101 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

### Chapter 101 ### Previous Chapter Bookmark Manage Bookshelf Back to Directory Next Chapter The twin moon wheels, which were knocked back, were caught by the opponent once again. Bai Fan, panting heavily, kept her gaze fixed on the three individuals before her. The Pure Yang Sword in her hand grew ever more dazzling. Shang Wu Fang's brow furrowed at the sight. He immediately addressed the half-faced woman beside him, "Second sister, how about joining forces with me to deal with her?" The half-faced woman nodded upon hearing this. The two stood side by side, releasing their spiritual pressure in unison. Erupting from their bodies, their red and white spiritual energies flared wildly, instantly overshadowing the brilliance of Bai Fan's sword. The intense light stung Bai Fan's eyes. As the light dissipated, the two individuals had astonishingly merged into one, creating a hybrid figure — half male, half female, like the Red and White Fiends. Bai Fan nearly froze in fear, realizing the two had combined into a single entity. Their cultivation surged from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage, a significant leap several levels above Bai Fan's own. The Red and White Fiend wielded the half-faced woman's long sword in one hand and Shang Wu Fang's twin moon wheels in the other. Turning toward the burly man at the side, they called out, "Third brother, you guard the rear." Their voice was an eerie blend of male and female tones, layered as if two people were speaking simultaneously. Bai Fan felt a chill run down her spine, horrified by the existence of a skill that could merge two people into one. Suddenly, the burly man sprang behind Bai Fan. His bulging muscles shone with a faint metallic sheen, resembling meticulously forged steel. The massive hammer in his hand seemed like a boulder from the creation of the world. Without giving Bai Fan a moment to prepare, the burly man charged aggressively, his eyes red as if possessed by a fierce beast unafraid of death or pain. Swinging the giant hammer, he aimed directly at Bai Fan, each strike as forceful as the split of heaven and earth. Bai Fan hurriedly dodged, rolling on the ground. The hammer landed dangerously close. "Boom!" A cloud of sand erupted. Before Bai Fan could get back on her feet, a beam of sword light flew towards her. Unable to dodge in time, the beam struck her shoulder, scraping her skin with a grating sound akin to dull iron. Gritting her teeth, Bai Fan was forced several paces back. Examining her shoulder, she noticed the white fabric had been stained with bright orange blood. Clutching her injured shoulder, Bai Fan's anger surged. The veins in her neck bulged grotesquely as she seethed with frustration, cursing herself for trusting Shang Wu Fang, who deceived her into coming here. She roared, her voice trembling with fury, shaking the hearts of those who heard. "Shang Wu Fang, I’ve no quarrel with you! Why do you want my life?" The Red and White Fiend fixated on the orange blood oozed from Bai Fan’s shoulder, sneering, "Blame it on being a yao (monster). You should have been reincarnated more wisely. Complain to the King of Hell." On hearing this, Bai Fan’s face contorted with anger. She had underestimated Shang Wu Fang, believing him to be scheming but not to the extent of wanting her dead. On top of that, he had lured her out of the city into an ambush. Fueled by a murderous rage, Bai Fan’s toes lifted off the ground. Her figure soared into the air, gazing sharply down at her opponents, eyes like blades. The brilliance of her Pure Yang Sword radiated fiercely. Raising her hand, she slashed downwards, transforming the sword light into countless blades that trapped her opponents. She intended to fend them off. However, the difference in their cultivation was insurmountable. A mere gesture from Red and White, with a sweep of their sleeve, made the myriad sword lights dissolve instantly. In a flash, Red and White together with the burly man blocked Bai Fan’s escape, confining her within a formation conjured by a small flag tossed into the air. A glowing wall surrounded her on all sides. Bai Fan’s face darkened as she noticed her escape route vanish. Her heart tightened, realizing her adversaries were well-prepared. Before Bai Fan could react further, Red and White charged. Their raised long sword and twin moon wheels, now imbued with a sinister blood-red hue, loomed like a blood moon, casting a chilling shadow over Bai Fan’s heart. "Damn it." Just as Bai Fan glimpsed the blood moon, her entire being felt immobilized, blood freezing solid, eyes unable to move. The merging of Red and White gave them the power to execute this blood moon technique, trapping and immobilizing Bai Fan. As shards of realization shot through her, a heavy sense of impending doom settled over Bai Fan when she suddenly noticed the burly man wasn’t in sight. High above, the burly man, brandishing his massive hammer with the force of creation, bore no spiritual energy fluctuations, relying