Chapter 392 - Strike Again If She’s Not Dead

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Unexpectedly haven’t died yet. Your life is really tenacious, huh!” Qiao Mu sneered, and a mystic-energy-guiding talisman matrix suddenly floated around her.

Mystic-energy-guiding talisman matrix: it could gather all the mystic energy from her surroundings in the valley to the greatest extent, which she could then continuously replenish into her own body.

It could really work wonders in combat! However, this talisman matrix constructed with intermediate-level yellow talismans could only last for a limited amount of time, just a quarter of an hour.

At this time, an unceasing abundance of mystic energy was presently replenishing the mystic energy that Qiao Mu had depleted due to the attack just now.

Everyone was agape and tongue-tied. They watched with bulging eyes as the little fellow’s robes fluttered due to the mystic energy once again gathered around her body.

The two disciples from Xixia Valley wished for nothing more than to faint immediately: Oh my Heavens! Where did this ruthless little devil come from? The other person already used a defensive shield to block half of her attack, yet now, she’s resenting that the person didn’t actually die and wants another go at it again?

The Xixia Valley disciples had already cursed the two Ghost Faction disciples to no end in their hearts!

If it were not for the Ghost Faction female disciple suddenly attacking someone, there wouldn’t be all this discord! Really, this both angered and depressed the Xixia Valley disciples.

This incident happened inside their valley. Even if Master didn’t blame them, all in all, it could be said that they hadn’t fulfilled their duty. They were unable to satisfy their arriving guests, causing them to even come to blows!

Suddenly—

“Stop!” A solemn middle-aged man’s voice resounded all of a sudden.

The two Xixia Valley chief disciples almost cried in joy. “Master!”

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“Troublesome!” Qiao Mu squinted. She had already channeled her mystic energy to a critical juncture. The ferule in her hand again emitted a pitch-black glow, ready for release.

Let’s see if you won’t die this time! Let’s see if you still have a defensive shield to block for you!

“Peak Master Murong! This miss, please show mercy!” The person who arrived hurriedly flashed all of a sudden to Murong Xun and Qiao Mu’s side. He cupped his fists and bowed in greeting.

“I am Luo Jinyang, Xixia Valley’s Valley Master. Greetings to the three peak masters!” Valley Master Luo hurriedly saluted towards Murong Xun and the rest with a faint smile on his scholarly face. “Could you all please first desist for this valley master’s behalf?”

“What happened.” At this time, the leader of the Ghost Faction group, Ghost Surd, rushed over with thirty disciples.

When he saw the wretched state of Chou An sprawled on the ground, Ghost Surd immediately interrogated angrily, “Who did this?”

Although he was interrogating, his pair of raging eyes were locked firmly on the little stoic’s face. It was obvious without a doubt that this floating young girl holding a black mystic weapon in mid-air was the culprit.

“You’re blind!” The little stoic said coldly, her gaze concealing an incisive killing intent.

Ghost Surd was livid, and he pointed at Qiao Mu. “You child, are too audacious and reckless!”

“Don’t point fingers at my disciple! Ask your disciple yourself what actually happened!” Murong Xun berated.

“Peak Master Murong, Elder Ghost! Please calm down, please calm down!!” Xixia Valley’s Valley Master was like a firefighter hurriedly calming down the two’s rage. He kept saying, “Let’s talk things out cordially, let’s talk cordially! Let’s first understand what happened.”

“My! I didn’t realize it was so lively over here! What is the Ghost Faction up to by mobilizing entirely? Is it that you want to start the competition earlier?” A faint laugh floated over from the corridor far away.

A smiling youth dressed in purple robes and a jade belt strolled forth following along the white jade corridor.

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