vstars Chapter 62 Threat
Chapter 62 Threat
Immediately afterwards, a deep, guttural roar of a demonic beast suddenly echoed through the bustling market.
"roar!"
"Where did these monsters come from! Is another beast tide coming?" A commotion broke out in the crowd, with many people looking panicked and trying to escape.
"It's a tiger demon! Run!"
A massive, monstrous tiger was pouncing towards the crowd, its four paws stomping on the ground, causing the pebbles on the road to tremble and shake.
It was a giant tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, nearly ten feet tall at the shoulder, with smooth fur and dark golden tiger stripes.
A pair of tiger eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, held a hint of toying with its prey.
Its gaping maw, with its interlocking fangs, seemed ready to devour a person, and its breath turned into puffs of white mist in the morning breeze.
Surprisingly, however, the tiger demon had a gilded saddle on its back, with a person sitting on it.
He was dressed in a dark blue long gown, with a silver-gray crane cloak over it. He had a handsome face, but also an indescribable sinister aura.
It was Yao Ye.
"The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect are here, so there is no need for you to panic."
Yao Ye sat upright on the tiger's back, his hand on his sword, and chuckled lightly. Seeing the crowd scattering and fleeing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure.
A lame Taoist priest, dressed in a coarse cloth robe and hurriedly packing up his stall, turned ashen with anger upon seeing this.
Everyone knew that this so-called tiger demon belonged to this high and mighty immortal sect disciple.
I was just about to give him a good scolding to vent my anger:
"My mother's maid..."
The words had just left his mouth when he hesitated, swallowing them back down.
It turned out that the tiger demon was followed by a dozen or so outer disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect. They were all wearing blue Taoist robes and had long swords hanging at their waists. Their steps were neat and uniform, and each of them kept their eyes straight ahead with solemn expressions, which gave them a certain air of immortals.
However, as these outer disciples walked through the dust raised by the tiger demon, their robes inevitably got a little dusty.
Compared to Yao Ye, who sat upright on the tiger's back, spotless and immaculate, the difference in their abilities was immediately apparent.
Zhang Ruxue's gaze fell on the tiger demon, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The subtle change in her expression was fleeting, unnoticed by others. She didn't say anything, but simply shifted her gaze back to the dense crowd in front of her.
Yao Ye reined in the tiger demon, glanced down at the scattered cultivators gathered under the archway, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
He flipped off the tiger's back with fluid movements, displaying a graceful and elegant demeanor.
After landing, he walked straight to Zhang Ruxue's side, cupped his hands and smiled, "Junior Sister Zhang, you've arrived early."
"Um."
Zhang Ruxue replied indifferently, without even lifting her eyelids.
Yao Ye was left feeling awkward, but his smile remained unchanged. He turned around and waved to the outer disciples behind him, signaling them to line up on the right.
The outer disciples obeyed the order and quickly formed two neat rows on the right side of the archway. Each of them stood tall and proud, hands on their long swords, displaying a rather imposing presence.
The rogue cultivators all turned their gazes to this group of disciples from the immortal sects, some with envy, some with awe, and some secretly scoffing...
Wu Liang leaned close to Duan Heisi's ear and whispered, "Riding a tiger to wipe out monsters, how impressive."
Duan Heisi didn't reply, but just snorted through his nose.
In the midst of this brief commotion, a scorching, almost venomous gaze shot straight out from the outer disciples' ranks and fixed itself on the group of rogue cultivators.
Chen Bai was originally standing behind Miao Wu Niang, using Miao Wu Niang's figure to block most of his face.
But just now, in order to get a clearer view of Zhang Ruxue and Yao Ye, the crowd unconsciously moved aside, revealing half of his figure.
He was looking down and tidying up the pouch at his waist when he suddenly felt a piercing gaze fall on him. The malice in that gaze was so intense that it was almost tangible, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He looked up and met that gaze.
It's Xue Zhen.
He stood in the third row of the queue, his body hunched over, like a stray dog.
Compared to half a month ago, Xue Zhen looked much more disheveled.
A new scar appeared on his face, extending from his cheekbone to his jawline. The skin and flesh had just healed, still bearing an unsightly purplish-red hue.
Several whip marks were faintly visible at the collar of the blue Taoist robe, the deepest one diagonally cutting into the collarbone from the right side of the neck, with the scab still not completely peeled off.
He had lost weight, his cheekbones were more prominent than they had been half a month ago, and his eyes were more ferocious than before, with bloodshot whites and shrunken pupils, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
The moment Xue Zhen saw Chen Bai, a flush of color rushed to his face.
The newly added scar twisted and wriggled on the reddened dough, like a centipede that had come to life.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly, his knuckles cracking, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his entire arm trembling slightly.
Chen Bai!
That's right, it's this rogue cultivator.
As a result, he was whipped to the point of near death by Young Master Yao, and the dozen or so deep, bone-revealing whip marks on his back have not yet fully healed.
For the past two weeks, Xue Zhen has been unable to sleep soundly every night. Every time he closes his eyes, he hears the sound of that oil-soaked short whip striking his flesh.
One step wrong, step by step wrong.
If he had crushed this kid the moment they met, he wouldn't be in this predicament today.
Now, Chen Bai has already broken through the Nascent Soul stage. Xue Zhen, on the other hand, cannot discern his true strength.
How could a mere rogue cultivator be considered a fellow Immortal of the Fetal Breathing Realm?
So what? Ha, it's just the initial stage of embryonic breathing.
Although he was also at the early stage of the embryonic breathing stage, the person standing behind him was Young Master Yao, an outer disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.
And what about Chen Bai?
He was just a lone cultivator, lacking both resources and connections.
If you're among a motley crew, no one will even collect your body when you die.
Thinking of this, Xue Zhen's lips involuntarily curled into a smile, and he felt much better.
She looked at him, revealing a row of stark white teeth.
That smile was cruel and ferocious, like a starving jackal seeing a fat rabbit that had been left alone.
Chen Bai frowned slightly.
He naturally recognized Xue Zhen, but this man was of average strength and not worth fearing.
The more troublesome one is Yao Ye.
This person is a direct descendant of the Yao family of the Immortal Clan, and also an inner disciple of the "Spirit Sword Sect".
Although Chen Bai didn't have much interaction with him, he could tell from his previous understanding that this person was narrow-minded and vindictive.
More importantly, Xue Zhen was clearly Yao Ye's man. He also happened to run into Chen Bai; he didn't know what kind of deal the two were up to.
But such coincidences are rare in this world.
"Could it be because of what happened before, that they want to take advantage of this mission to harm him?"
Chen Bai was in a state of confusion and had the urge to back out, but his name was already on the list, and it would be wishful thinking to leave halfway through.
After a moment's thought.
He took a half step back without making a sound, disappearing back into the crowd.
Miao Wuniang noticed his movement, turned around and glanced at him, her gaze sharp as a knife: "What's wrong?"