Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1607 - 975: Slaying the Immortal (Part 2)

His entire face was buried under the dense leaves and flowers of plants, the life in his eyes slowly fading into dimness.

The tough and strong skin exuding the color of iron was also inch by inch turning wooden, clearly about to perish.

Guan Yue and Zhou Qingrang’s eyes were filled with deep terror, and then they realized what had happened, their eyes nearly splitting.

Especially Zhou Qingrang, whose face was twisted, nostrils flaring, extreme anger burning fiercely in his eyes:

"You bitch! How dare you... I will make sure you can’t live nor die!"

Ting Yan stared dumbly at the blood covering her hands, as if she had gone stupid.

She... actually killed him!

Zhou Qingrang, however, didn’t care whether she was dumbfounded or not, his face cold and sinister as he raised a sword finger with a sweeping motion.

The evil cauldron on the table trembled violently, a wisp of blood evil fog rose, and at his fingertips, it condensed into a sinister blood-red longsword, aimed straight at Ting Yan’s heart.

Despair filled Ting Yan’s heart with helplessness, knowing she was absolutely no match for these two.

Even if she risked breaking her tail today and escaped heavily injured from this place.

The crime of killing a divine emissary, the karma barrier, would cling to her like decay in her bones, forever irremovable as a mark of guilt.

With her being just a small fox demon, she was absolutely incapable of bearing such consequences.

Since that was the case, it was better to dissolve into this path, more straightforward and liberating.

Just as Ting Yan was about to close her eyes, preparing to face death with as much composure as possible.

A bright, flawless tang blade suddenly appeared in the darkness.

A straight, slender blade.

The blade sliced silently on the blood sword gathered before Zhou Qingrang’s fingertip, sparking dazzling flames.

Zhou Qingrang’s figure was suddenly halted, cracks spreading beneath his feet, his body heavily embedded into the floor.

The vertically slashing Blade, delicate and slender, yet carrying the terrifying might of a mountain.

The sword, condensed of blood evil qi, slanted and missed, slashing into the ground, creating a terrifying burst of wind force that split the bed and thick wall in half.

Through the cracks, the cold moonlight of a snowy night outside was faintly visible.

The dominant blade intent from the silently slashing blade did not dissipate, rising like weightless dust.

The blade edge, suddenly igniting with ghostly blue flames, appeared in front of Zhou Qingrang’s face, moving so fast there wasn’t even time to capture it with thought.

Zhou Qingrang, caught off guard, his eyes reflected blue from the flaming blade, was shocked as he planted his foot firmly, swiftly leaping backward.

But the figure wielding the tang blade moved like the wind touching his clothes, the light blade sweeping along.

Like a piece of fish, the blade pressed steadily against his chin, slicing upward.

The movement was elegant and fierce, effortlessly peeling off his entire face.

"Aaaahhh!!!" Zhou Qingrang’s scream did not last long before the smooth cut on his face burst into blue fire.

The winds and snow flooded into the house, causing the flames to rise, and with a hiss, his entire head was incinerated.

The confrontation ended so quickly.

Guan Yue could hardly believe that someone close to transcendence and empowered with blood evil force like Zhou Qingrang was just killed like that?!

His face twitched violently, eyeing the man standing in the shadows at an angle, asking, "Such audacity, to dare kill a divine emissary?!"

The figure raised the blade to wipe it, the cold blade reflecting a cruelly handsome face, sword-like brows slanting upward, lips thin as blades, his gaze colder than the blade edge itself.

He spoke slowly, "If you dare touch someone from the Demon Alliance, are you prepared to bleed?"

Upon hearing the words Demon Alliance, Guan Yue’s heart sank.

Tonight, Lin Kun had confided too many of Master Feng Xu’s plans and secrets to the fox demon.

If he succeeded in rescuing this fox demon, it would indeed pose endless future troubles.

Despite the regret swelling in his heart, Guan Yue was helpless.

He looked at the youth holding the blade with a gloomy gaze and asked coldly, "Who exactly are you?"

To his cold question, the young man with a stoic expression politely nodded, but his gaze was as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Member of One Drop of Blood, Qingzhi, reporting."

"You are Qingzhi?"

As a divine emissary, Guan Yue had made several moves against the Demon Alliance, secretly capturing banshees, and had probed and understood the Demon Alliance many times.

He was not unfamiliar with the name Qingzhi, an important core member of the Demon Alliance.

But seeing Qingzhi’s strength with his own eyes at this moment far exceeded his expectations.

Facing Qingzhi’s undisguised murderous intent, Guan Yue subconsciously swallowed, "Do you know that killing a divine emissary is a grave crime, your actions today will implicate your entire Demon Alliance!"

Qingzhi chuckled coldly, seemingly not comprehending his threat.

He leaned his body rightward, like a wisp of ghostly presence in the dense darkness, and the light within the room suddenly dimmed.

In the space, he traced a long afterimage in a zig-zag pattern.

Guan Yue roared with anger, but his heart was terror-stricken, wanting to flee while turning to grab the evil cauldron on the table.

Yet as his view spun, he saw his arm leap away, scattering fragments of Blood Pearls.

At that point, his consciousness froze, plunging into eternal darkness.

Ting Yan’s mouth turned extremely bitter as she looked at the two cold corpses on the ground.

And at Lin Kun, whose energy dissipated frantically, she trembled as she spoke: "You’ve killed them, you’ve murdered a divine emissary..."

Then, she laughed softly, self-mockingly: "I’ve killed a divine emissary too..."

Qingzhi’s back was slightly bent, the bones in his neck appearing somewhat haggard and sickly.