The Ancient Realm Goddess
Chapter 48's
Bai Yin Xue lowered her head. The taper sword tip pierced through his chest from behind. Blood started to flow. His mouth felt a rusty smell from the blood that had just been spewed out.
The pain from his chest spread to every corner of his body. The darkness in his eyes disappeared within a moment, but the pain did not diminish.
Even more painful were the feelings of anger, despair, and frustration that melted into one.
He looked at the smiling elder in front of him.
"Yoh, it looks like someone's hand slipped and a sword was drawn towards you."
Bai Yin Xue looked at the person coldly. His eyes turned to his father and uncle who were being torn apart with daggers.
Why did he become so useless?
Is it all gonna end here?
Nah!
The overflowing anger could not be held back anymore. Spiritual Qi enveloped his gloomy figure. He roared with all the complaints and extreme anger.
"YARRGGGHH!!!"
His cry boomed in the gloom of the night sky. Black clouds churned in the sky. The rumbling sounds immediately came to frighten people.
Bai Yin Xue's gaze became blurry. He only saw black clouds rolling around before his consciousness disappeared.
The ground shook violently. The ground below began to crack into small chasms before they widened.
"What's going on?"
"Heaven, is this the anger of the gods?"
"Get out of here!"
"Quickly fast!! Natural disasters will happen!"
Everyone in the square shook in fear. They are trying to escape disaster.
The Blood Rain Sect Elder stared in confusion. They tried to fly into the sky, but it didn't work. Fear began to fill their hearts.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know. After the girl roared it suddenly became like this."
"Go quickly go. It's not a good thing."
They immediately fled through the widening ravines. Unfortunately, they could not survive the disaster.
Amidst the chaos that existed, a man appeared out of thin air. His red robe fluttered in the wind. He looked around with narrowed eyes.
His gaze fell on the girl lying unconscious. A long sword pierced through his body from behind.
His heart trembled when he saw this scene. His eyes immediately turned cold.
How many times has she fought alone?
The girl should not suffer this kind of destruction.
Mo Jingtian rushed over, pulling out the sword from Bai Yin Xue's body. He lifted the blood-soaked body.
He looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw Bai Yin Xue's relatives. Instantly, their figures disappeared from this shattered land and were sent to a safer place.
The sound of howls of sadness rang out from below before it became silent. Mo Jingtian flew up to see the entire plaza fall to form a black hole. It was a deep and bottomless abyss.
Everything happens in an instant. There were no survivors except for the ones Mo Jingtian had already secured.
This is the anger of her little girl!
This was the power of her little girl!
The girl is not at all a trivial thing. He will lead him to reach his peak!
Mo Jingtian closed her eyes to calm the shock in her heart. A few moments later he opened his eyes. His gaze fell on the tiny face that was in his embrace.
The red and white figure disappeared in the darkness of the night, leaving behind a terrible silence.
Five days had passed since the disaster that occurred in the square. The entire kingdom was in an uproar with the calamity that occurred when the competition was held.
No one knows what happened. Of the many people, only a handful survived the disaster. But even those few people could not remember what had happened. Their memories were erased by someone.
The Alchemist Union.
"Rong Rong, do you remember what happened during the competition?" Ji Fan asked Qi Rong.
"No, I just know my body was sent to my own home."
"We're going through the same thing."
Inside the Linxiang royal palace.
Ling Wuji sat on his throne. He's thinking deeply.
"Your Majesty, do you remember anything?" A royal adviser asked.
Ling Wuji shook his head. "Nothing I can remember. Everything was as if it was deleted by someone else."
The royal adviser could only sigh.
Currently Bai Yin Xue still had not woken up from her deep sleep. His injuries had already improved but he was still unconscious.
Xie Wuqing sat down to accompany the figure lying down with a pale face. Everything that had happened made his heart tremble.
Is it possible for a natural disaster to arrive to coincide with the time of the competition? While the ground of the square has existed since time immemorial. How could it suddenly sink to the bottom of the earth?
But if it wasn't a natural disaster, who would have done this?
Was it true because of Bai Yin Xue's shout?
How is that possible?
All sorts of questions and guesses appeared in his brain. He couldn't really understand what was really going on.
His mind floated on a red figure with white hair. The man really held onto his words. He saved his nephew and even his relatives.
If the man did not arrive on time, they might have been buried underground with the other corpses.
"Thank you for the God of Destruction in Futian." He muttered lightly.
"Ohuk!"
Bai Yin Xue coughed as her eyes opened. He felt his throat very dry.
"My nephew finally woke up." Uncle Wuqing said from beside him. He took out a cup of water and gave it to Bai Yin Xue.
After drinking the water, his throat got better. He looked at his uncle curiously. How did they survive? Who saved him?
"Yin Xue, do you want to know who saved us?"
Bai Yin Xue simply nodded.
"Paradise! This is Di Futian the God of Destruction, do you know?" Uncle Wuqing said enthusiastically. All along there was nothing she could tell anyone else, as she had to keep the identity of the man.
"...."
"Who's In Futian?"
"You don't know? It was a handsome man with a distinctive red robe as well as his white hair."
Bai Yin Xue immediately nodded in understanding. It was Mo Jingtian!
His mind floated on that figure. When they first met, he thought Mo Jingtian was a cold-blooded demon. But it turns out that the man always helped her at the right time.
He remembered how they were connected. From the soft hands that hugged her, their interlocked lips, her pleasant voice. His face heated up as he remembered those things.
"Well, he's very good at everything."