Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1345 - 862: Heart Demon Oath (Part 2)

Yin Baishuang gave him a cold glance, closed the box, and performed a shocking gesture.

She swung her arm and directly threw the box onto the seat where a man sat alone: "Sword Master, I believe you’re not unfamiliar with this aura, are you?"

Zheng Siyan’s eyelids suddenly twitched, as something he had been ignoring was abruptly brought back to his attention.

This is bad!

Baili Yu caught the wooden box, his gaze deep and without light, and slowly opened the box.

With a snap, he immediately closed it again.

He stood up abruptly, without hesitation, and was about to turn and leave.

"Sword Master, don’t be in a hurry to leave, the good show here has yet to begin."

Yin Baishuang slightly smiled, a smile devoid of warmth, but it was the first smile she showed since entering the hall.

Though cold, the smile astonished the whole room.

Baili Yu paused his steps, slightly turned to look at Yin Baishuang, his usually indifferent and emotionless eyes now devoid of coldness, but rather carried a trace of politeness as he said, "I have urgent matters to attend to..."

"Regardless of the urgency, I ask the Sword Master to hold off for a moment."

This statement caused an uproar in the room.

In the current world, there are three strongest sects, and likewise, three strongest individuals.

In terms of fearsome reputation, it wasn’t the Sect Master of the West, whose smile was as warm as the spring breeze yet was vengeful.

Nor was it the Palace Master of the South, brutish with a violent temper, who could annihilate a whole sect over a disagreement.

But rather, this cold-faced, cold-hearted, decisive and emotionless Sword Master!

For a thousand years, he has become a nightmare for the people of the Demon Sect, as well as an admired and respected figure among the righteous.

Young girl, no matter how arrogant you are, even if bold enough to boast in the Ghost Sect of Jiuyuan Mountain, you cannot afford to act recklessly before this man.

Didn’t you notice the change in your father’s expression?

To everyone’s astonishment, the Sword Master of Tianxi Sword Sect glanced complexly at the black wooden box, nodded, and softly said, "So be it, I need to understand what’s going on."

Yin Baishuang satisfactorily withdrew her gaze from him, totally ignoring the ghostly expressions of everyone, including her father.

She raised her slender arms, removed the heavy and luxurious phoenix crown from her hair, and casually discarded it on the ground, the pearls strung on the crown scattering all over.

Her black hair, like a waterfall, fell and spread out, exuding a natural elegance that required no embellishment.

Unveiling, discarding the phoenix crown.

The implications were all too clear.

Zheng Siyan’s once fiery heart sank again: "What do you mean?"

Yin Baishuang slowly extended her fair and jade-like hand, her hand as soft as a young leaf, skin as smooth as cream.

As her hand formed a gentle fist, frost surged, coalescing into an icy form, eventually becoming a slender ice pillar in her palm.

He looked at Zheng Siyan, who was also dressed in a bright red official robe, his brow and eyes filled solely with resolute and pure battle intent.

Her voice was as faint as the wind and snow on distant mountains: "I challenge you to a duel and send you to your death!"

On her wedding day, before she even had a chance to change out of her ceremonial dress, she openly declared her intent to take a life.

What an ironic sight.

Zheng Siyan’s face displayed the anger of being toyed with; his fists clenched until they creaked, extremely unwilling, his eyes darkened as he said, "You promised me!"

Yin Baishuang squinted her eyes into a crescent moon shape, extremely charming yet devoid of any smile, her tone slightly mocking: "Do you actually trust the words of a woman?"

Zheng Siyan exclaimed indignantly, "But you swore a Heart Demon Oath; do you intend to defy your vow and die an untimely death?!"

The ice crystal in her jade hand shattered into a web of cracks, splitting into countless sharp shards. The shards didn’t fall onto the expensive carpet but instead hung in the air, heading straight for Zheng Siyan.

Amidst the shards was a chilling longsword named Frost Hidden.

"I am not you, I have no shame before my heart, why fear the Heart Demon!" Yin Baishuang’s cold and sharp gaze fell upon Zheng Siyan’s stunned face, her eyes slightly mocking, "Do you think you, Zheng Siyan, have the worth to become the Heart Demon in my heart?"

