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On the outskirts of the Crimson Prairie, gazing at the vast expanse of scarlet, Eve slowly put away the jade flute that had been at her lips. A faint smile graced her stunning face, revealing a pair of adorable tiger teeth. This smile appeared pure, yet behind that purity lay a hint of bloodshed, a wild beauty.
"It’s truly unfortunate that Rondo couldn’t kill you himself. However, being buried here in the Crimson Prairie, with your bones scattered, is also a decent choice—along with your brothers," Eve said, her eyes bright as she inhaled the rich scent of blood wafting from the prairie. As her beautiful eyes flickered, her pink tongue lightly licked her lips. "Your brothers will soon join you. Sneaking past Byron and the others to ambush Landon? With me around, it’s all just a joke."
"Those two Fellows are really going to be dragged into this—how pitiful." As if recalling something, Eve gently brushed her hair and smiled as she took out an instrument resembling a telescope to look deeper into the Crimson Prairie.
"What!" After searching for a while, Eve's delicate body trembled as she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. What she saw was beyond her expectations.
In the sky above the Crimson Prairie, Bu had undergone a drastic transformation, resembling a demon. His eyes flickered with ferocity, blood-red and sharp fangs extended from his mouth, glinting with a chilling light. More striking was the pair of gaunt blood-red wings behind him, terrifying and fierce. The curved hooks at the tips of those wings resembled the scythe of death. With each flap of his wings, he sliced through the air and propelled himself far away.
This scene contrasted starkly with the vast Crimson Prairie and left Eve profoundly impacted. At that moment, Bu's rapidly approaching figure looked like an unparalleled monster emerging from hell, piercing through layers of mist. His bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes were deeply imprinted in her heart and mind, stirring up a storm within her.
"Who is this person? What kind of evil power does he possess?"
Eve hurriedly put away her viewing instrument; she dared not look again. The earlier scene had stirred up great waves in her heart—not due to his strength but an inexplicable dread and fear emanating from deep within her soul. She instinctively feared that figure filled with an aura of evil, like a demon.
Bu flew rapidly through the air, cutting through layers of mist as wild winds tousled his hair but could not disperse the icy glint in his eyes.
After activating Bloodline Transformation, Bu immediately unleashed Viscount Bloodwing, storing Honglian into his Storage Bracelet before swiftly ascending into the sky to escape the attacks from the crimson Sharp Grass below.
Having temporarily evaded danger, murderous intent began to rise within Bu. He was not familiar with Rondo, but since Rondo had come to his aid, regardless of any ulterior motives, Bu would remember this act of kindness.
However, before he could repay this debt, Rondo had already met a tragic end in the Crimson Prairie. From Rondo's unwilling roar before death, Bu had surmised much; these speculations made him lament the ruthlessness of whoever orchestrated this while simultaneously inflating his own murderous intent and bloodthirsty thoughts.
"This sudden mutation in the Crimson Prairie must have some unknown reason behind it. In this state, even if Honglian falls into the attack range of these crimson Tall Grass, he would surely be torn to pieces. Although Honglian's body is strong, without matching Amplification Equipment and lacking immense energy support, such strength is only effective against those below High-Level; it is not invincible."
As his wings flapped, Bu's figure flickered in mid-air before appearing outside the Crimson Prairie. Just as he escaped danger, he dove back toward the ground. As he neared the surface, Honglian's figure emerged from his Storage Bracelet, and immense Mental Power spread outwards to explore all directions.
"Eve," Bu Shuang's eyes flashed with cold light as he gently flapped his wings to maintain his floating position.
Regarding Eve, Bu had no impression whatsoever and certainly did not know her. However, since she sought his life—whether intentionally targeting him or not—anyone who threatened his life would not be spared by Bu's nature; he would never let a tiger return to its mountain lair.
A vast amount of Mental Power spread out, searching for any suspicious presence nearby. At this moment, Hong Lian's eyes were filled with a chilling glare, not letting any corner go unnoticed as she was determined to find the one who had played the flute earlier.
At this time, Eve had already left her original position before stepping out of the Crimson Prairie and entered deep into the forest. Her heart was filled with uncertainty; due to her unfamiliarity with Bu and doubts about his strength, Eve dared not act recklessly, especially in such a restless state of mind where she couldn't engage in battle with anyone.
This was her nature—cautious and suspicious.
