Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 223 Young Master Wushang

Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Young Master Wushang

The clueless red-clad girl looked at the blurry mess of flesh with a worried face. At that moment, her red-clothed senior sister looked up and said, "Why don’t we put him in a tree?"

"But that won’t do either, senior sister. He smells so strongly of blood, even the demon beasts would be able to smell him in the tree, and they could climb up and eat him," the red-clothed girl still said anxiously.

Hearing the girl’s words, the red-clothed woman laughed and said, "People all say that our Yin Ghost Sect are evil faction folks, yet here’s a kind-hearted little girl like you."

"Sister! Saving a life has nothing to do with whether or not we are from the Yin Ghost Sect! Our master was from the Yin Ghost Sect too. When we were little, wasn’t it our master who saved us? If our dear master were still alive, she would certainly support us doing this," the red-clothed girl said again.

"Yes! We were saved by her too." After hearing the red-clothed girl’s words, the senior sister had an image of that slightly hunched figure and that kind, old face in her mind, a pity that it had to be those so-called righteous sects...

"Who’s there! Come out!" Suddenly, the red-clothed senior sister turned around sharply and coldly shouted at the dense Blood-colored Jungle behind her.

"Ha ha, I didn’t expect that this young master, hiding so well, would eventually be discovered by the great beauty Hong Yue. Perhaps, this is the power of ’love’!" From behind a large blood-colored tree, a dashing white-clothed nobleman emerged, gently shaking a paper fan with a white bone pattern engraved on it.

"So it’s the White Bone Sect’s Young Master Wushang. What are your intentions for following us!" Hong Yue, the red-clad senior sister, furrowed her brows with a solemn and wary expression as she watched Young Master Wushang, who was slowly approaching, gently shaking his white bone paper fan.

"Heh heh." Upon hearing the red-clothed woman’s words, Young Master Wushang chuckled and said, "Could it be that the beautiful Hong Yue still can’t see what’s on this young master’s mind?"

As Young Master Wushang spoke, he also looked at the girl next to Hong Yue with a full-on lecherous gaze and said, "I didn’t expect that Little Moli has grown so much in just a few years, such a delicately lovely little red flower, pitiable, and while it tugs at one’s heart not to pluck it, it also makes one unable to resist wanting to pick it."

Both women naturally saw his sinister intentions and, without any attempt to hide the lechery on his face, a long sword appeared in Hong Yue’s hand, pointing straight ahead, as she said to her junior sister beside her, "Junior sister, run!"

"No! Sister! How can I just leave you? Let’s join forces and drive him away!" Little Moli said, also taking out a small black axe from her storage ring.

"Heh heh, is this the two beauties joining forces to resist this young master? Interesting, ha ha, ha ha ha!" Young Master Wushang, said, then snapped his bone fan shut with a "swoosh" and instantly dashed forward, white figures flickering as he swiftly approached the two women.

Both women attacked Young Master Wushang at the same time, and a fierce yin wind blew up in an instant; suddenly, amidst the howling yin wind, sword shadows and axe silhouettes appeared, seemingly endless, engulfing Young Master Wushang.

"Heh heh, break for this young master!" Young Master Wushang laughed softly and jabbed with his closed paper fan. In an instant, under this one parry, the fierce yin wind and all the sword shadows and axe silhouettes instantly vanished.

Then, with a strike from his paper fan to the left and right, "Ah! Ah!" two cries rang out as the fan struck both women, instantly knocking them to the ground.

Hong Yue’s Martial Arts Cultivation was only at the level of a Five-star Martial King Realm, and Little Moli was a Two-star Martial King. In front of Young Master Wushang, a Nine-star Martial King, they were completely outmatched.

Bow your head in shame as you look at the two women you’ve knocked down, Young Master Wushang’s face carried a more depraved lustfulness, as he laughed in a sinister, mocking tone, "Heh heh, two beauties, one so tender and dripping with charm, the other full of allure, each with their own merits. Heh heh, heh heh heh heh, today I am indeed fortunate!"

"Wushang! You lecher, I’d rather die than let you have your way!" Hong Yue clenched her teeth, her sword thrusting diagonally upwards once more, as a ghoulish wind gathered and blades of sword shadows pierced towards Young Master Wushang.

"Hehe, spicy and flavorful, I like it," Sword shadows incoming, yet Young Master Wushang still wore a dismissive expression, a wave of his fan, and the sword shadows disappeared without trace under his fanning. Subsequently, Young Master Wushang landed his fan repeatedly on the wrist that Hong Yue used to grip her sword.

"Ah!" In pain, Hong Yue loosed her grip, and the sword flew out of her hand, "Peng!" It fell onto the red earth not far away.

"Sister!" Seeing Hong Yue in distress, Little Moli also let out a delicate scream, her petite body flipping to her feet to strike at Young Master Wushang with her axe, sending forth a massive axe shadow, its violent and domineering power aiming straight for Wushang.

"This delicate little flower, how can you be this brutal too, tsk tsk, that’s not nice," As he bantered, Young Master Wushang’s fan moved upwards to deflect, and the vicious strike of the axe shadow immediately shattered.

All at once, Young Master Wushang flashed in front of Little Moli, his fan aiming straight at her chest, striking her and sending her flying backward, and blood spurted from the mouth of the beautiful girl mid-flight.

"Junior sister!" Seeing Little Moli struck flying and spitting blood, Hong Yue shouted in grief. By then, Young Master Wushang was already confronting her, his face twisted into an even more depraved smile, "Heh heh heh..." His pale and slender hand reached out towards Hong Yue.

"Beast!" Enraged, Hong Yue struck fiercely with her palm towards Young Master Wushang.

"Hehe!" Young Master Wushang laughed with the same unconcerned tone, a counter-strike with the back of his hand sending Hong Yue’s palm flying back, his pale, slender hand continued forward grasping at Hong Yue’s strikingly beautiful and alluring face, "Heh heh, heh heh heh heh!"

Under the reflection of the sky filled with Blood Light, Young Master Wushang’s face, brimming with lecherous laughter, looked even more demonic.

Yet at this moment, no one noticed a tiny blood-red flame, slicing through the Void, tracing a beautiful blood-colored arc through it.

"Heh heh, heh heh heh..." Young Master Wushang’s face was still brimming with lecherous laughter, excitement oozing from his face as he involuntarily licked his lips.

Soon he would grasp this face of unparalleled beauty, imagining the blissful feeling that would come.

The Demon Claw, ever drawing closer, and Hong Yue’s eyes widened in terror, "No! No!"

This Unharmed Emotional Hand of Young Master Wushang, that claw, it is infamous for being extremely evil!

Unharmed Emotional Claw!

If her face were to be seized by this Unharmed Emotional Hand, she would lose her mind in an instant, losing herself, the consequences unimaginable!

However, just as she cried out "No," immediately afterward, she saw Young Master Wushang’s face suddenly and violently change color, now covered with horror.

Because he felt a mysterious and chilling power, descending upon his own body...