Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The white jade steps in front of the South Heaven Gate have been stained dark red with blood.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of sparks.

Bai Yin was shirtless, blood still seeping from the piercing wound in his chest, but he ignored it. He was only staring at the golden-armored demon general blocking his path.

This demon general was tall and imposing, carrying two Xuanhua battle axes in his hands, standing there like an iron tower.

"go back."

The demon general spoke, and his voice shook the surrounding clouds, causing them to churn.

Bai Yin remained silent.

He didn't stop walking; instead, he walked even faster.

The demon general frowned.

He raised the axe in his hand and chopped it down at Bai Yin's head.

This axe strike wasn't aided by any magic; it was all brute force.

The air was compressed by the axe blade, producing a popping sound.

Bai Yin did not dodge.

Just as the axe blade was about to touch his hair, he suddenly slid a step to the left.

The axe crashed to the ground.

The white jade-paved ground exploded, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

The demon general's old power has been exhausted, and new power has not yet been generated.

He tried to pull back his axe, but Bai Yin had already stepped on the axe handle.

Bai Yin moved the knife in his hand.

The black blade sliced ​​through a semicircle from bottom to top.

The demon general felt a chill on his neck.

He instinctively loosened his grip, intending to cover his neck.

But as soon as he raised his hand halfway, his gaze began to dart around.

He saw a headless body standing there, with blood gushing three feet high from its neck.

That was his body.

The head rolled to the ground, its eyes still open, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

The surrounding demon soldiers gasped, their hands gripping their weapons trembling.

Bai Yin kicked aside the head blocking his way and continued walking forward.

"Form ranks!"

Someone shouted.

Four swordsmen dressed in blue rushed out of the crowd. They stood at the four corners, surrounding Bai Yin in the middle. The four longswords were drawn simultaneously, their tips pointing at Bai Yin's vitals.

These four are protectors of the Demon Court. They have worked together for many years and are already of one mind with each other.

The sword aimed at Bai Yin's throat from the front. The sword behind him aimed at his heart. The two swords from the left and right blocked his escape route.

Bai Yin stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look at the swords behind him, nor did he pay attention to the swords to his left and right. He only stared at the person in front of him.

He thrust out the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand.

He doesn't play defense.

The swordsman facing him hadn't expected Bai Yin to use this fighting style. He tried to change his move, but Bai Yin's blade was too fast.

puff.

The black knife pierced the man's chest.

At the same time, a long sword pierced Bai Yin's back from behind. Two swords on either side also cut two gashes in his ribs.

Bai Yin swayed slightly.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, but his face remained expressionless. He suddenly twisted the hand gripping the knife hilt.

The swordsman who had been pierced let out a scream as his internal organs were shredded by the blade's energy.

Using this force, Bai Yin slammed backward, sword and all.

The swordsman behind him tried to draw his sword and retreat, but the sword was stuck in Bai Yin's bones and could not be pulled out.

boom.

Bai Yin's back bumped into that person's chest.

The man's sternum collapsed, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a pillar in the distance. He was already lifeless when he slid down.

The remaining two panicked.

They had never seen such a reckless fighting style before.

Bai Yin drew the sword from his back and tossed it to the ground. He turned around and looked at the remaining two.

The two men exchanged a glance, then turned and ran.

Bai Yin didn't give chase. He slung his knife over his shoulder, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, and walked step by step toward the Lingxiao Palace.

No one dared to stop him anymore.

The demon soldiers parted to make way, their eyes filled with fear.

Until he reached the square in front of the main hall.

A figure stood there.

The man was wearing a bright yellow imperial robe, and he was not carrying any weapons; he simply stood there with his hands behind his back.

Emperor Shitian.

Bai Yin stopped in his tracks. He took the knife off his shoulder and gripped the hilt with both hands.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Di Shitian looked at Bai Yin, his tone devoid of anger or murderous intent. His voice was soft, even tinged with weariness.

Bai Yin remained silent. The demonic runes on his body began to glow, and black baleful energy coiled around the blade.

"Let's go back."

Indra sighed, "You can't save her. It's fate."

"life?"

Bai Yin finally spoke. His voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed sand. "That's your life. Not hers."

Give her back to me.

Bai Yin took a step forward.

Indra looked at the young man covered in blood before him.

He remembered that ten years ago, this tiger would only follow behind that woman, clumsily peeling fish for her.

Now, Bai Yin sees only deathly stillness.

A sense of guilt arose in Indra's heart.

"I cannot give it to you."

Indra shook his head.

"Then die."

Bai Yin's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared above Indra's head.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword brought down with the force of splitting a mountain.

Indra raised his hand.

A golden light screen lit up in front of him.

boom!

The blade struck the light screen.

The light screen trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared. The floor tiles beneath Indra's feet shattered instantly, and his feet sank three inches into the ground.

He was somewhat surprised.

The tiger was stronger than he had imagined.

That wasn't power from cultivation; it was pure killing intent.

Bai Yin's first strike failed, but he used the momentum to turn around and swept his blade across Di Shitian's waist and abdomen.

Di Shitian dodged to the side and slapped the blade with his palm.

clang.

Bai Yin's tiger's mouth was shattered, and fresh blood flowed down the back of his hand.

