Chapter 138 - Backlash
Chapter 138: Backlash
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She was clearly a tiny child, but Li Xiang did not dare to look into her eyes.
He felt like her demonic pupils were like an icy abyss, and his soul might get sucked in if he did not pay attention.
He tightly held the mirror and took a deep breath, inwardly mocking himself for being nervous.
So what if she was a level four mystic cultivator? She was merely a little younger and a little more talented than ordinary people, so what tricks could she pull?
D*mn girl, it’s time to serve you your just desserts!
He raised the ancient mystic mirror and abruptly pumped a large amount of mystic energy into it. There was a sneer on his lips as he aimed the mirror at the girl’s forehead.
The hearts of Wei Ziqin, Qiao Zhongbang, and the rest of their group raised high, and there was a trace of nervousness in their eyes.
It was invisible to normal people but mystic cultivators could see an intense milky white light shoot out of the mirror and head straight for Qiao Mu’s conscious like a bolt of lightning.
“Young Master Li!” Gu Qingfeng cried in shock. Li Xiang wanted to destroy this girl’s conscious!
Normally, who needed to inject so much mystic energy to inspect someone’s inner world? This Li Xiang! Gu Qingfeng’s pupils dilated, and he inwardly cursed.
Just as everyone thought that they would soon be able to admire a young mystic cultivator’s inner world inside the ancient mystic mirror, Li Xiang suddenly released a wretched scream, and the mystic mirror in his hand exploded. The broken pieces were ground into powder in an instant by some terrifying power, scattering everywhere!
“AH!” Li Xiang heavily crashed onto the ground, his limbs faced the sky and a large mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
His eyes were brimming with endless terror, and he looked at the child who silently stood in front of him without moving a centimeter like he was looking at a monster.
“You!” Li Xiang strenuously raised his hand and shakily pointed at the child. “Your conscious… contains… spat!”
Li Xiang spat out another mouthful of blood, and there were actually some fragments of his organs mixed into the blood.
“Junior Brother Li!” Shang Kun frightfully shouted and reached out to help the fallen Li Xiang up.
Li Xiang tightly gripped Shang Kun’s sleeves and brokenly uttered, “Sen-senior Brother, don’t! Don’t! Provoke! This… little…”
Then, his head slumped sideways, and he stopped speaking. Shang Kun reached out to feel his breathing with terror in his eyes and discovered that it had ceased.
“Junior Brother Li!” Another disciple from Daybreak Sect sprinted over and touched Li Xiang, his eyes aghast.
All the bones in Junior Brother Li’s body abruptly shattered into pieces at that moment, and without the support of his bones, he deflated like a leaking balloon.
No one knew what happened, even Qiao Mu was dumbfounded.
If the mystic cultivators did not comprehend, let alone the normal people watching. All they saw was that Li Xiang flew backward on his own for no reason and then died…
However, there was one similarity. Everyone looked at Qiao Mu as if she was a freak.
The ancient mystic mirror not only was unable to reflect the child’s inner world, but it also crumbled into dust. Moreover, the disciple of Daybreak Sect who held the mirror lost his life as a result. This was terrifying, alright!
“Do you still want to scan?” When the soft voice suddenly drifted into everyone’s ears, they all unanimously shook their heads like a rattle-drum.
Why would we still scan you, ancestor! That person died from your inspection! Who would dare to inspect something as vicious as your inner world unless they wanted to die?!
“Then let’s go!” Qiao Mu jumped onto the carriage and then kicked away her delicate shoes. With a gelatinous and sweet voice, she said, “Mother, the shoes got dirty.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Mother will give you a new pair.”
As everyone watched the carriage enter the city, they all lost their ability to speak.
Why did Li Xiang of Daybreak Sect die? No one knew.