Chapter 2849 - 2850: Annihilation

Chapter 2849: Chapter 2850: Annihilation

Ke Jinyun appeared quite unruffled, and upon hearing Xue An’s question, the hazy figure quickly cleared up, transforming into facial features and limbs.

Then he promptly said, "Because of their Master!"

Although there had been speculation, Duan Muguang and Wu Jun were still agitated upon hearing it firsthand.

"Why? My Master long ago broke away from the Palace of Light and even passed away. Why won’t you let her go? Why do you want to annihilate even her last two disciples?" Duan Muguang couldn’t help but ask.

Ke Jinyun sighed, "Actually, this matter isn’t solely led by me!"

Xue An nodded, "I know that, there’s no way you could do this alone!"

"The ones truly eager to get rid of the two of you are those big shots even I dare not provoke. As for why, it’s probably fear!"

"Fear? Fear of what?" Duan Muguang pressed.

"Actually... your Master used to be our Palace of Light’s Holy Maiden!"

This statement was like a thunderbolt from the blue, not only shocking Duan Muguang and Wu Jun but even making Liao Zhiji gape.

He only knew that Duan Muguang and Wu Jun were never favored by those above, but didn’t expect such a secret.

"Impossible, how could your Palace of Light’s Holy Maiden have such strength when my Master, despite being talented, fell far short?" Wu Jun said.

"That’s because your Master returned all the Holy Maiden’s powers when she left the Palace of Light!"

This explanation rendered Wu Jun speechless, and after a moment, he muttered.

"So my Master successfully severed ties, then why do you still reminisce and seek to annihilate even us?"

Ke Jinyun shook his head, "I’m not sure about that. These big shots naturally wouldn’t disclose their thoughts to me! I just know they asked me to shelter you, only to later order your secret execution!"

"Who are these big shots?" Wu Jun asked.

"Who else could it be, naturally those red-clad Archbishops!" Ke Jinyun’s tone was rather impolite.

After all, he was just following orders when faced with this difficult opponent, which ultimately caused years of his efforts to go to waste.

He didn’t dare express anger towards Xue An, as in the world of dark forces, the strong prevail.

Especially the flame between Xue An’s eyebrows, which was filled with a terrifying aura, leaving Ke Jinyun to vent his grievances on those Archbishops.

Wu Jun listened, gritting his teeth, "Those bastards!"

Then he looked at Xue An, eyes filled with questioning intent.

He wanted to know how to deal with this guy, and how to investigate his Master’s affairs.

Xue An didn’t meet Wu Jun’s gaze, only casting a deep look at Ke Jinyun.

"Second question, have you seen this?"

Saying this, the image of an Ancient Mirror shard appeared before Ke Jinyun.

Upon seeing this, Ke Jinyun trembled slightly and said, "I know!"

"Oh?" Xue An’s eyes lit up, "You’ve seen this, so where is it now?"

"I saw this once when visiting the Holy Maiden, it’s now with her!"

"The Holy Maiden...," Xue An repeated, eyes showing deep thought.

Others dared not disturb him, quietly awaiting.

Ke Jinyun was no exception, standing in mid-air, respectfully, seemingly resigned to his fate’s decision.

But then, the flame between Xue An’s eyebrows suddenly shot out and formed a fiery sword, stabbing into the distance.

Boom!

The distant land exploded open, revealing a narrow blood-red stream beneath.

Ke Jinyun had secretly released a clone in an attempt to escape while Xue An was thinking.

But under Xue An’s flame, the stream was instantly burned to nothing.

Ke Jinyun screamed in agony.

"You...,"

Xue An looked up at him, tone indifferent and detached, "I didn’t say you could go, yet you sneak off?"

Ke Jinyun intended to argue but abruptly realized something, turning pale, then obediently shut his mouth.

"I once said that beneath the most beautiful flowers and plants lie the filthiest secrets, and even I didn’t know they’d be this overwhelming!"

At this, Xue An’s gaze became even colder.

"So I want to know how you generated so much blood?"

"I...," Ke Jinyun panicked, trying to explain.

But no matter how he racked his brains, he couldn’t think of a way to conceal it.

Seeing this, Xue An smiled coldly.

"You don’t know how to explain, right? With so much blood, even killing one person a day would take forever to accumulate this much!"

Ke Jinyun was dumbstruck.

"Everything has a consequence, and after years of wrongdoing, a price must be paid!"

Xue An said lightly, and then a ball of flame exploded in the air.

Moments later.

Everything returned to calm, except for the bottomless pit on the ground, everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

Liao Zhiji was dumbfounded.

Just... just like that dead?

That was the illustrious head of the Palace of Light!

A top-tier figure second only to the red-clad Archbishops, yet destroyed completely in the end.

Then Liao Zhiji began to feel immense relief.

Grateful for his early foresight, otherwise, he might have been long dead by now.

But that feeling was short-lived, interrupted by Xue An’s gaze.

Looking at the icy, cold gaze, Liao Zhiji’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he forced a smile, "M-Master!"

"Rest assured, for now, I won’t kill you!"

These words sent Liao Zhiji’s heart back to its place.

No matter what, saving one’s life was most important.

But the next moment, Xue An’s words made Liao Zhiji tense again.

"I may not kill you now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t later. So you need to prove your value in not being killed!"

"Such as...?" Liao Zhiji cautiously asked.

"For example, how can I meet this Holy Maiden without alarming those Palace of Light masters!"

Looking at Xue An’s seriousness, Liao Zhiji suddenly wanted to say that perhaps killing me would be better!

After all, he was merely a minor Si Duo, at best a mid-level figure in the Palace of Light.

And that Holy Maiden was at the pinnacle, with zero chance of encountering him.

Yet now Xue An wanted him to arrange a meeting with the Holy Maiden without alerting anyone.

How could that be!

Despite his dissatisfaction, he dared not utter any surrendering words.

Because he knew very well, if he dared to speak them, this white-clad youth dared to strike.

So he could only furrow his brow, "I’ll... I’ll try!"