Lady Su’s Revenge-Chapter 670 - I… Hate So Much

“Cough cough cough…”

Fang Huaji fell in the ruins and threw back his head to laugh loud while coughing blood, “It’s worthy of being a thunder for testing that even the Great Lord couldn’t withstand. I provoked the slaughter, so it is natural for me to withstand the Destroy Thunder. But your thunder seems weak and has failed to kill me once, hahaha cough…”

Bai Ming raised his eyebrows and bent his finger to flick. In an instant, another bucket-thick thunder rushed down from the dark clouds and directly ground Fang Huaji’s bones to dust. At the same time, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Fang Huaji was dead!

Bai Su was not hesitant about this and just stared at the ground with the blood-red veins still on it.

Bai Ming frowned slightly. This was indeed out of his expectation. Who but a Great Emperor could support the operation of such vast veins?

“Well, just destroy it…”

As Bai Ming was about to destroy the center of the blood-red veins, he paused and withdrew his hand with a straight face, “Ling Kun, Qu Liancheng, and Yin Lin clean up the mess. Don’t hurt Bai Su and bring him into the Fate Palace.”

After saying that, Bai Ming jumped and disappeared.

Bai Su sighed again.

If Bai Ming had just chosen to destroy the veins just now, he would have been swept by the killing intent of all living beings in the Qingshui Circle and died with nothing left in one breath.

This was Fang Huaji’s last chance in exchange for his death.

Unfortunately, Bai Mo was too cautious.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Three figures appeared above the ruins. Ling Kun walked foremost with a vacant face.

“Months of war ended with a single strike from the Fate Ancestor, but why did it happen after I exhausted all the disciples?”

“Did you not notice it until now?”

Bai Su’s face was haggard and crinkled with laughter, “Bai Mo’s aim is not to win the war but to kill living beings.”

After this speech, the other three made different reactions.

Ling Kun trembled violently, while Qu Liancheng just had a fluctuation in his eyes. As for Yin Lin… she didn’t react.

“I understand it too late as you do. If I could have explained it before Fang Huaji made his move…”

“It’s not too late.”

All of a sudden, the fifth voice rang out in the field.

Bai Su turned around in shock and saw that Fang Yuan appeared at an unknown hour and was standing in the center of the blood-red veins. Fang Yuan gently put his palms over the blood-red veins, and then his breath soared again from the Junior Emperor Realm.

“Qu Liancheng, you still have the right to choose.”

After that, Qu Liancheng’s hands glowed black, and he slapped them over Yin Lin’s head, without demur.

But this slap was on her phantom.

Yin Lin reappeared not far away and whispered a rebuke with a frown, “Qu Liancheng, are you crazy?”

This sudden change stunned Bai Su, as well as Qu Liancheng.

Qu Liancheng smiled, “Many-faced Witch, even after I have long vaguely guessed your identity, I still didn’t intend to defect until the Fate Ancestor asked me to poison the Shengtian Shrine. I’m selfish. If our sect disciples die in the same way, I cannot stand it.”

“Just for this?”

While shaking her head with a chuckle, Yin Lin’s face changed into an old woman’s, “You’re stupid.”

At the sight of the old woman’s face, Fang Yuan’s pupils shrank. Was the Many-faced Witch the same person as Mrs. Gu of the Ling Mansion in the Reincarnation Mirror, Gu Yan?

Fang Yuan had a vague bad feeling but still gave a firm look. He waved his sleeves to lay a blood-red cage in this land and said in a deep voice, “Many-faced Witch, no matter who you are, no one will be able to save you today.”

With a cold snort, the old woman turned into a phantom to break out of the cage, but she was directly bounced back by it.

Then she turned into Su Li and said timidly, “Great Emperor, you’ve become a Great Emperor by what Fang Huaji left behind? I’m so scared.”

