"Boom!"
It seemed the Nine Nether Rakshasa was even angrier than Long Chen, actually beating Long Chen to attack Ji Wuming, leaving Long Chen stunned.
"Are you crazy?"
Ji Wuming's face was slashed by the Nine Nether Rakshasa, leaving wounds visible to the bone. He was both shocked and furious.
"You idiot, I've already warned you. Get lost, don't bother me. If you refuse to listen, then go die. I'll take you down first, then I'll go kill him!"
The Nine Nether Rakshasa was furious. She had been defeated by Long Chen last time and suffered endless humiliation; she wanted to avenge her.
Unlike Ji Wuming, she wanted to take revenge by killing Long Chen honorably. If Long Chen was affected by external forces, even if she killed him, it would be unfair to win.
Even if Long Chen died, the shadow in her heart could never be completely erased. This shadow would seriously affect her Dao heart and might even become an indelible shadow within her.
She wanted to kill Long Chen while he was at his peak without any interference, so that her Dao heart would be flawless and her Dao heart would be completely erased.
Long before she made her move, she had already said that Long Chen was hers, and she had said it more than once.
Previously, Ji Wuming had ambushed Yue Xiaoqian, which had already enraged Jiuyou Luosha, who had warned him sternly that his presence was affecting Long Chen's state.
But Ji Wuming actually struck again. Jiuyou Luosha, already hot-tempered, in a fit of rage, directly killed Ji Wuming.
"Asura Expands Heaven, Universe Flourishes."
Jiuyou Luocha shouted angrily, the phenomenon behind her trembled, and the once massive figure vanished, transforming into a world.
In that world, bones piled like mountains, blood like seas—a world of death and Asura, a world of death, like an arena born solely for killing.
The moment the Nine Nether Rakshasa suddenly changed, her aura also shifted abruptly. Her eyes were filled with flashing symbols, and thunder burst forth between opening and closing.
"I can't wait any longer. Today, I'll beat you until you're kneeling and begging for mercy."
Not only had the aura of the Nine Nether Rakshasa changed, but even her voice had changed. Her voice seemed to come from another world, carrying endless echoes.
"Buzz!"
The Nine Nether Luosha slashed down with her sword, causing the entire Land of Heavenly Burial to tremble. The power of the sword forced ten thousand paths to roar and explode, and Ji Wuming's invisibility technique had actually failed before her.
"You really are an unreasonable madman."
Ji Wuming was both shocked and furious. This crazy woman didn't go kill Long Chen but came after him. He was about to lose his temper.
Seeing the Nine Nether Rakshasa unleash its strongest phenomenon, forcing myriad paths to churn and compressing space, within the range of the phenomenon, he could not hide and could only block head-on.
"You really are a cowardly idiot."
The Nine Nether Rakshasa refused to be scolded. With a cold shout, the longsword slashed mercilessly.
"You're as clueless as your master."
Ji Wuming roared in anger. He was a calm assassin, but facing the Nine Nether Rakshasa, even someone as wise as he was furious with rage, unable to explain clearly to this female madwoman.
Ji Wuming shouted sharply, runes lighting up in his left and right hands, Supreme Bone activated, dagger in his right hand in front, and his left palm actually slammed toward his back.
With a thunderous explosion, the space behind Ji Wuming shattered. A violent force erupted from his hand, crashing directly into the wall. The wall collapsed in large areas, and countless corpses rolled down from the wall.
Ji Wuming didn't want to confront the Nine Nether Rakshasa head-on, so he drew its power from the front hand and expelled it from the back, absorbing only part of the force himself, while most of it was pushed behind him.
"You useless guy, when will you be able to stand tall like a real man?"
Seeing Ji Wuming not daring to take her strike head-on, the Nine Nether Rakshasa's eyes were filled with mockery and disdain. He slashed again, this time with even fiercer and more powerful force than the last.
"Only an idiot like Liao Bencang could teach a fool like you. If you're going to fight others, why bother learning assassination techniques?" Ji Wuming was so angry his nose nearly twisted.
The disciples of the Bloodkill Hall and the Nine Nether Hall are assassins. Assassins aim to kill the opponent with minimal cost, fighting with all their might. That is the act of a brute, a taboo for assassins.
Now that the Nine Nether Rakshasa was mocking him for not confronting her head-on, Ji Wuming naturally wouldn't have taken it to heart. But the dignified future heir of the Nine Nether Hall said such things, and Ji Wuming was so angry he nearly coughed up blood.
"You are assassins, we are assassins. Assassins play the despicable role, while we assassins are technical. To put it bluntly, you are all low-level people.
The path of assassination also requires strong confidence; the creed and rule of assassins is to miss in one strike and escape a thousand miles.
To put it bluntly, it's just a lack of confidence in oneself and an excuse to run away.
If you don't have guts, just say you're useless. Do you Blood Kill Hall always talk about your periods? So many fig masks stuck on your face? That's why our Nine Nether Hall looks down on you the most. "The Nine Nether Rakshasa sneered, swinging his long sword and forcing Ji Wuming to retreat repeatedly.
"I... I ... I don't care about you. Ji
Wuming's eyes were red with anger. He wanted to argue, but facing a madman, he had no place to use it. In his rage, for the first time in his life, he cursed at someone.
"You're just like your master—good at talking, but lacking in skill. What's wrong?" Your Blood Kill Hall is now recruiting other flesh-related businesses? Seeing
Ji Wuming's face turn ashen with anger, Jiuyou Luocha felt such a sense of accomplishment for the first time in his life. Whether it was Enpuda or Ji Wuming, both were extremely calculating. To be able to make them furious enough to be furious was truly something to be proud of.
Ji Wuming's face darkened with anger, but he still maintained a shred of reason. Facing the stormy attacks of the Nine Nether Rakshasa without taking them head-on.
He wouldn't be foolish enough to go all out and end up fighting the Nine Nether Rakshasa to mutual destruction, letting Long Chen reap the benefits.
Originally, he only intended to attack Yue Xiaoqian and disrupt Long Chen and the others' offensive and defensive plans. In fact, he intended to assassinate Xia Chen first, and attacking Yue Xiaoqian was merely to pave the way for the assassination.
Because Xia Chen was a formation master, it was relatively easier to succeed, and he was skilled in formation techniques. If he killed him, Long Chen and the others would have a much lower chance of escaping.
But after calculating and failing to see the Nine Nether Rakshasa abandon Long Chen to fight for his life, he was nearly furious.
At this moment, Long Chen was bewildered as he saw Ji Wuming fleeing in disarray as he was being chased by the Nine Nether Rakshasa. He even suspected that the two were putting on a double act or hiding some conspiracy behind the scenes, and kept his nerves on edge, watching the two of them with nerves.
But after watching for a long time, it seemed there was no conspiracy. Only then did Long Chen join the fray, attacking the demon clan experts who had rushed forward frantically.
"Wait, where's Yin Changsheng?" Suddenly, Long Chen's heart raced; he had actually overlooked one person.
"Buzz"
< b1105> Suddenly, the ancient Fusang tree beneath Long Chen's feet trembled. Long Chen immediately understood—Yin Changsheng had actually tried to steal the tree in the chaos.
"Put it down, it's mine."
With a sharp shout, Long Chen shot like lightning toward the crown of the ancient Fusang tree.