"Vine spirit, silence means consent," Mu Anxiao retorted. With that, she flicked the silver rope towards the vine spirit.
Seeing this, the vine spirit quickly took a step back. "Mu Anxiao, I don't want to fight, and I certainly don't want to duel with you. Can we talk things through now?"
He was acutely aware of how severe his injuries were. If he were to engage in a fierce duel with Mu Anxiao right now, his outcome would be dire.
For his own sake, he couldn't fight.
"Vine spirit, since you've put it that way, then hand over the green bottle."
"What do you want?"
"To prevent you from ambushing me. Hand over the bottle now, and then obediently revert to your original form, and I won't duel you. Of course," Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes, "if you disagree, don't blame me for being impolite."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao could see the vine spirit's desperate will to survive. But even so, she couldn't be lenient with him, because letting him go would be harming herself.
Therefore, for her own sake as well, she presented him with this condition.
"You'll be impolite to me," the vine spirit said, recalling how Mu Anxiao had unceremoniously thrown him out earlier that day, only to be trampled by various people as he lay on the ground. Anger flared, "You want to trick me again."
"I don't. I'm just taking precautions."
"Taking precautions," the vine spirit snorted lightly and opened his palm. "You want to harm me again."
"I don't want to harm you. I'm merely giving you a chance."
"A chance," the vine spirit sneered. "Your chance is for me to hand over the green bottle and let you torment me."
"Am I that kind of person?" Mu Anxiao asked, glancing at the vine spirit's palm, which was faintly glowing green. She took half a step back, ready for anything.
"Once, twice, but not a third time. Since you don't believe my words, then fine, I'll propose a condition to you as well."
"A condition?"
"Yes," the vine spirit said, glancing at his palm. "Since you're so eager to fight me, if you lose, you hand over your life to me." With that, he balled up the vines in his hand and hurled them towards Mu Anxiao.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao remained calm. "This isn't a condition," she said. She quickly turned and ran forward, then forcefully pushed off a large rock with her left foot, leaped into the air, and with the same speed as the ball of vines, flung the silver rope. She then swung the hand holding the silver rope several times rapidly, entangling the ball of vines.
Feng Qishi had initially thought Mu Anxiao was fleeing, but to his surprise, she made a sudden reversal. He was astonished.
The wolf demon applauded, "Well done."
Lin Yan glanced at the wolf demon, his eyes wide with shock at Mu Anxiao's speed.
Mu Anxiao paid no mind to their reactions. Instead, she lifted the silver rope, which was entwined with the ball of vines, above her head, spun it twice in the air, and then slammed it down towards the ground.
The next second, the vines exploded.
The vine spirit's eyes widened as he watched his meticulously cultivated vine ball shatter. "Mu Anxiao, that was my treasure!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Mu Anxiao said, the silver rope striking the ground with a loud crack.
Hearing the sound, the vine spirit trembled. He then looked down at his injured leg and thought about his ultimate weapon, which Mu Anxiao had just destroyed. After a moment's hesitation, he struck his palm out again.
This time, a beam of light shot towards Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao said nothing. While conjuring her soul sword with a flick of her finger, she reeled in the silver rope. As the light approached her, she swiftly raised her sword and powerfully cleaved towards the light.
The next second, the light scattered with a boom.
However, the vine spirit's actions were solely to prevent Mu Anxiao from getting close to him, as he knew that if she did, his fate would be grim.
Thus, to protect himself, he had to expend his demonic power.
Who would have thought... Mu Anxiao possessed the ability to counter his every move. He was stunned by her capabilities.
At the moment Mu Anxiao cleaved the light with her soul sword, Feng Qishi's heart suddenly ached, and he cried out, "Silly Mu, you can't use the soul sword!" He clutched his chest.
The soul sword had been his former magical artifact. He reasoned that if he could feel something, then at this moment, he would be able to sense it immediately. Therefore, to prevent Shen Yan from sensing him and coming over, he had to stop Mu Anxiao at once.
Conversely, Mu Anxiao paid no attention to Feng Qishi. She continued to stare intently at the vine spirit and said coldly, "Now, it's your turn." With that, she gripped her soul sword and walked gracefully towards the vine spirit.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao was ignoring him, Feng Qishi hurried forward and stood in front of her. "You can't do this." As he spoke, his hands emitted a blue light, and he placed them on Mu Anxiao's arm.
"Move aside," Mu Anxiao said, forced to stop.
"If you use the soul sword, I will sense it," he said earnestly. "Put it away quickly."
"Sense what?" Mu Anxiao frowned, completely bewildered by Feng Qishi's words.
"What I mean is..." Feng Qishi glanced sideways at the vine spirit, who was preparing to escape, and whispered, "I can now sense the existence of the soul sword."
"You're overthinking it."
Driven by her desire to win, Mu Anxiao only wanted to duel the vine spirit and force him to revert to his original form, thus making him feel defeated.
Therefore, she believed Feng Qishi was merely trying to stop her and scare her.
"I'm not overthinking it. I sense..."
"Crazy Shen, you... move aside." Mu Anxiao, seeing Feng Qishi's persistence and continued attempts to scare her, grew angry.
"I won't move. You can't use the soul sword anymore."
Hearing Feng Qishi's words, Mu Anxiao lowered her gaze to the soul sword in her hand, her eyes darkening. "Can I use the silver rope instead?"
"Yes."
The silver rope was an item from the underworld. He knew Shen Yan would not be able to detect it, so he agreed.
"Alright, I'll listen to you," Mu Anxiao said. Just as she was about to sheath the soul sword, it suddenly emitted a bright blue light. Then, completely losing control, she raised the soul sword and, with a ferocious expression, uttered, "Crazy Shen, let go."
Seeing this, Feng Qishi quickly released his grip.
Behind Feng Qishi, the vine spirit calmly watched Feng Qishi blocking Mu Anxiao. He thought that if he were to act, his weapon would surely pass through Feng Qishi's body, and then... Mu Anxiao would be severely injured, perhaps to the point where she would cease to exist in the future.
With this thought, he gave a sly smile. Forgetting the wolf demon and Lin Yan, he raised his hand, but just then, Mu Anxiao, completely out of control, plunged the soul sword into Feng Qishi's body.
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