solely on immense physical might. Bai Fan sensed the crushing weight of the hammer—it would cause devastating injuries even to her beastly body. Just as the giant hammer was about to strike, a surge of dragon breath spewed from Bai Fan's throat, engulfing Red and White directly ahead. The dragon breath, fiery and toxic, swallowed them whole, unleashing a gut-wrenching scream. "Ah!" The blood moon overhead vanished in an instant, and Bai Fan regained mobility. In a flash, Bai Fan dodged the massive hammer by a hair's breadth, jumping a safe distance away. When the dragon breath subsided, Red and White lay severely burnt, their bodies struggling to heal against persistent corrosive poison. Instead of being picturesque, their forms twisted hideously, their burnt skin resembling molten wax—an abhorrent spectacle. Staring incredulously, Bai Fan had never imagined her dragon breath could inflict such severe damage. She felt relieved she hadn't used it against humans before. "I'm going to kill you." The strange, distorted voice emanated from Red and White, now trembling with rage, their fused form visibly destabilizing into two overlapping shadows. The burly man glanced at them, his skin turning bright red like heated iron, emitting scorching heat. Each breath was like that of a colossal beast, accompanied by drum-like echoes from within. The sight shocked Bai Fan—this no longer resembled a human, but a monster. Charging like a raging bull, swinging his hammer with tremendous speed, he created sonic booms in the air. Bai Fan stood her ground. Though her magic might be weak, her physique, a legacy of her feral heritage, would not yield. As the hammer fell, Bai Fan caught it with one hand, her arm morphing into a dragon claw. Scales like armor covered it. Despite the immense strain, she managed to contain the hammer’s force, albeit with blood running from her scales. With a defiant roar, Bai Fan tightened her grip, increasing her strength. The hammer cracked under her might, eventually shattering. Bai Fan’s fist then targeted the man’s heart. Resembling the reverberation of a bell, Bai Fan’s bones fractured instantaneously while the burly man was sent flying, plowing into the ground and kicking up a storm of dust. Sensing another incoming sword stroke behind her, Bai Fan dodged. Red and White flew at her again, following up with the twin moon wheels. Using her uninjured hand, Bai Fan intercepted them. The force sent her skidding several meters before stopping. At this moment, her right hand tingled with numbness, and her soles heated from friction. Suddenly, a sharp crack resonated near her ear! The Pure Yang Sword in her right hand shattered, splintering like a spider web into powder, leaving only the hilt in Bai Fan’s grasp. ### Chapter 101 (Continued) Red and White’s long black hair whipped up like seaweed in the wind. Their entire Nascent Soul cultivation pressure burst forth, and Bai Fan felt as though a mountain was bearing down on her. Her waist bent, and her knees began to buckle, nearly bringing her to the ground. Her eyes widened in defiance. She had never yielded to anyone in her life, not even to the heavens. The golden core within her spun rapidly, causing her spiritual energy to surge. Her previously bound hair scattered wildly, her sleeves flapped noisily, and she shouted, "You’re just a temporarily advanced Nascent Soul due to a technique! How can you make me kneel!" Dropping the sword hilt, Bai Fan glared at Red and White, who now looked hideously aged, resembling an eighty-year-old crone. Without the Pure Yang Sword and isolated from natural elements due to the surrounding formation, she couldn't employ her learned Thunder God Incantation. Any summoned lightning would be too weak to harm her opponent. As her spiritual energy intensified, Bai Fan slowly straightened her knees, but her bones trembled violently, liable to turn to powder at any moment. Blood began to seep from various parts of her body under the immense pressure. Her eyes widened as she coughed out an orange mist of blood. A sense of helplessness crept in. The vast difference in their cultivation levels made hope seem fleeting. But she refused to die here, more so in this desolate place. There were people in Loulan City waiting for her return. Bai Fan lifted her head to the unseen sky, blood spilling from her mouth, her mind flooded with memories, like fleeting images in a moving diorama. Suddenly, at that very moment, under the distant setting sun, a streak of green flew towards her, accompanied by melodious flute music, as if it were a heavenly sound. #### ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Wow, so much nutrient fluid! Big hugs! (?) For those who voted for me or nourished me with nutrient fluid— Thanks to the little angels who irrigated [Nutrient Fluid]: kanbujian 10 bottles; Pu 2 bottles; Thank you all so very much for your support—I’ll keep working hard! ### Previous Chapter Bookmark Manage Bookshelf Back to Directory Next Chapter #### Home Computer Version Bookshelf Novels Popular Novels