Jian Wushi and Bai Ye continued to exchange blows, their swords clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks. But as they fought, Jian Wushi couldn't help but feel a growing sense of surprise. Despite being a demon, Bai Ye hadn't used any of his demonic powers or techniques. He fought like a normal martial artist, relying solely on his swordsmanship.
Jian Wushi's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to test Bai Ye's limits. With a swift motion, he launched a powerful kick that sent Bai Ye crashing to the ground.
As Bai Ye struggled to get back to his feet, Jian Wushi walked up to him, his sword raised. "Do you consider me a lowly opponent, that you can't even be bothered to use your demonic techniques on me?" Jian Wushi shouted, his anger and frustration evident in his voice. "Or are you really trying to find redemption?"
Bai Ye looked up at Jian Wushi, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You said there's no redemption for me," he replied, his voice calm and even. "I don't need redemption. I don't want to fight you. We should leave this battle for another day."
Jian Wushi's face darkened, and he raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow. But Bai Ye was too quick, and he used his sword holder to block Jian Wushi's attack.
The fight continued, with both combatants exchanging blows and neither gaining the upper hand. But Jian Wushi was determined to emerge victorious, and he pressed his attack, using every trick in the book to try and defeat Bai Ye.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jian Wushi saw his chance. With a swift motion, he raised Skybreaker and struck, the blade biting deep into Bai Ye's stomach.
Bai Ye cried out in pain, his eyes widening in shock as he stumbled backwards, clutching at his wound. Jian Wushi's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the wound as he waited for the inevitable.
But as he looked at the wound, Jian Wushi's eyes widened in surprise. The blood flowing from Bai Ye's wound was red, a deep crimson color that seemed to glow in the fading light.
Jian Wushi's mind reeled as he stared at the blood. This was impossible. Demons' blood was supposed to be black, a sign of their corrupted nature. But Bai Ye's blood was red, a color that was reserved for mortals.
Jian Wushi's eyes snapped up to meet Bai Ye's, a mixture of confusion and curiosity written across his face. What is going on here? Why is Bai Ye's blood red?
Bai Ye's eyes locked onto Jian Wushi's, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. But he said nothing, his silence only adding to the mystery that surrounded him.
But despite Jian Wushi's confusion, his determination to kill Bai Ye didn't waver. He raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow. But before he could strike, Lian suddenly appeared, his face etched with worry.
Lian rushed to Bai Ye's side and helped him up, his eyes locked onto Jian Wushi's. "Bai Ye, can you stand? Why don't you guys just end this battle? Let's get you healed up, okay?"
Bai Ye smiled weakly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's not like I wanted to fight before."
Lian hit him on the arm, his expression scolding. "What do you mean? If you don't want to fight, then you should run away."
Bai Ye's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're one to talk, Lian."
Jian Wushi watched the exchange, his expression growing increasingly surprised. Who is this mortal, and how dare he intervene in a battle between immortals?
"Who are you?" Jian Wushi demanded, his voice cold and menacing.
Lian looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm Wen Tianlian, just a mortal cultivator. I don't belong to any sect."
Jian Wushi's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. This mortal was either very brave or very foolish. "How dare you come between a battle of immortals?" he spat. "You're just a mortal."
Lian sighed, his expression long-suffering. "Am I interrupting your battle? I just came to save someone. You can resume the fight now."
Jian Wushi's face darkened, his anger boiling over. "You dare joke with a god? You will see."
Lian's smile faltered, and for a moment, Jian Wushi saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes. But then Lian's expression smoothed out, and he said, "Oh, I already have perfectly working eyes. "
Jian Wushi's eyes flashed with anger, and he raised his sword, ready to strike. But Lian just stood there, his eyes locked onto Jian Wushi's, a mischievous glint still dancing in their depths.
Lian immediately called out to Mochen, his voice urgent. "Mochen, come quickly! Take care of Bai Ye's injuries, I'll deal with Jian Wushi."
Mochen appeared at his side, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. "Tianlian, be careful!"
Lian nodded, his eyes locked onto Jian Wushi's. "I'll be fine, Mochen. Just take care of Bai Ye."
Jian Wushi's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a scowl. "So you want to fight me, little mortal?" he sneered.
Lian grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Today's the day I defeat a god! Maybe then you gods will stop putting yourselves so high."
Jian Wushi's anger boiled over, and he launched Skybreaker at Lian. The sword shot towards him like a bolt of lightning, its blade gleaming with a deadly light.
Lian's eyes widened in terror as he saw the sword coming for him. He threw away his own sword and turned to run, but Skybreaker was relentless. It chased him around the garden, its blade slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Lian cried out in fear, his legs pumping as he tried to outrun the sword. "Don't kill me! What kind of sword is this? It's like a demon!"
Skybreaker seemed to be toying with him, its blade grazing his robes and sending him tumbling to the ground. Lian scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with fear as he saw the sword coming for him again.
But just as all hope seemed lost, a figure appeared behind him and pushed him out of the way. Lian fell to the ground, his eyes wide with shock as he saw Bai Ye lying on the grass behind him, Skybreaker lodged in his back.
Bai Ye's eyes were closed, his face pale and drawn. He was unconscious, his body bleeding profusely from the wound.
Lian's eyes widened in horror as he stared at Bai Ye's body. "No! Bai Ye, no!"
He scrambled to his feet, his eyes locked onto Jian Wushi's. "You monster! You'll pay for this!"