Chapter 153: The Demonic Cultivator Dies, the Senior Brother is Injured

The demonic cultivator gripped Ji Yao by the throat, walking step by step slowly toward Mu Baiyun, a playful yet bloodthirsty smile plastered across his face.

"Heartbroken?" The demonic cultivator stopped five paces away from Mu Baiyun, looking down condescendingly at Mu Baiyun, who was lying on the ground struggling to get up, and as if deliberately, used his other hand to caress Ji Yao's neck.

"You must watch closely to see how fragile this slender neck truly is." The demonic cultivator shifted at an angle, seeming to let Mu Baiyun see even more clearly.

Ji Yao was not actually suffering all that much. Driven by some unknown morbid humor, although the hand gripping her neck was tight, it had not yet reached the point of suffocation.

It merely restricted her movements, rendering her body rigid. At this moment, she could neither turn her head nor speak, and her arms could not be raised either; she could only clench her palms tightly with all her might.

It was simply too close! Although the corpse puppet's obedience to commands was somewhat inconsistent at times, there was one rule it could never defy: protecting its master. At such a close distance, the corpse puppet's speed was more than enough to block any attack for that person.

Mu Baiyun kept one hand behind his back while the Listening Thunder Sword in his other hand pointed directly at the opponent. "You speak with too much arrogance. Have you ever asked my sword?"

Ji Yao knew that Mu Baiyun meant for her to hand the jade pendant over to him so that he could execute the plan. However, from the very beginning, the opponent had been staring intently at Senior Brother Yun; how could he possibly fail to guard against every single strike he attempted? The success rate was simply too low.

With this thought in mind, Ji Yao produced another red sword talisman, feigning that she had been shoved away by the cultivator, and grabbed Mu Baiyun's hand, seizing the opportunity to slip the talisman into his palm.

Uncertain whether the demonic cultivator had witnessed the action, Ji Yao prepared a contingency plan. The sword talisman given to Mu Baiyun was naturally not the one from Mo Daoyan, but rather the one bestowed by Master Zhaoming.

Before their departure, Ling Ru had even split one from her own collection and given it to her.

Mu Baiyun received the sword talisman and pushed the advantages of his spiritual roots to their absolute limit. Across the entire arena, only flashes of lightning and darting figures could be seen, trapping the Nascent Soul cultivator in the center and leaving him fatigued from parrying.

At this point, it was already clearly visible that the opponent's robes were tattered with numerous sword gashes, with blood faintly seeping through. The deepest slash was carved right across the man's face, so severe that the bone was almost exposed.

Ji Yao realized that she had still underestimated Mu Baiyun. Facing a gap of at least a major cultivation realm, Mu Baiyun had managed to inflict such severe injuries upon his opponent while suffering a severe disadvantage himself, which was a true testament to his formidable capability.

Yet the consequence of this was naturally to enrage the adversary. The demonic cultivator reached up to wipe away the blood on his face, his pale fingers brushing over the wound. Black Qi surged around the gash, staunching the flow of blood as it slowly began to heal.