Surprise Attack from Eighth Senior Sister!

An Ambush from Eighth Senior Sister! "Haste!"

Wu De suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of his vital blood essence in front of him, his hands forming a complex seal as fast as phantoms.

The white-robed sword cultivator trapped in the center only felt his vision blur.

The thirty-six female corpses, whose eyes had originally been lifeless, let out shrieks that did not sound human the instant they were stained with Wu De's blood essence.

The yin energy around them instantly surged. Their beautiful faces twisted into savage grimaces, their fingernails grew wildly, and a jet-black sheen flickered over them.

A strange formation took shape in an instant. Yin wind howled, ghosts wailed, and spirits screamed, actually slowing the white-robed sword cultivator's fierce sword momentum by half a beat.

One of the female corpses suddenly reached forward with her claws and forcefully slapped that azure flying sword away with a single strike.

The white-robed sword cultivator's expression shifted slightly, clearly not having expected Wu De to still have such a trump-card, life-risking method hidden at the bottom of his chest.

However, after activating the secret art, Wu De's face was as pale as paper, and his aura had withered to the extreme.

The two sides fell into a brief standoff.

But that balance shattered in the blink of an eye.

"Break!"

A cold gleam burst from the white-robed sword cultivator's eyes, and sword intent shot up from his body into the heavens. The flying sword that had been knocked away let out a mournful cry, and a heaven-shocking sword rainbow tore through the sky, directly cutting one of the female corpses in half at the waist.

The formation was broken!

All color instantly drained from Wu De's face, leaving it filled with despair.

Without the slightest hesitation, he spat out another large mouthful of blood essence and cast the Blood Escape Art.

His entire body turned into a streak of bloody light, and without even looking back, he fled madly toward the distant horizon, no longer able to care about the remaining thirty-five female corpses on the ground.

"Where do you think you're running!"

The white-robed sword cultivator snorted coldly and directly chased after him on his sword. The two streaks of light vanished into the sky in an instant.

Within the mountain hollow, deathly silence returned.

Only the thirty-five female corpses remained, standing quietly in place because they had lost control.

Hidden within the mountain rock dozens of zhang deep, Zhao Hao's heart began to pound wildly despite himself.

Greed and caution waged a frantic war in his mind.

Those were thirty-five Corpse Refinings at the peak of Qi Refining! Each one was worth a thousand spirit stones!

A total of thirty-five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones!

If he sold them all, the resources would be enough for him to break through to Foundation Establishment.

In the Demonic Sect, the bold stuffed themselves to death, while the timid starved.

He would do it!

He hesitated no longer. His figure silently sank into the earth, and he cast the Earth Escape Art, swiftly approaching those female corpses like the slickest swimming fish.

A moment later, he arrived beneath the female corpses' feet, and with a flash, his figure appeared on the road surface.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he took all thirty-five priceless Corpse Refinings into his storage bag.

Just as he put away all the Corpse Refinings and prepared to run—

A terrifying sense of crisis that made his scalp go numb and his soul freeze suddenly exploded from the bottom of his heart.

A cultivator's spiritual intuition was warning him frantically.

Without even thinking, Zhao Hao almost relied purely on instinct as he pushed the Light Body Art to its limit, his entire body abruptly shifting sideways.

Pfft!

A sharp sound of something tearing through the air brushed past his ear, the forceful wind slicing his cheek until it stung.

Almost at the same moment, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and a deep gully appeared out of thin air as shattered stones flew in all directions.

Zhao Hao rolled on the ground like a lazy donkey, his movements wretched to the extreme, yet by the narrowest of margins he avoided this fatal sneak attack.

He flipped over and half-knelt. In the flash of a thought, that first-rank top-grade Ghost Bone Dagger was already in his hand, and he poured every bit of his seventh-layer Qi Refining spiritual energy into it without holding anything back. The blade hummed, ready to strike.

He abruptly raised his head and looked toward the direction of the attacker.

A petite figure stood gracefully on the branch of an ancient tree, looking down at him from above.

The newcomer was actually Eighth Senior Sister, Lin Yaoyao, who should have parted ways with him long ago!

