Chapter 531: Kill You

The falling bird stabilized its form, turned, and flew upward; Pan Yun saw it and stopped wasting words—her Three Treasures Cauldron shot forward with a hiss, and she leapt after it, her sword qi slicing like a rainbow toward its neck…

The man hadn't expected her to launch a killing strike without a word; he swiftly attacked from behind, rushing toward her.

The bird let out a shrill cry, unable to dodge Pan Yun's sword qi, so it flapped its wings and unleashed a surge of demonic energy to block the blade's advance.

The sword qi weakened, striking the bird's chest and piercing only a single blood hole—just as the man's killing technique arrived.

But Pan Yun slipped like an eel; after thrusting her sword, she didn't even look to see the result, zipping with a hiss into the cauldron, while the Three Treasures Cauldron tilted, lifting half its base to block his incoming thrust.

The Three Treasures Cauldron's material was exceptional—the sword struck it with a sharp ding, leaving only a scratch.

The opponent paused briefly, preparing to fly up and circle around to force her out—when three or four fireballs suddenly shot from the side vents of the Three Treasures Cauldron, striking him in unison.

He immediately swung his sword to knock the fireballs away, then let out a cry; the bird spread its wings and lifted him up—but in that instant of distraction, a streak of spiritual light shot toward him. He couldn't dodge it, grunted in pain, lowered his head, and saw his left shoulder had been pierced through, blood gushing steadily.

He quickly tapped his left chest, temporarily slowing the bleeding, then glared at the Three Treasures Cauldron with furious hatred.

The bird and he shared a mental bond; it seemed to sense they were temporarily outmatched, so it flew backward, creating distance.

The Three Treasures Cauldron rose straight, and Pan Yun emerged, sword in hand.

Both sides glared at each other with hatred.

Pan Yun saw him daring to glare at her—her anger flared further. She pointed her sword at him and shouted: "How dare you be angry? I have no grudge against you! You ambushed me on the road—that's bad enough. You cowardly launched a sneak attack—that's bad enough. When I refused to let you kill me, you still dare to be angry? Who gave you the nerve? Did your parents forget to give you a heart, liver, spleen, lungs—"

The man flew into a rage and blurted: "Your senior brothers and sisters killed my older brother—I'm killing you to avenge him!"

"Bullshit! My senior brothers and sisters are the finest people under heaven—how could they kill anyone? If you've got the guts, name your older brother!"

"My older brother is Ming Yi of the Ming Ying Sect!" The man regretted his words the moment he spoke.

Pan Yun's fury vanished instantly; she snorted coldly: "So you're from that pack of scoundrels in the Ming Ying Sect? Then you're one of them too?"

Ming San remained silent.

Pan Yun shook her sword and said coldly: "Whether you are or not doesn't matter—either way, it'll be blamed on the Ming Ying Sect."

Without waiting for his reply, the Three Treasures Cauldron surged toward him.

He was also a First Marquis, and had broken through long ago—but his spiritual energy was inferior to Pan Yun's, his stamina far weaker, let alone his spellcraft and sword techniques.

He only had more experience in brawling.

He had the bird; Pan Yun had the Three Treasures Cauldron. For now, Pan Yun held the upper hand, and as time passed, her advantage grew clearer.

Ming San hadn't expected a girl barely ten years old to wield so many spells so skillfully.

Fireballs, ice arrows, occasional distractions—his sword technique was also brutally sharp. From dusk until nightfall, he'd only wounded her once, while he and the bird were covered in wounds.

Most deadly of all, his and the bird's stamina and spiritual energy were nearly exhausted.

Not to mention the bird—he no longer wanted to fight.

The bird let out a shrill cry; Ming San understood—it was the signal to retreat.

He gritted his teeth, responded with a cry, and as he and the bird passed Pan Yun in combat, they didn't turn back to strike—instead, they flapped their wings and fled. Pan Yun saw the bird carrying him away and refused to let the tiger return to the mountains—the Three Treasures Cauldron shot forward with a hiss, chasing after them.

Pan Xiaohei had already been battered into silence inside the cauldron, but as the realm spirit, it sensed Pan Yun's spiritual energy levels and quickly urged: "You're controlling the Three Treasures Cauldron while attacking—your spiritual energy is draining too fast. Don't chase anymore."

"My cultivation is higher than theirs—their spiritual energy is even less than mine," Pan Yun snarled. "What revenge? I'm not a fool—they came for my flesh and blood, hoping to eat me and boost their cultivation. If I don't kill them now, how many more people and demons will come after me?"

Pan Yun gritted her teeth: "I can't keep hiding behind my senior brother and Long Hushan forever!"

Pan Xiaohei knew her stubborn nature—further persuasion was useless, so it stayed quiet.

The bird flew fast; with one beat of its wings, it vanished far ahead—the Three Treasures Cauldron gradually fell behind.

She knew this was the Three Treasures Cauldron's weakness—its attack and defense were excellent, but its speed was slow.

She'd known this since she first received it; her senior brother and Wang the Blacksmith had both told her.

Gain comes with loss—she accepted it.

Pan Yun watched the bird grow farther away, her anger rising like a wildfire.

Pan Xiaohei was about to comfort her when she slapped the Three Treasures Cauldron and stuck another yellow talisman onto it—the cauldron's spiritual light flashed…

No mistake—this was the content of the talisman!

Pan Xiaohei froze—it was the auto-run mode…

It widened its eyes, barely managed a "meow," when Pan Yun hurled her flying sword, then leapt onto it—her entire body shot out like a launched cannonball with a hiss…

"Meow—oh my god—you're not afraid of heights anymore?"

Anger can overcome all fear!

At this moment, Pan Yun saw only the bird and the man on its back—she'd completely forgotten her fear of heights.

The flying sword was even more excited, going wild as it shot forward, catching up in an instant.

The sword moved with her will—it flashed directly into her hand.

Pan Yun hovered briefly in midair, gripped her sword, poured all her spiritual energy into it, raised it high, and brought it down with all her strength—

Though he hadn't expected Pan Yun to catch up, he saw her hurtling toward him; as she raised her sword, he felt it—he couldn't block it—so he countered with his own sword…

The bird let out a shrill cry, pouring all its demonic energy to shield Ming San…

A mist of blood exploded in midair; Pan Yun and the man and bird both plummeted downward.

With a thud, they smashed into the ground, carving out a large crater. The flying sword flew beneath Pan Yun as she fell, barely catching her—but her spiritual energy was utterly spent, and she couldn't replenish it in time; the sword instantly weakened and followed her down.

Pan Yun was lucky—she crashed into the thick branches of a tree, clattering down with a clang clang clang, caught by three branches before finally plopping into the underbrush below, only half a person's height tall.

Pan Xiaohei guided the Three Treasures Cauldron to land nearby, jumped out, and saw the large crater the bird had made in the open ground—its heart sank. It frantically meowed: "Pan Yun, are you dead? Pan Yun, where did you go…"

It ran toward the direction it sensed Pan Yun, passed the crater, and dug frantically through the dense bushes.

Pan Yun weakly extended her hand, coughed several times, and whispered: "Here… I'm here…"

Pan Xiaohei rushed over, looked at her with a complex expression, used its faint demonic energy to cut down several bushes, then stepped forward and bit her collar, dragging her out.