Chapter Forty-Nine: Zisang of the Charm Clan
"Zisang~" Nan Xianyi called out tentatively when he saw Zisang standing still without moving.
Zisang didn't respond to him.
She whistled to the sky, and after a moment, a long whistle pierced through the sky.
Zisang leaped up and mounted the White Phoenix, leaving Nan Xianyi standing there alone in confusion.
Shortly after, he leaped as well, leaving the scene...
However, on the cliff near the moon, two figures stood, one large and one small.
The boy looked in the direction the two had departed, a sinister smile creeping onto his young face.
Meanwhile, the stiff figure behind the boy kept its head low, observing the slender child.
The person behind the child had a muscular body with well-defined abdominal muscles, each muscle bulging prominently, and his bronze skin was bare, with two heavy iron chains hanging from his belt. The arms hanging at his sides were adorned with dark black iron wrist guards, each with sharp iron wolf teeth protruding ominously, as if ready to strike at any moment.
One hand held a giant axe with a handle engraved with winding patterns, convoluted and incomprehensible.
The menacing appearance, coupled with his rough voice, was terrifying.
"Why didn't the little prince just kill her directly?" The child sneered, his cold gaze scanning the front, while his childish voice spoke dreadful words.
"It's not the time yet. Although I have ignited her demonic nature, it's still far from enough," he said, his face twisting into a sinister smile.
The boy narrowed his eyes, his gaze icy with killing intent.
"Have you caught those two traitors?" the big figure continued to look down at the boy, his expression gradually lightening with a hint of helplessness.
"We've searched many places, but haven't found them. Perhaps... they've already left the Demon Realm," he replied.
"Hmph! I want to see where they can escape to!" The boy coldly uttered before disappearing into the darkness with a single step...
"Ji~" A long whistle echoed across the sky.
A white giant bird suddenly flew through the silent sky, spreading its wings and flying, the night dark and the moon invisible.
In the dark sky, the blue starlight became clearer, gradually forming human shapes. Then, a blue-robed woman suddenly descended.
Her azure pupils revealed a charming allure, yet they couldn't conceal the killing intent in her eyes. With a flip of her palm, the spiritual energy gathered between her slender fingers.
The blue figure moved swiftly, like a shadow following its form, as fast as lightning, and in the next second, she was already a hundred miles away...
The azure pupils flickered, scanning the sword lying in front of her, then turning to the sword's owner.
"Why block my way? Didn't you already hear that the one who killed my father is the White Emperor of Qingqiu? Why stop me?" she questioned.
She was a descendant of the Charm Clan, with a natural allure exuding from her bones. Every smile and frown was full of charm.
Nan Xianyi slightly averted his gaze, his heart already in turmoil, but he pretended to remain calm.
"... I know, but you also promised me not to take lives anymore," he replied, his dark eyes unsettled.
Zisang clenched her teeth, each word seeming to be forced out through gritted teeth.
"Nan Xianyi! I don't crave killing, but if they hadn't hurt my father, how could I have harbored thoughts of killing?"
Her words carried a hint of melancholy, and her starry eyes became misty.
"But he's Danjun's father! Danjun has always regarded you as a sister," he argued.
"If you really go in with a knife today, how will you face her in the future?"