At this moment, there was no trace of her previous lively, free-spirited manner on her face. In its place was an expression interwoven with amusement and coldness.

Her large eyes, once so lively, narrowed slightly, like a cat that had fixed its gaze on its prey.

In front of her hovered a ghastly white Bone Blade no more than a foot long. A ghostly green light flowed over the blade, clearly showing that it was no ordinary item.

"Ninth Junior Brother, did you learn that Earth Escape Art of yours from a dirt rat? Even I couldn't detect your tracks!"

Lin Yaoyao's voice was still crisp, but it no longer held its former warmth.

Zhao Hao said nothing.

His mind was spinning at full speed.

Explain?

In the Extreme Yin Sect, where people ate you without spitting out the bones, explanations were the most powerless thing of all. When your secret was exposed before another person, there were only two outcomes.

You died, or she died.

There was no third choice.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Lin Yaoyao drifted lightly down from the branch, the ghastly pale Bone Blade spinning deftly around her fingertips as she pressed toward Zhao Hao step by step.

"If Senior Sister hadn't kept an extra eye out, maybe I really would've foolishly gone off somewhere to rest and recover."

"That fleeing speed of yours along the way really doesn't look like something someone at the fourth level of Qi Refining should have, does it?"

With every sentence she spoke, Zhao Hao's heart sank a little further.

So she hadn't gone in another direction at all. Instead, she had followed behind him in some way he had failed to notice!

"Hand the thing over."

Lin Yaoyao stopped thirty zhang in front of Zhao Hao, the Bone Blade pointing at him from afar, the playful smile on her face deepening.

"For the sake of you helping Senior Sister test so many thunder traps, I can show a bit of kindness and spare your little life!"

"As long as you swear a great heart-devil oath and obediently listen to Senior Sister from now on, Senior Sister can refrain from exposing your true cultivation!"

Zhao Hao remained silent.

He slowly stood up, and the Ghost Bone Sword floated into the air.

In the next instant, the sword moved!

Without the slightest bit of nonsense, the Ghost Bone Sword shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, turning into an afterimage as it stabbed straight at Lin Yaoyao's throat!

The one who struck first gained the upper hand!

"You overestimate yourself!"

The corner of Lin Yaoyao's mouth curled with a touch of ridicule. Faced with this fierce sword strike, she did not even move her feet.

She merely gave her wrist a light flick, and that ghastly pale Bone Blade let out a shrill whistle, arriving later yet striking first.

The sword blade and the Bone Blade clashed, and the sword was instantly knocked flying. The Bone Blade only made a single circle before returning to Lin Yaoyao's front.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining? A Heavenly Spiritual Root really is impressive."

Lin Yaoyao clicked her tongue in wonder, but her offensive did not pause in the slightest.

With a beckon of her hand, the Bone Blade closed in like a ghost, transforming into blade shadows that filled the sky and sealed off all of Zhao Hao's escape routes from every direction.

Zhao Hao's expression changed abruptly. Lin Yaoyao's combat experience was far beyond what a rookie who had come halfway into the craft like him could compare with.

Every one of her attacks pointed straight at his flaws, and every move was incomparably vicious.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Dense collision sounds rang out without end. Zhao Hao had no time at all to call upon his spiritual sense to control the flying sword. If not for the fact that his movement technique had already reached perfection, he would probably have been wounded by now.

"Too weak, Ninth Junior Brother."

Lin Yaoyao's voice carried a trace of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Having only cultivation but not knowing how to fight won't let you live long."

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth. After being forced into a sorry roll by the Bone Blade once again, his back slammed heavily into a piece of mountain rock, and in his black pupils, a trace of resolve suddenly flashed!

There was nowhere left to retreat!

Then he would not retreat!

Just as Lin Yaoyao was about to drive the Bone Blade again, preparing to end his life in one stroke, a fierce light flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes!

Evil Light Art!

He did not even form a hand seal. With only a thought, the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly out, and a black beam of light condensed as if solid solemnly took shape!

The perfected Evil Light Art burst forth in an instant!