Born to Disappear

Chapter 72

Steps galloped, the sound of swords clashing with sparks. The silent demon valley instantly turned lively, while the sky looked at the clash of the two factions grimly.

The cold vast valley grew increasingly stifling as the blood rancid spilled, dousing the black grass with a striking red.

Among the clashing strongholds, there was a young girl who slashed at the opponent fearlessly, without restraint. As every cell in the body shouted hatred at the other party. Although his ears heard cries of pain and his eyes watched the collapsing body cool down, there was no change in the ripples from his pair of peach eyes.

His face was calm and both his eyebrows were tenuous. An ordinary pair of brightly lit eyes now looked dull, making her look like a beautiful rope puppet instead of a breathing living human.

Despite turning into ashes, Yuan Qing would still recognize him. Especially if the young girl still had the extraordinary appearance of her lover. Although the bright twinkle made his heart soften to disappear, but he knew it was his Hualing.

"The one there was the youngest disciple of Peak Master Cao," one of the subordinates explained as he watched the King closely watching the war machine in the distance. "Since the battle began, this little girl has done us much harm. So I hope His Majesty allows the subordinates to fight against him. If it continues to be allowed, fear of loss will be even greater." He continued, hoping that the King would appreciate his loyalty.

"This little girl of the King, of course this King overcame him."

As soon as the last word fell, a cold wind swept over, striking it until it hit the pillar. He really did not understand where he had made his master angry.

The demonic energy that had just swept over him was filled with an uncovered fury.

With a pain-bearing look, he looked at the half-demon young man of the King's trust and the young man did not let him down.

"You want to beat up Your Majesty's little lover in the presence of His Majesty. Your Majesty has been so merciful that he only gave you one punch, instead of chopping you up."

Although he got an answer to his confusion, but that answer was not a relief at all. The more he heard it, the more bitter it became. A sense of rancidity swirled in the throat, and the old subordinate spat out a mouthful of blood.

He did not know, whether it was because of His Majesty's punch, or the words of this half-demon youth.

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Xie Shaosheng gasped, the tail of the long sword in his grasp dripping the blood of the opponent. Sweat flowed from the forehead, washing away the red splashes that stained the cheeks.

He had known long ago that demon cultivators were everywhere, but only now did he know that their numbers were not inferior to true cultivators. And facing one nameless character from them is not a difficult matter, but if there are many then it is different.

Like the situation is now. The opponent that had been surrounding him since then was only a small cultivator with a cultivation far below his. But the shortsighted and reckless character of these people managed to make it quell.

Amongst the fatigue, the longsword still slashed at the enemy, while his gaze occasionally aimed at Hualing who was fighting tirelessly.

From a young age, Xie Shaosheng knew that his youngest sister was a golden talent in the generation. He knew that one day Hualing would accomplish extraordinary things, but among all the possibilities he had thought of, none of them concerned his unusual true identity.

However, regardless of the true identities of the two of them, right now both he and Hualing were disciples of Peak Master Cao. Two people with flesh and blood, not just hard metal and cold jade.

He can feel fatigue, can also feel the bleeding wounds that throb pain. All this discomfort, Hualing would also feel it.

However, looking back at the injured young girl in those few places, Xie Shaosheng was unable to see her discomfort at all. It was as if Hualing no longer felt any pain, like a rope puppet following the mastermind despite his broken body.

Waitie?

Strap puppet?

Xie Shaosheng was wide in horror as a guess flashed through his mind.

"Xie Shaosheng beware!"

A panicked cry sounded faintly in his ears just before the clash of two swords echoed beside his ears. Then Han Siyu's angry cry followed and Xie Shaosheng could only look at his senior brother with a foolish face.

His heart was racing, almost painful. Perhaps it was because of the opponent's sword that was about to slash him in half, or the possibility about Hualing's current condition.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Han Siyu did not know what was playing in the brain of this third brother of his, but looking at the shaken-looking Xie Shaosheng, he subconsciously softened his voice.

"Where are you hurt?" Han Siyu repeated her question, but Xie Shaosheng only turned his gaze to his youngest sister who was fighting in the distance.

Han Siyu frowned, worry flashing through her eyes.

A few days ago Hualing suddenly disappeared in the air, then reappeared in an equally mysterious manner. But his youngest sister had somehow changed in its entirety. Although he was still obedient and reasonable, but his gaze looked dull.

Like a lifeless.

Even when her white clothes were stained red from her own injuries, Han Siyu did not see the slightest hint of uncomfortable wrinkles on Hualing's face.

"What happened to the youngest sister?" The question in his mind was voiced without him noticing.

"Maybe, controlled."