Chapter 870: Give Me Back My Head

The moment Yue Zhuoran saw Li Xiaofei, a surge of hope rose in his heart. But he didn’t dare utter a word. He feared that the very moment he made a sound, his throat would be crushed. Those who had died once feared death even more. He was exactly such a person.

Nie Yucheng’s gaze swept over Li Xiaofei, sizing him up. His smile grew wider and wider.

“Many people have mentioned you to me,” He grinned as he walked toward Li Xiaofei. “They all say that if the organization could secure you, it would be like securing a future pillar strong enough to reach the heavens. They say your potential is limitless. That’s why they’ve always been so tolerant of you.”

Li Xiaofei asked impatiently, “Who are you?”

He had no time for games. According to the message from Yue Zhuoran, Si Kongxue and the child were being held here. He didn’t want to waste even a single second.

“I am—” Nie Yucheng had just opened his mouth when a flash of sword light streaked past him.

His head tumbled to the ground, rolling across the floor. Li Xiaofei stood with the Blood-Drinking Sword in hand and looked toward Yue Zhuoran. “Where are they?”

Yue Zhuoran blinked in shock,

What???

That was it?

Yue Zhuoran had expected their meeting to be a fierce clash between dragons and tigers. He had known that Li Xiaofei, wielder of an Emperor’s Weapon, possessed terrifying combat strength, but he hadn’t expected it to be this terrifying.

Nie Yucheng had died in a single exchange. That man had been the second-in-command of Eden in the Xiao Kuang Star Region. He was a dignified powerhouse of the Six Gods Realm. Yet he had been decapitated with one sword strike.

Is this the true might of an Emperor’s Weapon?

“I asked you a question. Why aren’t you answering?” Li Xiaofei’s eyes narrowed, Blood-Drinking Sword in hand, as a frigid aura exploded from him. He said, “Don’t tell me you’re trying to trick me.”

Only then did Yue Zhuoran snap back to his senses. He forced down the terror rising in his heart and stammered, “N-no... they’re here... I’ll take you to them now.”

He couldn’t afford to think about anything else. Getting this killing demon to his people was the top priority. He took the lead, guiding Li Xiaofei toward the room where Si Kongxue and the others were supposedly being held.

The room was well-hidden, but not far from where they had been.

“Just ahead, around this corner...” Yue Zhuoran wiped the sweat from his brow as he explained cautiously.

But the moment he turned the corner, his steps came to a sudden halt. Shock and confusion spread across his face. The room he had seen before was no longer there. Instead, there stretched a corridor more than twenty meters long. Soft white light blanketed the passageway, making it look as sacred as a wedding hall. Yet at the same time, it was disturbingly eerie, filled with a silence so absolute it felt like annihilation itself.

“What’s going on?” Li Xiaofei asked coldly.

Yue Zhuoran shivered and replied, “I—I must’ve remembered it wrong. It’s just up ahead... yes, definitely up ahead...”

He rushed into the corridor. But after turning the corner at the end, they were met with yet another passage.

Yue Zhuoran froze in bewilderment. He slowly turned around, facing the ever-calm Li Xiaofei behind him, and forced out a smile more painful than a grimace.

He said, “I... I think I got lost. Do you believe me?”

Li Xiaofei didn’t respond. He simply studied the white walls and the polished floor, eyes narrowing under the gentle glow that illuminated their surroundings.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, “That man I cut down earlier, who was he?”

A row of dark lines metaphorically slid down Yue Zhuoran’s forehead.

Now he asks?

Still, he quickly recounted everything he knew.

“So it was a trap,” Li Xiaofei said with a sigh.

If the enemy knew Yue Zhuoran had betrayed them, knew he had passed along a message, and most importantly, knew that message had been sent to him, then it meant Eden was fully aware of everything.

Today’s events had all been part of a trap. Then, how could Eternal Night have offered up his head so easily? Eden already knew he possessed an Emperor’s Weapon. They had likely prepared a countermeasure.

