The battle at Kylin Pavilion had reached its end, when suddenly, the winds and clouds shifted once more. Yue Zhinv appeared, descending from the sky.
A blood-red oil-paper umbrella blotted out the cold moon in the heavens. Beneath the moon, an immortal maiden descended into the mortal world, her transcendent bearing making it impossible to tell immortal from demon.
"Yue Zhinv!"
Seeing the newcomer, Ning Chen's eyes darkened. He made no effort to conceal the killing intent around him, and Baleful Intent surged from his immortal sword.
Yue Zhinv descended, her gaze sweeping across Kylin Pavilion, which had been utterly destroyed by the great battle. Calmly, she said, "To destroy an ancient inheritance by your strength alone—Ninth Son of Ink Sect, or perhaps I should call you Marquis of Knowing Fate—your rate of growth has truly exceeded my expectations."
"So you could no longer hold back from making your move?" Ning Chen said coldly.
"Removing a potential nuisance while the opportunity presents itself is nothing strange." Yue Zhinv stepped forward and replied.
Ning Chen showed no fear. "Then you may try. I only hope that the potential nuisance you speak of does not become a true nuisance."
Yue Zhinv stopped and looked at the man before her. "If you were at your peak, killing you might be difficult. But under the present circumstances, killing you would take no more effort than blowing away dust."
"You are so confident. It seems Heavenly Demon Palace has waited a long time for this day," Ning Chen said indifferently.
"Your fate is unlike that of ordinary people. To kill you, one merely needs to seize the right moment. It is not as difficult as imagined," Yue Zhinv said softly.
"Then is this the moment you believe to be right? Since that is so, there