The real Stone had been dead for many years. Now, the one using his body was just a sneaky demon from the netherworld, not even a human.
Looking at this once vibrant body now in such a sorry state, Yaohua felt a surge of emotions.
However, even so, she wouldn't show the slightest bit of mercy.
Sword shadows flew wildly, and the wind and snow were in disarray.
The clash of weapons created crackling sparks when the blades scraped against each other. The killing intent spread silently. The two were evenly matched, engaging in thousands of rounds in just an instant.
The body of the living - dead seemed flawless, but even so, it couldn't withstand Yaohua's swordsmanship.
Crack!
Yaohua broke Zhaoying's arm, and at the same time, he was stabbed in the chest.
Aiming at the repaired mark on his neck, Yaohua raised her sword and was about to strike.
The sword made of ice - crystal jade marrow was not only a great tonic for the demons from the netherworld but also their death sentence, Yaohua thought. Once this sword fell, little Stone could finally rest in peace.
Just then, the sinful immortals who had been watching on the sidelines realized the situation was bad and drove their spiritual beasts to surround them.
Clang!
A stone came silently, interrupting Yaohua's action.
"Don't kill him."
Gusongyue blocked her sword and stood between her and Zhaojun.
The actions of the sinful immortals came to an abrupt halt.
Yaohua didn't give an inch. "He has committed numerous evils. He must die."
If someone had said that Zhaojun had no presence in the Divine Continent before, she would never have believed it.
The fact that Zhaojun could inhabit Stone's body had already shown signs during the incident in the Thunder Dream Swamp.
Moreover, besides that time, she had also seen Stone in Henan Prefecture.
She looked around and saw that the sinful immortals were eyeing her menacingly.
If they were trying to stop her, it was unnecessary. With just her and her sword, she could protect everyone.
"No, he can't die."
Yaohua didn't understand. "Gusongyue, keeping him will only bring you endless troubles!"
Previously, Gusongyue had directly killed those demons from the netherworld who came looking for treasures. Why was he treating Zhaojun differently?
Yaohua didn't know.
In any case, Zhaojun must die today!
The two were at a stalemate, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.
"Gusongyue must have his reasons for keeping this person. Yaohua, how about we capture him alive first and decide his fate later?"
The words of Fairy Ziying reminded Yaohua of the previous things.
She was right. Besides the magic treasure, they still didn't know what Zhaojun's purpose was for having people dig for ores on a large scale. He shouldn't be killed just like that.
Yaohua slowly withdrew her sword. Seeing Zhaojun looking at her triumphantly, she found it a bit funny. "Tell them to get out of the way."
The sinful immortals were surrounding them, and Yaohua didn't know what they were up to. She wasn't afraid of anything, but she wasn't the only one on the scene.
Zhaojun had witnessed her methods last time. Now, although he was reluctant to hear her words, he had no choice. After all, a wise man knows when to yield. As one of the crown princes of the demon race, he understood this very well.
Seeing the sinful immortals retreat, they tied up Zhaojun and returned to the village.
When the villagers saw them bringing back a pale - blue - skinned child, and noticing the child's strange appearance, they knew that this child was not a good person. They didn't even want to watch the commotion and went back into their houses one by one.
Yaohua tightened the ropes around Zhaojun's hands and feet to prevent him from playing any more tricks.
The spiritual beast that he had seemingly tamed had slipped away when he fell into Yaohua's hands, but the sinful immortals couldn't be underestimated.
"Sister - in - law, I've forgotten what happened before. You've vented your anger, so don't be angry anymore."
Zhaojun couldn't move and hated Yaohua deeply in his heart. But being at her mercy, he could only talk tough.
What was the point of a prisoner provoking her?
Yaohua yanked the rope hard, almost breaking Zhaowu's forearm.
"Gusongyue said not to kill you, but he didn't say I couldn't touch a single hair on you." Yaohua sneered. "Since you've inhabited this child's body and are so reluctant to leave it even when your head is separated, there must be a reason. If I cut off your limbs and put you in a clay pot..."
Yaohua dragged out her words and looked at him with a smile.
She didn't need to say the rest. As a member of the royal family of the demon race, Zhaojun would surely imagine it himself.
"You vicious woman!"
Sure enough, Zhaojun's face changed drastically. After cursing, he closed his mouth tightly when he saw Yaohua suddenly draw out her sword.
Yaohua waved her sword in front of his eyes. "Zhaojun, as a crown prince, you should know that talking tough won't do you any good."
Anyway, scaring Zhaojun didn't have any consequences, so Yaohua didn't think there was anything wrong with saying such things.
"Tell me, what on earth are you up to by going through so much trouble to dig for ores?"
Zhaojun closed his mouth and didn't say a word.
"Not going to say? Then I'll cut off your arm first."
Yaohua gestured at his shoulder. "Living - dead people shouldn't feel pain, right?"
Seeing that she was serious, Zhaojun quickly spoke up. "I don't know. It was Zhaoyue who told me to do this."
"Who is Zhaoyue?"
"She is the eldest princess of the royal family of the demon race, the sister of Zhaowu and me."
He was quite honest.
It seemed that this eldest princess of the demon race had a higher status in the demon race than Zhaojun.
Yaohua withdrew the sword hovering over his shoulder. "Then how did you come to the ice field, and how do you plan to leave here?"
Zhaojun's eyes were evasive. "Zhaoyue sent me in. As for leaving... I don't know how to leave."
"You don't know how to leave, yet you dared to come in rashly?" Yaohua didn't believe it. "See that clay pot over there?"
Yaohua pointed at the corner.
The clay pot was half a person's height. Unless Zhaojun was blind, he couldn't miss it.
"Do you want to have your limbs cut off and be put in it?"
"I really don't know. Zhaoyue said that as long as we get that magic treasure from Gusongyue, we can leave the ice field."
"If so, why doesn't Gusongyue leave here by himself and wait for you all to come looking for it?" Yaohua quickly drew out her sheathed sword and placed it on Zhaowu's shoulder.
"Anyway, I won't say." Zhaojun pursed his lips and looked at Yaohua defiantly. "If you have the guts, do it."
"Good, you're really brave." Yaohua clapped her hands. "Don't worry. After I cut off your limbs, I'll burn them with fire. After all, since you can sew your head back on, how do I know if your limbs can be sewn back on?"
Once bitten, twice shy. Last time, Zhaojun had resurrected even after his head was cut off. This time, she wouldn't leave any hidden dangers.
"You—" Zhaojun was furious. "If you really do that to me, I'll make you regret it!"
"Regret?" Yaohua tapped his face with the sword. "Don't worry. No matter what I do to you, I won't regret it."
The long sword made a sharp arc in the air, and the next moment, it cut off Zhaojun's arm.
Just as she was about to cut off the other arm in Zhaojun's hateful gaze, a sudden gale swept up outside and slammed open the door.