She was not an ordinary woman; she could navigate between Byron and Rondo's Mercenary groups, playing both sides against each other while creating false information that led Di Luo and his companions to attempt to ambush Landon unsuccessfully. This was no easy feat. Now, even Bu had been manipulated by her; with a single Flute Sound, without shedding blood, she trapped Rondo in the Crimson Prairie. The depth of her scheming could be seen clearly.
However, despite Eve's cunning like a fox and her skill in strategy, she had a significant flaw that could also be considered a strength—her suspicion.
Bu's strength was evident; anyone with a discerning eye could see he was merely an Intermediate Level warrior. With Eve's Intermediate Level 4 strength, there was no reason for her to fear him. Yet it was precisely because Eve was overly suspicious that she actively constructed an image of Bu as a powerful figure in her mind. Before even engaging in battle, she had already succumbed to fear and chose to leave while Bu had not yet departed from the Crimson Prairie, causing Hong Lian's Mental Power perception to miss its target.
"In a radius of three hundred feet, nothing abnormal has been detected. Eve sounds like a woman's name; if we analyze it this way, the target becomes clear. In this three hundred feet radius, there is only one woman."
With closed eyes and focused senses, Hong Lian quickly locked onto a figure. Bu's gaze turned cold as his Blood Wings fluttered lightly behind him. With a swift motion, he vanished from his original spot and flew through the forest like a bat at night, moving gracefully and swiftly. Hong Lian followed closely behind; her speed was also impressive, often covering dozens of feet in just one step as if shrinking the distance.
In an instant, they covered one hundred twenty feet.
A graceful figure appeared intermittently behind several large trees—a woman dressed in white like snow, quietly blooming like an Orchid amidst the thick mist.
"Eve!" With a flap of his Blood Wings, Bu approached swiftly, narrowing his eyes as he called out to the woman shrouded in mist.
"Who are you?" A slightly aloof voice responded. It did not come off as unpleasant but instead carried an unusual charm. As the voice echoed, the mist dispersed revealing the true appearance of the woman in white.
Her exquisite face was fair as snow; long dark purple hair fell casually over her shoulders—disheveled yet elegant. Her light purple eyes sparkled with life; beneath her delicate nose were lips resembling flower petals that evoked an impulse to taste their sweetness. As she stepped forward slowly, her striking white attire drew attention and exuded an inexplicable aura that captivated those around her.
Bu Shuang's killing intent flashed at that moment when the other party responded; he had already made his decision. This decision would not change based on her gender or beauty; he would show no mercy.
Whoosh!
Silently, he stepped forward with a fierce demeanor, the Taiyuan Spear in hand, and thrust it violently towards the woman before him with a speed as swift as lightning, executing the Chasing Stars and Pursuing the Moon technique.
"What do you mean by this?" The woman in white changed her expression, her eyes briefly flashing with a hint of panic. His direct attack caught her off guard, further confirming her assessment of his strength. The speed and power of this thrust, while somewhat different from what she had imagined, were still beyond her ability to counter.
This woman in white was none other than Eve. According to her original plan, she intended to avoid him. Although she was uncertain whether he would attack her after breaking free, she chose to keep her distance out of caution. After moving away for some time, she made some simple disguises to alter her appearance and completely change her aura, making it impossible for anyone to connect her to the situation.
All these preparations were Eve's cautious measures. She did not know if he would seek trouble with her, nor did she know that Hong Lian had not perished in Crimson Prairie and could use powerful Mental Power to locate nearby individuals. However, she believed she had taken the most perfect precautions and disguises.
Yet, his swift approach and sudden attack, along with his cold eyes filled with killing intent, conveyed a message to her: the person before her was resolute and not someone easily fooled.
Ignoring Eve's innocent expression and questioning gaze, he unleashed the thrust's incredible speed. Before her words had fully escaped her lips, the blood-red spearhead was already close enough to pierce through her.
In Eve's eyes, strong waves surged. Under this assault, she had the ability to evade or resist; at least she wouldn't die so quickly. But she knew that even if she escaped this thrust, the outcome would still be the same.
"Let's take a gamble." Eve did not flinch or evade; her heart raced like thunder as she quietly watched the spear penetrate her body. Time seemed to slow down at that moment. She could clearly see the blood-red spear tip tearing through her clothing and ripping into her skin. Before blood could flow or pain could register, the spear tip halted just half an inch from her Heart.
This sudden stop seemed to shatter the stillness of time. Eve grasped the spear shaft, forcing herself to remain calm while maintaining a look of confusion and a hint of enduring pride in her expression.
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