But he didn't let go. Instead, he used the force of the recoil to spin his body and slam the hilt of his sword into Indra's chest.

Di Shitian frowned. He didn't want to hurt Bai Yin.

He had promised the woman that he would save the tiger's life.

Therefore, he always held back, only defending and not attacking.

But Bai Yin didn't care about any of that. Every strike he made was aimed at mutual destruction. He didn't defend, he didn't dodge, he only attacked.

puff.

Bai Yin risked taking a blow from Di Shitian, the blade in his hand slicing through Di Shitian's sleeve.

A bloody gash appeared on Indra's arm.

Indra looked at the wound on his arm, and his expression changed.

"Do you really want to die?"

Indra's Heavenly Questions.

I want her to live.

Bai Yin spat out a mouthful of blood. He rushed forward again.

This time, he burned the very essence within his body.

His white hair danced wildly in the wind, and the demonic markings on his body turned blood red.

He was twice as fast.

Indra began to feel the strain. He realized that if he didn't go all out, he might really die at the hands of this mad tiger.

But if he goes all out, Bai Yin will surely die.

Just as Indra hesitated.

Bai Yin seized the opportunity.

He withstood an impact from Indra's protective dragon aura, breaking three of his ribs. But he managed to break into Indra's inner circle.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand was aimed straight at Indra's heart.

That strike was too fast and too ruthless.

Indra's old power was exhausted, and his protective dragon aura was broken, so he had no time to defend himself.

He watched as the black blade tip magnified in his pupils.

Am I going to die?

Surprisingly, Indra felt no fear, but rather a sense of relief.

It's okay to die.

Once he dies, he won't have to bear the heavy burden of the demon race's fate, nor will he have to face that woman's eyes.

He closed his eyes.

when!

A loud bang exploded in my ears.

The expected pain did not come.

Indra opened his eyes.

A nine-toothed rake was placed in front of him, firmly blocking Bai Yin's blade.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Bai Yin remained in the assassination pose, his hands split open at the base of his thumbs, blood gushing out.

But he gritted his teeth and desperately tried to push the knife forward even an inch.

But the rake remained completely still.

The person holding the rake was dressed in silver armor, with long hair tied back.

Tianpeng.

She held the rake in one hand and blocked the fatal blow.

Bai Yin raised his head, his crimson eyes fixed on Tian Peng.

"Get out of here."

Baek In let out a low growl.

Tianpeng didn't move. She looked at Bai Yin, at this young man who had tormented himself into this ghastly state for the sake of a promise.

There was no murderous intent or anger in her eyes.

There is only one deep compassion.

It's like looking at yourself back then, standing by the Milky Way, watching your lover jump in despair.

"Bai Yin".

Tianpeng spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

That's enough.

Bai Yin's hands were trembling. Not from fear, but from exhaustion.

"not enough."

Bai Yin stared into Tian Peng's eyes. "Give her back to me."

Tianpeng sighed.

She flicked her wrist. A gentle yet irresistible force surged from the rake.

Bai Yin was blasted away.

He fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping. The knife in his hand was stuck in the ground, carving a deep trench.

He wanted to stand up.

But he tried several times, and his legs were trembling.

Tianpeng put away his rake, walked in front of Di Shitian, and blocked Bai Yin's view.

"You can't kill him."

Tianpeng looked at Bai Yin and said calmly, "Even if you kill him, you can't save her."

Why?

Bai Yin, leaning on his knife, finally stood up. His blood flowed down his trouser leg and onto the ground, forming a pool.

"Because this is a trap."

Tianpeng looked up at the sky. "We're all in the bureau. No one can escape."

Bai Yin didn't understand anything about the game.

All he knew was that Xiao Jiu was waiting for him.

He pulled the knife from the ground and raised it again.

Tianpeng looked at him, his eyes filled with even deeper sorrow.

"You really are just like me back then."

Tianpeng said softly, "He's just as foolish, just as reckless."

She raised her hand and pointed to the Lingxiao Palace behind her.

"Come with me, your little Jiu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Yin looked at Tian Peng, not understanding what she meant, but since it concerned Xiao Jiu, he was willing to brave even the most dangerous places.

"it is good."

Bai Yin nodded.

He dragged his sword and walked step by step toward Tianpeng.

Tianpeng watched him approach.

She didn't raise her weapon. She simply stood there, like an insurmountable mountain.

"bring it on."

Tianpeng closed his eyes. "Let me see just how heavy your obsession really is."

"He Xinlang - The Mad Tiger Knocks on the Heavenly Gate"

Blood stained the road to Tianmen.

Alas, this foolish child, ten years of honing his skills, has staked everything on this one gamble.

Mountains of white bones piled up beneath the palace gates, in exchange for the emperor's glance.

Does Heaven know of this hatred?

With broken blade and mangled body, I'll fight to the death, but I won't drink Meng Po's dew on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Both affection and righteousness have been betrayed.

Silver armor blocked the thunderous roar.

Laugh at those days, the Milky Way was cold, and we were all filled with sorrow.

The drama unfolds both inside and outside the game; who can truly understand the bitterness within?

Let go and let him go wherever he wants.

The beauty in the palace should not have aged, but I fear that if we meet again, we will already be crossing the Yellow Springs.

On a snowy night, I listen to the night watchman's drum.