Gu Er slowed his pace of "committing evil." When he saw a slender young man in blue arrive with a sword, Gu Er instantly understood that this must be his brother-in-law.
Before, he had been standing with another man, both of them outstanding elites, the kind of people who stood out in a crowd – a perfect, top-tier, ideal match.
So, compared to that kind of refined and elegant type, his sister preferred this kind.
As he walked over, his sleeves fluttered, and an ethereal aura enveloped him, as if he were an independent entity detached from the world.
In the wind, he appeared even more refined and distant.
His features were as if drawn with ink on snow, his bone structure sculpted with exquisite jade-like curves, presenting a face of striking beauty.
Extremely cold, extremely alluring.
Captivating yet also pushing people away, ascetic yet also seductive.
Frankly speaking, such a face was unparalleled, suitable for both men and women. But he just looked… too weak. Were their marital lives really harmonious?
If he accidentally killed him, wouldn't his sister have to become a widow?
Gu Er hesitated. Could he truly show no mercy?
Just then, his sister's words flashed through his mind.
"If you don't go all out, perhaps you'll die by his hand."
Although his brother-in-law looked fragile like a delicate reed, he trusted his sister. He knew she wouldn't speak wildly to deceive him.
If that was the case… then his brother-in-law could only be sorry. If you die by my hand, I will definitely make up for your absence and take good care of my sister.
Gu Er knew he shouldn't, but the thought of only him and his sister relying on each other in the future surged through him. A hint of sinister crimson flashed in his eyes, and he slightly raised his chin. In an instant, the sharp, narrow eyelids smoothed out, and his gaze changed.
If before he was somewhat of a mere facade of evil, now he was a true embodiment of demonic nature.
Pure killing intent and fighting spirit mixed into a terrifying darkness emanating from him.
"You plan to go alone?"
His rough, hoarse voice deepened, like a knife being dragged back and forth across stone, a sound that grated on the nerves.
"Junior Brother—"
Fang Rui's eyes widened. Seeing Liu Jiang Fu Sheng preparing to face the Flying Corpse alone, she didn't hesitate to rush forward, but Zi Ying grabbed her tightly.
She earnestly persuaded, "Senior Sister, you won't be able to help if you go."
Honestly, Zi Ying hadn't expected Liu Jiang Fu Sheng to step forward. Whether he could win against the Flying Corpse was another matter, but they certainly had no hope. Rushing in might even cause trouble.
Elder Jiu Li had exhausted all his spiritual power with his previous move and couldn't offer much help now.
He turned his head, scanning the old, weak, sick, and disabled people around them, and shed tears of bitterness in his heart.
"Don't act rashly, strike when the time is right."
This statement immediately drew questioning glances from many disciples.
He had confidently spoken of striking at the right time before, and in the end, his actions were fierce like a tiger, yet they hadn't caused even a single bit of damage to the Flying Corpse. And now he wanted to wait for the right time?
Could he accurately judge the right time?
Or, more importantly, could they wait for that moment to arrive?
Elder Jiu Li felt a bit of embarrassment under their untrusting gazes, and in a fit of pique, he gruffly said, "Take out all the talismans on you with a power of fourth grade or above, and throw them all at once. Even if it doesn't kill him, it can create chaos and allow us to rescue people and escape!"
This… made sense. So the Da Yan Sect group quickly reached into their storage bags to find their supplies.
Gu Er kicked the half-dead Chen Dao Shan towards the Da Yan Sect. Chen Dao Shan was, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even with broken limbs, he wouldn't easily die. As for whether the Da Yan Sect would save him or abandon him, that was up to them.
Gu Er stared at Liu Jiang Fu Sheng. In terms of relationships, the other was his brother-in-law, and he was the other's brother-in-law. They should have been relatives who ate and drank together.
But now, besides the identity barrier between the demonic and the righteous, and the life-or-death mission of his sect, there would likely be no chance for them to acknowledge each other.
"What is your name?"
Gu Er thought, at least he should know his name, so he wouldn't have to trouble his sister with engraving it on his tombstone in the future. He would do it himself.
Meanwhile, Liu Jiang Fu Sheng didn't have such complex thoughts as Gu Er. He probably never dreamed that this Flying Corpse had this kind of relationship with him.
He had a simple thought: defeat him and fulfill A Yi's expectation.
Without another word, he attacked. His figure flashed, and his sleeves danced, creating a spectacle of frosty brilliance.
Damn.
This guy really fought without saying a word.
*Chi—*
Gu Er raised his arms to block. Liu Jiang Fu Sheng, appearing in mid-air, was like pure and white snow, his coldness penetrating the bone. With a single sword strike, he sliced through Gu Er's hard, steel-like black fingernails.
This was no ordinary spiritual sword; it was an astonishing, resplendent immortal sword. Even though Liu Jiang Fu Sheng couldn't unleash even a tenth of its power yet, its inherent destructive force was beyond compare to ordinary spiritual artifacts.
The sword light scattered a riot of colors, leaving behind a brilliant aura. Gu Er couldn't help but feel the sharpness and killing intent contained within it.
Gu Er wasn't foolish. He had indeed underestimated his brother-in-law's strength earlier, but he didn't expect him to compensate for his lack of cultivation with external items.
Even if Gu Er couldn't identify the "immortal artifact" in his hand, he could personally feel that this sword was more powerful than Chen Dao Shan's "Tiger Leopard Star Axe," which was already considered a divine weapon.
Furthermore, its blade possessed purifying spiritual power that repelled evil, making it a direct counter to evil beings like them.
In a moment of unguarded surprise, Gu Er was kicked flying by Liu Jiang Fu Sheng. He happened to fall not far from Gu Jun Shi. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look in her direction.
His sister happened to look over. Her expression was indifferent, unmoving, but her cool, dark eyes held a hint of disappointment, as if looking at a waste product.
"Too weak."
Such a him couldn't stimulate the potential of his little pampered husband, to make him stronger when faced with a stronger opponent and reach his limits.
Gu Er seemed to be spurred on by this gaze. A tension tightened across his scalp, and he gritted his teeth in anger. No matter who he was, he would definitely win this time!
He no longer took him lightly. The cold wind swept across the earth, and the sharp cries of the wind by the cliff vanished from his brow. In his icy, malevolent eyes, a hint of the ferocity of a bloodthirsty dead person emerged.
"Zombie Sorcery Strategy—Six Scrolls, Technique Three: Ghostly Wail Demonic Miasma."
Gu Er threw his head back and let out a long howl, releasing a large cloud of peach-colored, steaming miasma that enveloped the surroundings, obscuring vision and making direction indistinguishable.
Seeing Gu Er finally display his true abilities, Gu Jun Shi was satisfied and lowered her gaze.
She caught a glimpse of someone from the Da Yan Sect disappearing in a flash, concealed by the mist.
She thought she saw someone who shouldn't be there, yet was present.
The Ghostly Wail Demonic Miasma could contaminate all pure and pristine things. Within the miasma, the purifying spiritual power of the immortal sword became ineffective. This was equivalent to Gu Er drawing Liu Jiang Fu Sheng into a trap specifically set for him.