367: Chapter 355: Emotion Slayer Returns to Position 367: Chapter 355: Emotion Slayer Returns to Position Killing a person merely involves dropping their head to the ground, and stealing a husband elicits no less hatred, does it?! Why must I inexplicably bear all between this bitter feud of two women? When trapped in the perilous Mountain Realm, Baili An didn’t consider it a suffering. Pursued by the Shebi Corpse to a dead end, Baili An never blamed Heaven nor others. Going to the Lihe Sect to rescue Jiujiu, being run through the heart by Su Jing, the pain unbearable, Baili An never felt wronged either. Only now, inexplicably caught in the war of two women fighting over a man, especially seeing Yin Baishuang’s murderous intent converging to a point as if she wished her sword would penetrate his skull. He knew that look was not meant for him. But still under those icy eyes, the look so alien it frightened and aggrieved him. A dull pain in his chest, not knowing why, Baili An rarely felt rage, yet he angrily said, “Can you listen to an explanation!” She scoffed incessantly, “What is there to explain between us? What we both sought was nothing more than an end to all this.” The anger Baili An had struggled to suppress flared up again, he said in a deep voice, “All day spouting words of slaughter, acting irrationally without considering the consequences! A limit exists even in madness! No wonder the one you delight in left you. Even if you are beautiful, who would dare stay by your side!” Baili An had never spoken to an enemy with such sharp words, let alone to a girl he subconsciously regarded as a friend. Yet for some reason, seeing her always uncontrollable with murderous rage, he couldn’t contain his irritation any longer. The icy killing intent she bore immediately became three-fold more solemn. The mocking expression on Yin Baishuang’s face, the hatred in her eyes, and the unhideable desolation and despondency, they all eventually vanished, leaving only a bottomless coldness and a blood-curdling intent! “You say—who’s delighted one—should leave whom—” Her gaze was terrifying, the dark pupils faintly revealing some emotions as they demonized and spilled out! Baili An felt a chill in his heart, and a painful emotion began to breed, the pain like poisonous thorns tightly entwined around his heart, to pluck them would mean each touch brought breath-stopping pain. For whom this heart ached, he did not know. Unnoticed, a rabbit crouching on the ground shuddered violently, its eyes almost seemed to be brimming with tears like a tidal wave. “Su—Jing—” Baili An had never heard someone utter a name with such blood-curling grief! Wishing to smash his bones, swallow his blood! Yin Baishuang’s eyes turned blood-red, with blood streaks crawling over her pupils. Beneath her feet, the hundred-mile ice river cracked innumerable spider-web-like marks, from which cold sprang and a vague mist entwined around her crimson dress hem. It was as if she was walking in the Netherworld, unable to see the path ahead or find the way back. Even in sinking, she knew not where to fall. Her voice mingled with the mountain wind, like a wailing spirit, suddenly much softer: “I thought you, like me, knew it was wrong…” “Now it seems, to kill you…” Yin Baishuang raised her pitch-black brows, face devoid of warmth, “truly isn’t excessive at all.” The move made, the binding becoming imprisonment. Baili An suddenly felt countless invisible chains imprison his body and even his soul in a cage. For a moment, he couldn’t even move a finger. The black piece commits slaughter, one hundred eighty-one arrays mark the line between life and death, the board filled with murderous intent, leaving no room for mercy! Baili An didn’t find death terrifying, for a moment he felt as if he was back in that boundlessly dark ancient coffin. He looked at Yin Baishuang’s face, lost in thought. Living is a painful thing after all, isn’t it? Since he had awakened, most of what this world had given him was pain and malice. Very rarely having a human body, he knew the spiciness of hot pot, the sweetness of caramel, the warmth of body temperature. None of these were his. The once barren spirit platform suddenly felt extremely full, as if a warm entity was slowly merging into this body. Baili An’s eyes half-closed, then suddenly opened, his pupils cold and clear, deep and secluded. In his hand, the handling of Emotion Slayer Sword Intent began to resonate, the Sword Intent interweaving, at times flourishing, at times ceasing. Between existence and extinction, that Sword Intent gained countless different attributes. Of fire, of electricity, of wind and thunder, of Karma Fire! While the after-images of the sword shadows in his view had not yet completely vanished, the white pieces vanished, and the black pieces remained damaged. His white robe fluttered like wings, Emotion Slayer returned to its sheath, soul returning to its place. Clear and faint, the sword light silently fell, taking away the wetness soaked into her garment by the river without leaving a visible mark, the robe filled with cold wind, her ethereal icy skin compressed all the colors of the surrounding mountains and rivers. An abrupt change in presence seemed to alert Yin Baishuang of something, her eyes sharpened as she pressed down on her sword, remaining silent, the madness in her eyes turning into puzzled confusion. Ying Xiu, completely oblivious, exclaimed, “You feigned injury, concealing your strength.” Yin Baishuang and Su Jing both revealed a cold mocking smile. Ying Xiu, realizing his mistake, hurriedly shut his mouth. Su Jing’s thin lips moved slightly as though about to speak, a crisp sweetness swept through her teeth, her expression slightly shifted, hiding the sweetness at the root of her tongue, she said lightly, “Seeking a white piece.” Yin Baishuang’s gaze flowed shallowly: “You remind me.” The white piece met its target, accurately landing just above the alarmed Ying Xiu’s head. After a flash of Array Light, this Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld was transferred to an unknown place. “This face is extremely annoying.” “This face is extremely annoying.” The two women said in unison. Exchange a glance, Yin Baishuang asked again, “What brings you to Ghost Mountain?” Su Jing said lightly, “You harvest Ghost Grass, yet I’ll snatch it into my own bag.” A cold glint crossed Yin Baishuang’s eyes, but very rarely did she not explode; she walked to the side of the unconscious Baili An, lifted his shirt, and unabashedly ran a finger over the shallow white frost Sword Intent scar on his chest. She mocked, “That matches your reply, Su Jing. The previous one wasn’t you, was it?” Thinking about it, Su Jing must have been exceptionally shameless to have spoken those previous words. The whole world has the right to call her mad. Su Jing looked down: “What words?” Yin Baishuang sneered, “As I thought.” Her peripheral vision carefully observed Su Jing’s expression, seeing her usual cold demeanor, briefly glanced at her finger stroking the boy’s chest, then quickly averted her gaze, a demeanor reluctant to explain her current predicament. Indeed, this cold-hearted Su Jing who disdains explanations was truly her. “I’m curious about how you plan to snatch what belongs to me,” said Yin Baishuang with a mocking look. Su Jing calmly retorted, “Is that so?” Yin Baishuang as if reminded of something joyful and satisfying: “Are you referring to those trinkets he bought with you from the mountain? I really don’t care for those things.”