Anger flared in Fang Yuan’s eyes. As he waved his sleeves, countless blood-red light penetrated the old woman’s body, “Don’t turn into her. It disgusts me!”

This time the old woman still turned into a phantom to dodge, and only blood was left on the ground. When she reappeared, she was by Ling Kun’s side and covered her mouth and nose with blood spilling.

“Cough, I thought you wouldn’t have the heart to attack me.”

“You are not her.”

“Do you know that she is still alive?”

Fang Yuan blinked and lifted his hand with a cold face. Another wave of countless blood-red light flew down and enveloped Ling Kun in it as well.

“You talk too much nonsense.”

The Many-faced Witch was furious. Why didn’t Bai Ming appear yet?

“Many-faced Witch, you said that Ling Kun is naive, but aren’t you the same? If Bai Mo accomplishes his purpose, all of us who occupy the foundation of the Qingshui Circle will die.”

Black lines spread around the Many-faced Witch’s eyes. In an instant, her speed increased to a level comparable to Fang Yuan’s and her voice became hoarser like a night crow.

“Hahaha, you’re wrong about that. I’m not from the Qingshui Circle, so Bai Mo has no reason to kill me!”

Bai Su paused and then shook his head, “His non-appearance is the best proof. You’ve been around him for tens of thousands of years and know too much.”

“He won’t!”

The Many-faced Witch’s fierce face emerged with fine fuzz and a second pair of hands grew behind her back, “He is my cultivation companion and loves me! How could he harm me?”

Bai Su looked silently at the Many-faced Witch’s fierce face for a moment and couldn’t help laughing, “So you are more naive than I thought.”

“I’ll kill you!”

Click!

The Many-faced Witch had six more pairs of limbs on her back and three pairs of eyes appearing on her face. Her speed rose to the extreme, but Fang Yuan grabbed her tentacle and yanked it when it penetrated Bai Su.

“Ah!” The Many-faced Witch screamed and stepped back with resentful eyes.

She came from the Starry Sky and was a many-faced spider demon. She was born with the ability to infinitely change and simulate anyone’s breath, but she had very poor practice talent. Even after living for tens of thousands of years, she was never able to break through the Junior Emperor Realm and stepped into the perfection phase of Dacheng Realm (Great Emperor Realm).

Until she met Bai Mo, he gave her hope.

But now, did Bai Su say she was cheated?

“Hehe…”

The Many-faced Witch endured the sharp pain and gave a twisted smile. Suddenly, her hands crossed in a strange gesture.

“You are in the Great Emperor Realm with the help of the means left behind by Fang Huaji. Do you think you can kill me so easily? Blood-killing Spell works!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Kun’s body suddenly swelled and his breath soared. In a few breaths, he broke through to the Great Emperor Realm and rushed towards the center of the blood-red veins with a roar!

“Oh no, he’s going to destroy the veins.”

Bai Su barely made a warning. Fang Yuan’s face darkened. He ignored the Many-faced Witch and dodged to block Ling Kun who was demonized under the spell. The two men fell into fierce fighting.

After a gasp, the Many-faced Witch finally stopped expecting Bai Mo to appear and set up an altar quickly. She turned her hands over and kept forming seals.

Bai Su watched her movements and shouted coldly, “By now, you still want to help him accomplish his purpose? Don’t persist in your error to harm both others and yourself!”

“Hahaha, Bai Su. How do you know that I am doing this now to help him, not to save myself?”

“I’ll talk to him face to face about the explanation I want. It’s not your turn to sow discord between us. In fact, it is easy to break the present situation. We have made preparations a long time ago!”

The Many-faced Witch waved her sleeves, and then a pocket-sized mountain appeared out of nowhere on the altar. Bai Su took a closer look and found that it was a pocket edition of the Shengxian Mountain.

He thought of something at once and gave a frightened look.

The Tianjiao List!

“Hahaha, you all go to hell!”

