Chapter 260: Seeing You Once

Yuan Yao thought his words were indeed true; if they could truly be put into practice and succeed, they would surely shatter the alliance of the demon and monster races at once.

Just…

Her heart felt as if being gnawed by countless ants, full of repulsion toward cooperating with him.

"Yuan Daoist friend." Xie Yan saw her distracted and called softly.

Yuan Yao, as if waking from a dream, looked up at Xie Yan and politely declined: "Sorry, Xie Daoist friend, I have my own plan to carry out."

Xie Yan's fingertips tightened slightly, "Yuan Daoist friend, you don't trust me?"

"Of course not." Yuan Yao shook her head, smiled faintly, "Xie Daoist friend certainly has the ability, but I truly cannot cooperate with you. Xie Daoist friend can find someone else."

Xie Yan saw her resolve not to cooperate, felt a slight pressure in his chest, and gave a cold "hm."

Just as Yuan Yao was about to say "farewell," a clamor suddenly came from outside.

Yuan Yao was startled, rushed to the window, and carefully pushed open a cracked, dilapidated window a sliver.

Through the narrow gap she looked out, and what met her eyes was an incredibly familiar face.

"Lu Xiangxiang?!" Yuan Yao's complexion shifted slightly.

At the same time, Lu Xiangxiang was being pursued by a group of demon soldiers.

Lu Xiangxiang had accumulated many injuries, her face pale; in the frantic escape she had no time for anything else, and she didn't notice that in a nearby abandoned hut another person was silently watching her.

Yuan Yao had previously guessed that Lu Xiangxiang would enter the Flowing Light Secret Realm, but she hadn't expected to encounter her so abruptly.

"Do you know?"

At some point, Xie Yan had already moved behind her.

Yuan Yao: "…"

"Know her," she said.

"Do you want to save her?"

"I want to kill her."

Xie Yan fell silent upon hearing such blunt words.

Yuan Yao stared tightly at Lu Xiangxiang's fleeing silhouette, then fell into deep thought; she suddenly clenched her fingers, turned to Xie Yan and said, "Xie Daoist friend, I will cooperate with you."

As long as we can alter this set ending, anything is fine.

Xie Yan looked at her eyes, which seemed to hold a sky full of stars—bright, clear, resolute and decisive.

"Fine." he replied.

Then the two silently followed Lu Xiangxiang and the demon soldiers.

Just as Lu Xiangxiang was about to shake off the demon soldiers, the void tore open, and another demon Elder arrived, who without hesitation raised his palm and struck at Lu Xiangxiang.

Bang!

A booming sound, and Lu Xiangxiang, like a kite with its line cut, flailed and crashed hard onto the ground.

Blood spurted from Lu Xiangxiang's mouth corner, her complexion turned even paler.

The demon Elder flung a Bind Immortal Rope at her, binding her.

Lu Xiangxiang's spiritual power was instantly sealed.

Her expression shifted unpredictably as she shouted, "I am a person of the Great Prince!"

"Before the Prince's death, I, this Elder, will perform the Soul Search Technique on you and preserve a memory imprint."

"Quan Wu really died?!" Lu Xiangxiang exclaimed in disbelief.

Hearing this, the demon Elder's expression grew gloomier; he shifted, appeared before Lu Xiangxiang, and placed his hand over her Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Lu Xiangxiang instantly showed a look of pain.

Just as the demon Elder was about to search her memories, he suddenly sensed a strong dangerous aura; before he could withdraw his hand, a terrifying force erupting from Lu Xiangxiang flipped him to the ground.

The demon soldiers present were startled, then saw the Bind Immortal Rope on Lu Xiangxiang snap apart.

A vague phantom emerged from Lu Xiangxiang, surged toward the demon Elder.

The demon Elder hadn't time to block, and a powerful sword aura sliced his throat.

He reached to cover his bleeding neck, dying with eyes unclosed, collapsed onto the ground.

The demon soldiers, seeing this, were terrified and pale.

Many demon soldiers bolted away.

The remaining soldiers dared not approach, retreating en masse.

Lu Xiangxiang suddenly turned toward the demon soldiers, "Kill them!"

As her voice fell, the phantom suddenly swung a sword.

In an instant, none of the demon soldiers escaped.

"Bang bang bang" they fell dead.

At that moment, the phantom seemed to notice something and looked toward a direction.

Lu Xiangxiang followed its gaze but saw nothing unusual.

"What's wrong?"

The phantom made no sound, paused for a few seconds, then began to fade away.

Lu Xiangxiang stared at the vanished phantom, then shifted her gaze to the demon Elder.

She kept a composed face, pondering why the so cunning Quan Wu had been killed.

Who actually acted?

Ying Wuji?

Qian Yunzhou?

Or perhaps… Sikong Banxue?

Lu Xiangxiang thought of Sikong Banxue, and she felt uncomfortable.

Because Sikong Banxue is the only female disciple of Formless Immortal Venerable Xu Yanzhi.

As a disciple, Sikong Banxue actually harbored improper thoughts toward her own master!

In her previous life, because of Sikong Banxue's existence, she and Yanzhi had many awkward moments.

Lu Xiangxiang's eyes dimmed slightly.

Just as she was distracted, a shadow suddenly attacked.

A sack was pulled over her head.

"Who?!" Lu Xiangxiang exclaimed.

Lu Xiangxiang was violently shoved to the ground; the attacker swung fists and pummeled her body, each blow carrying the force of thunder, as if trying to break her bones, pain twisting her face.

"Yuan Yao!!!" Lu Xiangxiang quickly realized, she let out a hoarse shout, frantically struggled, wanting to gather spiritual power and strike toward Yuan Yao.

"Really smart, it's me!"

"Lu Xiangxiang, you're incredibly unlucky! Running into me again!"

Yuan Yao quickly subdued Lu Xiangxiang's struggling limbs.

"I, Yuan Yao, said I'd beat you every time I see you!"

"You're crazy! Let me go!" Lu Xiangxiang struggled desperately.

And the next moment—

Rip!

The pain of the sword blade piercing flesh surged, making Lu Xiangxiang let out a shrill scream.

"Lu Xiangxiang, I won't kill you, but from now on, not only will I beat you whenever I see you, I'll also stab you with a sword!" Yuan Yao's face was as cold as ice; she drew her sword without mercy.

She did not cripple Lu Xiangxiang's cultivation and dantian, because she knew that even if she did, Lu Xiangxiang would thereby gain an even greater opportunity!

Yuan Yao quickly rose to her feet and glanced at Xie Yan.

She and Xie Yan had already vanished from the spot before Lu Xiangxiang could remove the sack.

Lu Xiangxiang's face was bruised and swollen, her lips pallid; she removed the sack, glanced around, her expression turning grim and ugly, her eyes filled with vengeful hatred, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yuan Yao!"

She would surely kill Yuan Yao!

Kill this variable!