200: Chapter 200 An Unexpected Beautiful Figure

As Qian Ruyi spoke, he unconsciously began to mutter to himself, his eyes sparkling with an intense thirst for knowledge.

Yun Long had long since grown accustomed to this.

Although his colleague was quite old, he still possessed the Heart-Nature of a child, full of curiosity about everything.

He especially loved ranking Geniuses; nearly half of those unofficial rankings on the internet were his handiwork...

Yun Long shifted his attention back to the Star Cult Priest. The hidden anxiety in his voice had vanished, replaced by a success-driven joy that made his voice unconsciously louder.

"Thunder, it's all over... Your plan has ended in failure after all."

"Failure? How do you know we failed? Or rather... do you really think our operation was just for that girl?"

Meng Ziyi reached out to wipe the blood that wouldn't stop seeping from the corner of his mouth, smiling with a hint of disdain.

"Forget it... everything that follows has nothing to do with me anymore..."

He straightened his back and held his sword horizontally in front of him, and a majestic Aura surged forth.

His body began to disintegrate as he moved, and fine cracks appeared across his skin; this was a stance of one prepared to risk their life.

"Ziyi... why do you still persist in this futile resistance!"

Watching his movements, Qian Ruyi shouted in confusion.

Seeing that Meng Ziyi refused to stop and that the power on his body was instead growing at a geometric rate, he seemed to realize something. His expression instantly turned frantic, and he hurriedly looked toward Yun Long beside him.

"Yun Long, Ziyi has gone mad! Stop him, quickly!"

Yun Long did not speak. He merely tightened his grip on the black sword in his hand and assumed the same stance, his eyes shining as he watched the old man who was continuously burning away his own life.

He intended to use his own way to grant this former Genius of the Human Race his final respect.

"Yun Long, I know you can definitely withstand it, but..."

Seeing that Meng Ziyi's Aura was about to reach its peak, Qian Ruyi continued to plead, his voice even carrying a faint sob.

"Old Qian, I will compensate you for the resources needed to maintain the Qiankun Shield later... but for now, please do not disturb the final moments between us, Master and apprentice..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Ruyi's face turned pale and then flushed, but he finally let out a roar filled with grief and indignation:

"I'm leaving, fine! Out of sight, out of mind... you two barbaric martial artists!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his light-shadow vanished with a 'whoosh'.

"Come... Master, I know... this is your final Sword Intent!"

In Meng Ziyi's final moments, Yun Long chose respect and did not interrupt his charging.

Finally, the Aura on Meng Ziyi's body reached its zenith.

"Xiao Long... thanks..."

At this moment, his entire being appeared exceptionally wretched. His clothes were long since soaked red with blood, his skin lacked any color, and there wasn't a single uninjured spot on his body. However, his eyes seemed to have a final burst of lucidity, shining even more brightly.

"This is a strike containing the lifetime of my Sword Dao. Xiao Long, take it!"

In the next instant, Yun Long felt the surrounding space suddenly distort completely, and time in his perception seemed to be stretched infinitely.

This was the signal of a life flashback!

He knew he could no longer be overconfident.

"Tribunal, Open!"

At the critical moment of life and death, he no longer held back and instantly activated his Superpower.

As Meng Ziyi's disciple, he clearly remembered how terrifying the power of his Master's life-burning sword was, so he had been prepared to activate his Superpower at any moment.

The next moment, a massive courtroom manifested behind Yun Long. An inconspicuous gavel flew forward and slammed to a halt in the empty air, as if it had struck something.

Boom!!!

...

Boom!!!

The massive sound startled the young girl who was stealthily making her way toward her destination.

If she hadn't already sensed that there was no one nearby, Xing Yaoyan would have truly thought she had been discovered.

She turned her head toward the source of the sound, a deep sense of wariness flashing in her eyes.

The source of the explosion was very far away; she couldn't see it clearly at all.

But considering the sound could travel this far and carry such a terrifying pressure, the two sides in combat were definitely not ordinary.

However... she didn't have the luxury to think about that much right now...

Xing Yaoyan took a deep breath and stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated tile-roofed house.

In this world, such old houses with retro brick-and-tile styles were actually quite rare.

This was the location the mysterious person had requested her to come to.

She had also consciously come alone to attend this "Hongmen Banquet."

There was no choice; the owner of the voice could use Voice Transmission on her from a distance without her sensing anything, and could make her feel an inescapable sense of being watched, which meant the gap in their strength was definitely enormous.

Rather than putting up useless resistance, it was better to meet the other party as requested.

She believed her own value was significant enough that the other party wouldn't move against her so easily. More importantly, she hadn't sensed a single shred of malice from that voice, which likely meant the owner of the voice had no enmity toward her.

Or perhaps... he wanted to make a deal with her?

Regardless of the outcome, she had to find out for herself.

She hesitated no longer and pushed open the creaking door before her.

The light in the room was poor, with only the candles burning on the candelabra by the entrance providing a meager source of light.

"You've come..."

It was the same voice that had suddenly appeared in her mind earlier!

For some reason, she hadn't been able to tell the gender from the voice before. But once she entered this room, it was as if some restriction had been lifted, and she instantly saw through the voice's disguise.

The moment she heard those words, Xing Yaoyan's eyes widened, her pupils trembling violently, her face a mask of utter disbelief.

She recognized the owner of this familiar voice...

Tap...

A subtle sound came from her side, and in the previously empty room, a petite figure wearing the white robe of a Star Cult Apostle suddenly appeared.

A long black tail peeked out from beneath the white robe, habitually wrapped around her thigh.

She took off the white hood on her head, revealing a pair of black cat ears and a pretty face that Xing Yaoyan could never have anticipated.

The expression on this face, which should have been full of vitality, was now cold and playful. Her mouth curled slightly, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

"Sister Xing Yan... this time, I want to have a good chat with you..."