Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 582 The Broken Fate
The clouds drifted, and the wind howled.

Under the deep darkness of night, a figure clad in a black robe suddenly broke through the window frame, standing like an iron wall in front of Mo Ying.

"laugh!!"

The blade pierced the intruder's palm, causing blood to spurt out. The blood of the two men collided along the blade, splashing onto the ground in large sprays.

"Tick!"

As the bloodstains splattered, not only did An Wanhua turn pale, but even Mo Ying's usually calm face was now filled with deep horror, as if he were looking at a ghost.

"what?!"

Beneath the brim of the hat billowing in the wind, there was a strikingly young and cold face. The extremely familiar expression and brows belonged to none other than Xiao Yan.
"Junior Brother, what are you doing here?"

An Wan looked at the tall man blocking her way, her heart trembled violently, and the strong smell of blood made her pretty face turn pale.

Although she was a member of the enforcement team, Yin Gu was always peaceful and quiet, and she rarely had the opportunity to fight to the death, let alone in the grim scene before her.

However, Xiao Yan did not respond. His eyes swirled with black flames as he stared intently at the dazed man before him, and said, word by word:
"Senior brother, don't wait until it's too late to regret it."

"you!"

Upon hearing this, even with Mo Ying's composure, it felt as if she had been struck by a giant hammer, leaving her on the verge of shattering.

His face turned pale, and he finally shouted angrily, "Get out of the way, don't interfere!"

After saying that, Mo Ying's fighting spirit erupted, and the pressure of a mid-level Dou Zong swept out, instantly extinguishing the candlelight in the room.

The violent soul power surged like a tsunami, and judging from its fluctuations, it even reached the peak of the initial stage of the Spirit Realm!
At less than forty years old, Mo Ying has achieved such a level of cultivation, and his strength truly makes him the undisputed number one among the younger generation in Yin Valley.

He knew that he had poured all his determination into this strike, and if it failed, he would never have the courage to draw his sword against his loved ones again. Therefore, no matter who stood in his way, he had to strike!

Even the junior disciple cannot stop me!

He flicked the hilt of his sword, and a stream of fighting spirit instantly slammed into Xiao Yan's wrist along the blade. Clearly, he didn't intend to kill him, but rather to shake Xiao Yan's body back, thereby creating an opportunity to stab An Wan again.

To his utter surprise, Xiao Yan not only did not retreat in the face of his full-force attack, but instead used the force to grip the tip of the blade tightly, pinning down the other's arm.

"Kaka!"

As the battle aura clashed with the physical body, the once incomparably sharp blade seemed to emit a faint, feeble groan, trembling violently.

"How is this possible?!" Mo Ying exclaimed in shock.

Xiao Yan coldly replied, "What's impossible about it? When you stabbed my senior sister with that knife, did she ever imagine you would do such a thing? What kind of person do you take her for?!"

Unlike before, Xiao Yan didn't even activate the Heavenly Demon Puppet Body. He simply endured the sharpness of the blade with his mortal body without the slightest hesitation.

The incredibly sharp blade, enhanced by Dou Qi, easily sliced ​​through the skin of Xiao Yan's palm, tearing the flesh beneath and leaving gaping, bloody gashes.

Looking at Xiao Yan, whose injuries were getting worse, a hint of hesitation finally flashed in the Shadow Protector's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by madness.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and he looked like a desperate madman, hysterically growling, "Get out of here!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Senior Sister, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about me."

An Wan, who had been watching from the sidelines, seemed to realize something. Her lips trembled slightly, and blood slid down from the corner of her mouth: "Wake him up!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded, and then, under Mo Ying's almost insane gaze, slowly took out a broken ring.

"Do you recognize this?" Xiao Yan asked calmly.

In an instant, Mo Ying seemed to be frozen in place, suddenly standing still.

An unprecedented sense of fear washed over him, and Mo Ying's heart pounded wildly as if by an invisible force, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"This, this is."

"You call this your rule to carelessly disregard the lives of those you cherish?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yan crushed the longsword in his hand, grabbed the bloodstained ring, and swung his fist at the man!
A powerful punch slammed out, its sound like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a lion, instantly tearing through the protective aura around Mo Ying's body and striking him squarely in the face.

