TSFLIP Chapter 417

“Feng Guang…” Fang Yue called softly, but there was no response.

Her body transformed into specks of glowing light, resembling fleeting snowflakes, disappearing from his arms. Along with her, the Han Yuan sword she had gifted him also vanished.

Fang Yue sat on the ground for a long time, then stood up. His body no longer carried the presence of the living, only an oppressive aura of death. Beneath his feet was the black inferno, and the red gates of hell opened wide. Countless black skeletal hands emerged, seizing the disciples still trapped within the barrier, dragging them one by one into the bottomless black abyss. Some skeletons even grabbed Fang Yue’s legs.

Fang Yue lowered his head, motionless. His expression was unreadable, and the cries of agony around him went unheard. In his white robes, amidst the surrounding black inferno, he appeared even more ominous and terrifying.

Those outside the barrier fell silent in fear.

When the sinister black mist spread to his waist, he slightly lifted his gaze. His thin lips curled into a faint, chilling smile—a smile so enchanting and so cold, it could only be described as demonic.

“You all must live well…” he whispered, “Live well, and wait for me to take your lives.”

He had no right to speak those words. Everyone had told themselves that those who entered the gates of hell could only die, but knowing that was one thing; feeling the primal fear was another.

In the crowd, Mu Ning softly called, “Senior Brother…”

Fang Yue’s gaze shifted slightly to her.

That gaze… was nothing but dead silence.

The people he spoke of killing also included himself!

Mu Ning felt weak all over, collapsing onto the ground. She held her head, murmuring in pain, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

She had never considered killing anyone, let alone Feng Guang. Whether it was her master or senior brother, or even the other seniors, she just wanted things to be as they were before. Why couldn’t everyone return to how they were before…?

Fang Yue turned his gaze to Yi Mu and slowly spoke, “Everything you owe me, I will take back.”

The black mist had already covered half of his face, intensifying the coldness of his smile.

Yi Mu froze, feeling a chill deep in his bones.

After the last man was consumed by the black mist, the red gates of hell closed, and everything returned to stillness.

Xuanmen was left without Chu Yu, Fang Yue, and Feng Guang.

Another Xuanmen was not peaceful today, either.

By the order of Xuan Qingzi, Shang Baizi specifically came to Haomiao Peak. He had been waiting in her bamboo house for several hours. Sitting in a chair, Shang Baizi yawned, growing increasingly impatient.

He didn’t know what had gotten into his master today, forcing him to come to Haomiao Peak and wait until Feng Guang appeared. But the sun had set, and his junior sister hadn’t shown even a shadow. This was troubling. The little girl’s mealtime was approaching, and growing children couldn’t be left hungry. What if his junior sister thought he was neglecting the child?

Just as Shang Baizi was contemplating whether to leave, a flash of light appeared in the room. First, he smelled a strong scent of blood, and then he saw a young girl in red sitting across from him, unconscious and slumped over the table.

“Feng Guang!”

Shang Baizi, shocked, drops his fan. Without thinking, he quickly retrieved the longevity lamp given to him by Xuan Qingzi, placed it on the table, and lit it. Then, swiftly and efficiently, he lifted Feng Guang and laid her down on the bed before rushing out to inform Xuan Qingzi.