He simply does not carry that weight!

With a slight turn of her wrist, the sword tip ’gently’ tapped on an ice shard, which immediately transformed into a sharp arrow, shooting forth with a whoosh, piercing through in a white stream of air.

Zheng Siyan’s eyelids twitched, and his scalp tingled instantly.

Yin Baishuang broke through the realm yesterday, while he was still at the Ninth Grade of seeking the Dao, the disparity in their strengths was by no means a mere inch.

Daring not to be careless at all, a pitch-black, short Qiang Flute slipped from his wide sleeve into his palm, deflecting the incoming ice shard.

Unable to shatter it, he could only deflect.

But the force was still a few degrees lighter, making the deflection trajectory not quite obvious.

The sharp ice shard tore through the fabric on his shoulder, causing a sharp, bone-chilling pain that paralyzed half of his body, making his movements more rigid.

"This is too much!"

Bang!

The Ghost Sect Leader and his spouse, enraged at seeing their son injured, slammed the tea table, ready to take down Yin Baishuang.

Yin Dufeng’s eyes flickered, but before he could act.

The thundering roar charged forward!

Sizzling with electrical light and flame, a silver long spear embedded itself at an angle in front of the Ghost Sect couple, with a vigorous pattern of thunder spread over its entire shaft, its sharp tip continuously spewing lightning fire.

Divine Spear Lei Wu!

The crowd recognized the origin of the spear and instinctively looked towards that direction.

Baili Yu’s cold voice rang out, with an undisguised tone of slaughter: "I advise the two of you not to act rashly, I am in a very bad mood right now."

Baili Yu’s black-red sword robe flapped wildly despite no wind, and his dark eyes reflected a cold, sharp Sword Intent: "I’m in such a bad mood... I might kill."

His cold, thin lips lifted mercilessly, and everyone in the scene involuntarily shivered.

The Ghost Sect couple exchanged glances for a moment, intimidated by the aura of the Grand Sect Master and his gaze as cold as frost and snow.

They came to a halt, not daring to advance.

Inwardly, they were extremely anxious.

Oh son, what sin did you commit to wanting to marry this woman home.

Now this is great, she’s determined to make a Heart Demon Oath just to kill you, and that mad god over there is somehow intervening.

How are we supposed to protect your life now!

"Today, no one can save you." Yin Baishuang said coldly.

Zheng Siyan, both angry and sad, said: "I loved you with all my heart, pitied you, do you really want to kill me so much?"

Yin Baishuang chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes icy: "To me, you are no different from a stranger, but because of your stupidity and selfishness, I made him sad today, so you, must die!"

Zheng Siyan’s jealousy and anger were ignited, his face flushed red as he said: "Again, him! Again, him! What does that kid have that makes you like him, a cultivation waste, is he worth you killing me for!"

Baili Yu frowned deeply, looking at Zheng Siyan as if he were a dead man.

"You dare compare yourself to him!" Yin Baishuang noticed Baili Yu’s gaze and decided not to waste any more words, forming a hand seal with her left hand and pushing forward.

Dozens of ice shards hovering between the two shot out with a swoosh, piercing through the air with precision.

A single ice shard was enough to freeze half of Zheng Siyan’s body into numbness and stiffness, and now with this overwhelming, dense attack, he had no reason to survive for more than three breaths.

"You forced me to do this!"

The pitch-black Qiang Flute flew into his mouth, and he swiftly played with one hand.

"Wuuuu~~~~~~~"

The sharp, piercing sound of the Qiang Flute was like the sound of ghostly claws scraping against an iron door, intensely uncomfortable, with an oddly evil and nauseating feeling.

Even with hands covering ears, it could still clearly penetrate into the ears.

Some of those with weaker cultivation were directly retching uncontrollably, frantically clawing at their throats, as if they had lost consciousness.

The candlelight remained still, yet Zheng Siyan’s shadow behind him inexplicably stretched diagonally with the sound of the Qiang Flute, dancing like a demon.

Four scarlet vertical pupils flickered in his pitch-black eyes.

"Hehehe..."

An eerie baby-like laughter echoed throughout the hall.