"boom!!!"

In an instant, the thick clouds seemed to reach their limit, and raindrops began to fall from the sky, then turned into a torrential downpour like an iron curtain. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, illuminating the originally dark room. Mo Ying's once handsome face visibly collapsed, and blood instantly gushed from his nose. Under the drenching rain, he looked like a drowned rat.

He let out a muffled groan and fell backward to the far end of the room. His ferocious expression had long since vanished, and a complex look of absurdity and bitterness gradually appeared on his stiff face.

"I should have thought of that sooner." He coughed up blood intermittently.

"The Golden Crow's Cry was originally in Father's hands, so how could it have hurt the little princess? And how could it have been discovered by the Soul Palace? It turns out, it was all a lie."

Mo Ying collapsed to the ground, feeling her real, beating heart. It felt strange and disjointed. She laughed and cried, then wailed, "We're fake too!"

“Once you realize this, you are no longer fake.”

Xiao Yan took out a handkerchief from his storage ring and gently wiped the bloodstains from his palm:
"You know what? I've wanted to punch you in the face for a long time. You never think about others and never leave yourself any way out. It's just a pity you died too early and didn't give me a chance."

"Thank you." Mo Ying forced a smile.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan was stunned, but after a moment he relaxed and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Stubborn and stupid, how could someone like you be my senior brother and former superior? I really don't know what my senior sister saw in you."

He finally understood why Hun Ruoruo always looked at him with disdain; dealing with someone so stubborn was truly annoying.

Fortunately, he's different from this guy; he's not as stubborn.

An Wan didn't say anything. She grabbed the handkerchief next to her and bent down to wipe the blood off Mo Ying's face.

Why do this?

"They have no intention of negotiating at all. They have already gathered a large army and sealed off the Sound Valley. We can't wait for Danta's rescue."

Mo Ying paused, a rare hint of struggle in his eyes: "They know about the harmony between Qin and Se, and they demand that I offer a pledge of loyalty in order to join the Soul Palace."

The enormous iron gate that stretched across the sky, and the almost endless number of Soul Hall members, made him feel despair for the first time in his life.

As a prospective elder of Yin Valley and the son of the Grand Elder, Mo Ying knew almost everything about Yin Valley's resources. Because of this, he was very clear about how easy it would be for the other party to destroy Yin Valley.

If there is any hope of survival, there is only one path to choose from.
"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out, and Mo Ying's face immediately turned to the side.

An Wan finally lost her temper, her eyes reddening, and she angrily rebuked, "Do you know that you are the number one among the younger generation, the role model for all the disciples of Yin Valley?"

"Even you have chosen to defect, what do we, the Sound Valley, have left to fight against others? How can we surrender without a fight?!"

In fact, An Wan knew very well that Mo Ying had never made a wrong judgment. He was always very calm and rational, which was why she fell in love with him.

She never blamed him for wanting to kill her, but she hated his selfishness and lone-wolf nature.

She hated that he always chose to bear everything alone, as if they were never truly connected.

"..." Mo Ying was speechless with shame.

An Wan wiped her face, stood up, looked at Xiao Yan, and said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I'm sorry you had to see this."

Xiao Yan shook his head: "I'm late."

“You little rascal,” An Wan paused for a moment, then shook her head and forced a smile: “You really are a man, and quite reliable.”

Seeing the slightly tense atmosphere, this woman, who had recently experienced the most painful upheaval in her life, took the initiative to change the subject, feigning cheerfulness as she said:
"By the way, where is the little princess?"

"she"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan seemed to realize something and suddenly turned to look out the window.

The torrential rain continued to pour down, occasionally punctuated by thunder that tore through the dark night, revealing the light in the sky.

Before them stood a massive, dark steel gate, seemingly an abyss, looming over the clouds. A young girl with blue hair and dressed in white stood silently before the gate.

One man guards the pass.
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For the story of the Shadow Protector, please see Chapter 502. Readers who have forgotten can go back and take a look. I hope the character he created is quite satisfactory!

(End of this chapter)