Chapter 312: I’ll Bring Her Back
Right now, within the illusion, both Mu Jixue and Yun Zhonghe had their eyes glued to the chaos outside as though they were watching a disaster unfolding on a screen. They could see through the exit of the illusion the sky being torn apart by Su Xiaoxiao’s wild rage.
Both their faces were ashen.
“How could Xiaoxiao turn out… like this?!”
Mu Jixue’s voice was tinged with disbelief, her eyes wide in shock.
Su Xiaoxiao appeared possessed, lashing out in violent fury, almost as if she had turned evil. She seemed an entirely different person from the timid girl she once was, who always bore her burdens silently.
“d*mn it! We have to stop her! Otherwise, Tianhai City… no, the entire Eastern Continent will be in danger!” said Mu Jixue anxiously.
She understood how Su Xiaoxiao felt — that oppressive world outside mirrored her inner state, filled with resentment and bitterness, yearning for a total purge.
But Jixue knew this wasn’t truly Xiaoxiao’s wish. Despite being gentle and tough, Xiaoxiao would be overwhelmed with guilt and despair should she realize what she did in her frenzy.
Regardless of the reason for her transformation, as a friend, Mu Jixue felt responsible to intervene.
Cloudy Crane, for a moment, was silent, his deep gaze piercing. He bit his lip lightly.
The situation was beyond Mu Jixue’s abilities. That wild surge of power, akin to the roar of a primordial beast, far exceeded anything she could handle.
Yun Zhonghe was also in turmoil, his mind a jumbled mess. This final boss-like opponent suddenly appearing, he really didn’t want to face it.
But he knew he must step up, to keep Mu Jixue out of danger and bring Su Xiaoxiao back.
Taking a deep breath, Cloudy Crane said, “Okay, I’ll go. Jixue, stay here and wait for me.”
Mu Jixue looked at him intently for a long while. Her eyes showed clear hesitation, but eventually, she subdued it, saying, “Alright, I’ll wait here for you.”
Her words exuded trust in him.
This was unexpected.
Before, she would have endlessly questioned his reasons, even if it meant rushing ahead no matter what. And he had been thinking just that—how to persuade her to stay back.
But now, she held tightly onto his hand, subtly giving him her strength.
“I trust your decision, so I won’t ask why. Whatever you do, I support you,” she murmured softly. Her voice was small but every word resounded in his heart.
I know my thoughts aren’t as sharp as yours, and even if I asked why, you might not tell me anyway. You always have your own plans.
I wanted to fight alongside you, but since this is your choice, the right thing, I’ll support you without question. Because I believe everything you do is for us.
Cloudy Crane was utterly stunned. He never expected Mu Jixue to be so understanding and trusting of him.
The confidence she bestowed now was like warm sunlight piercing through dark clouds, filling his heart with strength, igniting fierce determination within him!
Just like that, his hesitation and worry transformed into a driving force, pushing him forward.
“I’ll make sure to bring Xiaoxiao back. Got it!”
Mu Jixue’s final, somewhat assertive response showed her true self.
Cloudy Crane clenched his fists determinedly, absorbing the strength she had passed to him.
“Of course, I’m coming back alive.”
He had done all this to live longer, to continue his journey.
Cloudy Crane hadn’t had enough of life yet. His story was just beginning.
He nodded slightly and, looking again towards the exit of the illusion, took a deep breath before stepping out.
His back appeared particularly strong and resolute.
At that moment, the voice of Snowcloud Sword sounded a bit worried, [Master…]
Playfully he thought, [So you’re scared?]
Snowcloud Sword: [Not at all! As long as you’re by my side, I fear nothing—be it mountains or seas of fire!]
Yun Zhonghe: [That’s so reassuring.]
Truly, even Cloudy Crane felt a bit nervous amidst the tension.
Though he had cards up his sleeve, he wasn’t confident those were enough to win against this ultimate boss!
After all, he was facing the legendary Disaster Empress!
Even in her current reduced state, that ancient, terrifying power was far beyond anything he could handle alone.
But as a man, there are times you must face challenges head-on!
The exchange was also his way to boost himself.
Snowcloud Sword understood too. Her ethereal essence held onto Cloudy Crane, encouraging him.
[Be assured, Master. No matter what, I’ll protect you.]
Cloudy Crane’s steps grew firmer as he stepped forward, and the world around him seemed to give way.
Xiaoxiao, I’m here to take you home!
***
Xiaoling was going crazy.
“Senior Sister Xiaoxiao! Calm down…”
Her voice was hoarse with desperation. But the only response was the constant destruction and deafening roars.
With heavy steps, she dodged the aftermath, often falling to the ground.
First, the mysterious Eight-Foot Lady appeared, then Su Xiaoxiao’s rampage, followed by the uncertain fate of Cloudy Crane—everything was chaos!
Su Xiaoxiao had become an embodiment of disaster, reveling in the destruction, easily eradicating everything around with a flick of her hands.
In mere moments, the scene turned into chaos and ruin.
Yet, Xiaoxiao seemed to spare the surroundings near the bl**d Pool, as if savoring the taste, waiting to enjoy it later.
Suddenly, a cold and ominous snort pierced Xiaoling and Xiaoxiao’s ears!
It was deep, icy, chilling.
Xiaoxiao turned indifferently, seeing Eight-Foot Lady’s red-eyed glare brimming with greed.
Though Liu Yan’s memories faded, this weapon created by the Chen family remained potent in its emptiness.
Driven by instinct, Eight-Foot Lady sensed the immense energy radiating from Xiaoxiao, which was incredibly tempting to her. If she could absorb it…
“Haha, try if you dare?” Xiaoxiao sneered.
The destruction could no longer sate her desires. Her eyes flashed as she focused on the Eight-Foot Lady, a bloodthirsty grin forming on her lips.
She planned to leave this bl**d Pool for later fun.
Abandoning her airborne stance, she landed gracefully, closing the gap to less than a hundred meters.
Instantly, her muscles tensed, unleashing a tangible killing intent, as if ready to consume everything.
With blinding speed, she lunged forward—
Slash!
A sound of tearing flesh echoed.
Facing the fierce strike of the Eight-Foot Lady, Xiaoxiao merely waved a finger; the woman’s leg exploded instantly, flesh flying everywhere.
bl**d splattered, bits of meat whirled through the air.
The severed limb was quickly corroded by Misfortune Power, losing self-healing capability.
Xiaoxiao didn’t rush to end the fight; she wanted to toy with her enemy, channeling her repressed rage.
However, Eight-Foot Lady had no fear. Even one-legged, she moved swiftly, using her remaining leg to propel herself upward, hurling herself at Xiaoxiao again.
Eight-Foot Lady’s divine-strength body unleashed attacks like stormy winds, relentless.
Slash!
Another eruption of flesh.
In an instant, Eight-Foot Lady’s arm was twisted off, leaving a clean break sound as it fell to the ground.
“Roar—gaack!”
The enraged roar ended abruptly as she was slammed by Misfortune Power, crushing half her skull!
Then she was tossed around like a rag doll, crashing into the ground repeatedly, each impact sending debris flying.
“Roaaarr!!!”
With half a head left, Eight-Foot Lady’s shrieking continued. Xiaoxiao, meanwhile, was lost in ecstasy, her eyes glazed over, a manic grin plastered to her face.
She felt an unprecedented surge of joy, every ounce of resentment finally released.
Torture! Torture! More torture!
She ripped away flesh, smashed bones, and yanked out vertebrae.
Pulverize! Grind it all!