“Useless.” Li Xiaofei shot Yue Zhuoran a glare and turned to retrace his steps.

Yue Zhuoran felt wronged, but he didn’t dare argue. He wasn’t stupid. He could tell something was very wrong. At this point, all he could do was obediently follow behind Li Xiaofei.

Ironically, the man who had once been his sworn enemy now brought him a strange sense of safety. But the worst still came to pass. At the end of the corridor, there was yet another corridor. It was as if they had entered a labyrinth with no end.

Li Xiaofei didn’t hesitate. He swung his sword. A blast of powerful sword qi tore the walls and ceiling to dust in an instant. But in the very next moment, everything reverted. The white corridor reappeared before them as if time had been reversed. The two of them were still standing in the exact same place.

𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

“Ghost wall?” Li Xiaofei whispered the words to himself, sword in hand, deep in thought.

It felt like he had stepped into some sort of formation, or perhaps into a small-world domain controlled by a powerful cultivator. It might be something akin to his own Realm of Eternal Samsara.

Within such a space, the rules and laws were dictated entirely by the one who controlled it. It was extremely dangerous. Li Xiaofei didn’t strike again as the Blood-Drinking Sword only grew stronger with each drop of blood it tasted.

He had slaughtered countless elite offerings of the Merchant Alliance back on Chu Planet and helped the Chu Family eliminate many of their hidden traitors. That bloodshed had built up the sword’s power, allowing him to confront the Blazing Flame Grand Venerable in the final battle. But each time the sword was drawn, that energy was consumed. He needed to conserve it.

Fortunately, he had a walking blood bag by his side. Li Xiaofei glanced briefly at Yue Zhuoran but said nothing. The latter shivered uncontrollably, sensing the look and what it implied.

Li Xiaofei stepped forward a few paces, scanning his surroundings, trying to perceive the fundamental laws that governed this pocket dimension.

Then, a low, eerie laughter echoed from straight ahead. “Give me back my head...”

A headless corpse slowly drifted into view from the end of the corridor. It seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace. And it truly was slow—painfully so.

It inched closer bit by bit. Blood gushed forth like a spring from the severed stump of its neck, pooling into wide crimson puddles across the floor wherever it passed. Its arms were outstretched, and an eerie sound came deep within its abdominal cavity.

“Give me back my head...” The voice was like that of a drifting ghost; it was sinister and bone-chilling.

“It’s Eternal Night! He’s turned into a ghost!” Yue Zhuoran cried out in terror.

He recognized the corpse instantly. It was Eternal Night, the very man Li Xiaofei had decapitated just moments ago. The sight sent shivers down his spine. But Li Xiaofei didn’t even flinch. He simply slashed his sword.

A flash of sword light streaked across the corridor. Nie Yucheng’s corpse was instantly reduced to over a hundred chunks of flesh.

Yet in the next moment, those flesh chunks began to writhe, expand, and grow, until they transformed into fully formed, headless corpses. One after another, they crowded the hallway. Blood spurted from their severed necks, flooding the floor and forming a crimson river.

“Give me back my head.”

“Give me back my head.”

The countless corpses pressed in from all sides, completely surrounding them. The scene was utterly horrifying. And yet, Li Xiaofei laughed.

These bastards wanted to play this game in front of the Blood-Drinking Sword? They must have a death wish.

This was like an old man eating poison, clearly tired of living. If anything, Li Xiaofei had been worried there wouldn’t be enough corpses or blood for the sword to feed on.

Without hesitation, he activated the Blood-Drinking Sword’s absorption ability. In an instant, golden and silver light burst forth, drawing in the blood essence from the surrounding corpses and even the rivers of blood on the floor.

A startled cry echoed from beyond the corridor.

Whoosh!

Sword light erupted. It was Fate Breaker, a single slash that defied destiny itself. Li Xiaofei, sword in hand, shattered the entire pocket world in an instant.