The Many-faced Witch laughed wildly and smashed the Shengxian Mountain into pieces with a slap. At this moment, blood gushed from the corners of her mouth. She suffered a backlash.

Fang Yuan, who was in fierce fighting with Ling Kun, suddenly changed his face and retreated very far away to support his body with the sword in his hand. The crimson blood gurgled down his sword.

He wasn’t injured but his blood was flowing away rapidly and his soul seemed to be missing a part suddenly. The sinful breath in the blood-red veins found an outlet to pour out, which caused his strength to wane rapidly.

“Ah!”

Fang Yuan reluctantly let out a long roar and rushed towards the Many-faced Witch with blood-red eyes, but he was slapped away by Ling Kun. His body split into pieces and his blood spilled in the air.

The blood-red cage shattered with a crash.

It was blood-red before Fang Mu’s eyes. He looked at his bloody hands and then at the gaze from around him. His eyes were blurred and dizziness struck him as he spoke to himself in a daze.

“What’s… going on?”

With a thud, Fang Mu fell to the ground and couldn’t get up again.

He had the same reaction as all the talents who had participated in the Tianjiao Battle in the past tens of thousands of years. They either bled to death from the seven openings in their heads or their souls were eliminated with their bodies being collapsed.

The foundation of the Qingshui Circle was disappearing at a faster rate than during the war.

“Well done, Gu Yan.”

Bai Ming looked quietly down at the war of the Tianhe Sect and kept smiling. Beside him was an old torn paper lying there.

It recorded the price of casting this spell. That was, the caster would be dragged into the Nine-disasters Hell to suffer generation after generation and never be born again!

Bai Ming would be the only winner and not need anyone to share the fruits of victory with him.

At this very moment, the image in the small golden tower suddenly changed, along with his complexion.

Fang Yuan’s inverted flying body was caught by a pair of hands.

After finishing her spell, Gu Yan wanted to escape but abruptly noticed another transparent cage outside the blood-red one.

At last, she smelled the fear of death and searched all her spells. She stared at the coming figure and was about to cast a spell when she found that her hands were suddenly broken and fell to the ground.

This scene threw her into such a strong confusion that she forget to cast a spell.

“You’re here.”

Bai Su looked at the comer with relief, “You seem to have fully fused your bloodline and achieved as a true Great Emperor. The Many-faced Witch’s spells can’t affect you.”

With a grave face, Ling Li silently put Fang Yuan who was dying of serious injures into the Reincarnation Mirror.

At least, Fang Yuan could die slowly there as the others.

“I’m late.”

Ling Li’s sighs seemed like kneaded sand melting in the wind. They turned into sharp swords to penetrate Ling Kun who was rushing over again with a roar and nailed him to the ground motionless. Because of the Many-faced Witch’s change, the spell cast on him gradually disappeared and his true features were shown.

“I remember you.”

Ling Li walked up to Ling Kun, who was at his last gasp, “I remember you. You are from the affiliated family of our Qingshui Palace, the Kun family. My mother did come from your family, yet she is not related to you by blood. Did Bai Ming rely on this relationship to let you overstep your bounds and inherit the pneuma fortune of our Qingshui Palace?”

Ling Kun’s mouth bubbled with blood and his eyes filled with hatred, “If your father had treated our Kun family fairly, would our family have defected to the Fate Palace? My father was killed by your father!”

“So I am of the same generation as you, Ling Kun…”

Ling Li’s tone was indifferent, “I have no memory of that year. However, my father’s memory tells me that you would have been the master of this circle if your Kun family had not rebelled.”

Ling Kun fell into a daze and then trembled all over.

“You’re lying. How is it possible…”

“My father’s ambition isn’t in this circle because of… my mother’s disappearance.”

Ling Li seemed to be telling a story unrelated to himself, and pity welled up in his eyes, “So you destroyed your own circle.”

Ling Kun vomited bright red visceral blood with wide eyes, and his voice died away.

“I… hate so much…”