Chapter 96: Didn't I Tell You? (Second Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

What?

"... Dead?"

Li Lingling stared blankly at the battle above her head.

Ever since the lady appeared, she had regained control of her body.

Father God had left her and entered the body of the person in the painting!

Everything that followed left her unable to close her mouth.

The terrifying ghost, which had been arrogant and overbearing, was retreating steadily under the lady's sword, without a shred of ability to fight back.

The desperate death trap that had filled her with despair was, in the other's hands, so effortless.

He could have instinctively finished the opponent with one sword strike, but instead, as if toying with prey, he left non-lethal wounds all over the ghost's body.

The ghost retreated again and again until there was nowhere left to run, and it could only proactively meet the tip of the sword.

And what shocked her most was that final strike.

It was devoid of any worldly aura, just a plain and unremarkable forward thrust, yet the ghost dared not move at all.

It was even as if it had actively rammed its own brow into the blade!

Ssh—

Draw the sword, sheath it.

Clang.

The lady, who held a fan to cover her face, never revealed her true appearance until the end, elegantly putting away her sword.

"It's over."

Her taut nerves relaxed, and Li Lingling, drained of strength, chuckled at the unconscious Yu Yu:

"Senior Sister Yu, that's great, we are saved..."

ROAR!!!

Before she could finish, a sudden change occurred in the sky!

The ghost, which should have had its soul scattered, let out another roar and crazily lunged at the lady.

Then...

Ink splattered across the sky.

The moment the blade pierced into the center of the ghost's brow, Ren Yidao knew the outcome.

"Can't kill it."

Although this strike had reached the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, imitating ten parts of the form and nine parts of the spirit of Li Qiushui's sword.

It was still not enough.

That missing last part was the most critical reason determining the power of this strike.

Never mind missing one part; even with nine point nine parts, there was still a world of difference from ten parts.

He lacked a certain intent.

And this kind of intent could not be learned through imitation alone.

It required personal experience, for instance... being stabbed by a sword himself?

But then again, I am usually the one doing the stabbing; I haven't been stabbed by anyone yet!

Casting this absurd thought to the back of his mind, Ren Yidao had to continue facing the bleak reality.

"What should I do?"

Continue to circle with this ghost and wait for the rescue from Wentian City to break the siege?

Although the nine imitated sword strikes had consumed a massive amount of power, relying on the power remaining in this Shi Nü Tu to kite the ghost for a while longer and stall for time was not difficult.

However...

"It's a bit annoying."

Tsk.

Ren Yidao controlled the lady to put on a sour face, glancing askance at the rampaging ghost:

"Why can't you just die obediently?"

"I am currently displaying my majesty as Father God in front of my foster daughter."

Ren Yidao sighed at this ghost that understood nothing of human affairs, and said with disappointment:

"Little brother, acting like this makes me lose a lot of face."

The Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing!

The Jianghu is about human relationships and worldly wisdom!

"You let me kill you, and I'll let you kill me back in the next life; that's called courtesy demands reciprocity."

"Understand?"

To this, the ghost roared a reply and charged toward him.

"Release! Roar—"

Fine.

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

"You have no eye for talent at all; you deserve not to be a Wentianguo."

Ghost:???

As if triggering a spinal reflex, the ghost, or rather Mei Yongzhu, instinctively spoke:

"I AM a Wentianguo!!!"

It turned completely red with heat, charging over regardless of everything.

"Haha, so you can also suffer a Broken Defense."

The lady sneered, then watched helplessly as the berserk demon-ghost tore off the arm she was holding the sword with.

The arm shattered immediately after detaching from the body, returning to its original ink-like state and scattering from the sky.

The sword was lost, and with another arm severed, the outcome of the situation seemed to tilt back toward the demon-ghost.

But Ren Yidao did not panic; instead, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"The time has come."

He suddenly spoke:

"I promised you just now that I would definitely help you all."

The demon-ghost's frenzy paused, looking at the person in the painting before it with suspicion and uncertainty.

What was she saying?

It no longer remembered the previous exchange, but Ren Yidao did not care and continued to speak.

"I also said that although there is no way to save you, I can grant you release."

"My promise is still valid even now."

He issued a final invitation to Mei Yongzhu.

"If there was ever even a shred of regret in your heart, now is the final chance."

"Do you want to die as a human? Or do you want to die as a demon-ghost?"

Responding to him was a giant ghost-shadow hand reaching toward him.

"Release!!!"

A pair of arms grew from behind the berserk demon-ghost, and all four hands reached toward the enemy together.

It wanted to tear the bug before it to shreds!

A miracle did not happen.

Mei Yongzhu's spirit did not reclaim control of the demon-ghost.

He did not display the radiance of humanity according to the script, but instead sank blindly into the darkness.

This world is not one where villains can be easily made to turn back from their errors through slogans of love and justice.

Even if wounds heal, they leave scars; the mistakes committed will not change.

Humans have never been creatures that are so easy to change.

Mei Yongzhu's conscience had been discarded right from the very beginning.

From the moment his hands choked the throats of his loved ones and turned them into nutrients one by one.

He could never turn back.

And he did not want to turn back.

"It seems there is absolutely nothing to talk about."

It was not sadness; Ren Yidao simply felt regret for the fall of a soul.

But this regret did not last long, and was soon occupied by another emotion.

Pleasure.

Since Mei Yongzhu chose to fall forever, he no longer had any worries.

"You are very lucky; I am different from others."

"In this situation, they might choose to give up on you, but I am different."

Dark emotions appeared in his smile; he stopped dodging and stood in place, talking to himself:

"I will grant you release."

"Because this matter had nothing to do with your own will from the very start."

To make such a person turn over a new leaf, one can only rely on emotions more insane than his own.

The demon-ghost did not know what conspiracy he had, and simply launched a charge toward the hateful enemy once again.

Kill!

Kill her!!!

"Besides, I said it, didn't I?"

Ren Yidao stared at the approaching demon-ghost without any intention of dodging, just watching it draw closer quietly.

"I am going to..."

Just when the two were a hair's breadth away from touching, he smiled.

He said:

"Eat you."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the demon-ghost's thinking began to slow down...

In the space where the flow was incomparably sluggish, it saw it.

A five-tailed black shadow, even more massive than it, darted out from behind it without a sound!

And then...

Took a bite onto its neck!

"Roar!!!"