the hands of the three sword servants. They all eerily appeared in Mo Li’s hand, and then she coldly flung them away.
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Six streaks of blood shot across the air. The Heartless Sword Servant, the Ruthless Sword Servant, and the Emotionless Sword Servant were cut in half by their own swords, splitting into six segments. Like six broken blood bags, they fell from the air with spouting streams of blood.