These experts had either come from the military, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, or the Department for Purging Officials. They had experienced countless life-and-death battles and seen countless bitter scenes. Logically speaking, no matter how terrifying a scene was, it should not have been enough to make their hearts tremble, but the black-clothed girl had only licked the blood from the corner of her lips to make them feel incomparable fear.
Some of the weak-willed people even began to tremble. This was because this fear had already surpassed the limits of experience and reason. It came from the depths of their souls, a mark that seemed to have been branded into the starry sky countless years before they were born.
The black-clothed girl stood in the snow, her feet bare, a chain hanging from her ankles. She looked just like a prisoner, and it was very easy to feel pity for her. But at this moment, no one in the alley was paying attention to these details. They had already been frozen into blocks of ice by the power she had displayed and the look in her eyes.
In those glass-like eyes, whether it was madness or unease, reminiscence or fear, all became apathetic in the face of the rain of blood and flesh.
It was even an apathy to death.
This was too frightening. Just who was she?
Many people had already noticed that the black-clothed girl had a pair of bewitching vertical pupils. Could she be a great demon hidden from the world? Then what did she have to do with White Emperor City?
Some people subconsciously turned to a certain snowstorm in the middle of Hundred Flowers Lane. The supreme expert of the demi-humans' middle generation, Xiao De, was currently there.
When they saw Xiao De, they were shocked once more.
Xiao De was currently in a very strange state. It was like he was suffering from a serious illness. His face was pale, and even in the cold of winter, he was constantly sweating. Countless wisps of hot steam rose from his hair and robe into the night sky, but they still could not conceal the fear and alarm in his eyes.
As a Great General of the Demi-human race and an expert of the Proclamation of Liberation, Xiaode was naturally confident. Even when facing Wang Po, who he had never been able to defeat and who made others despair, he would not be so afraid … only when he encountered the middle-aged scholar Demon Lord by the stream in Mount Han did he have a similar reaction!
The crowd was stunned by this sight, once more calling out that question in their minds.
Just who was she?
Everyone looked in fear and unease at the black-clothed girl at the mouth of the alley.
At this moment, another accident occurred.
The black-clothed girl suddenly bent down and began to vomit.
She constantly vomited as if only by vomiting out everything in her body would she feel better.
After some time, she seemed to feel better and straightened her body.
But when she saw the mess on the snow-covered ground, her snow-white face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
She began to stomp her feet and complain incessantly. Her black hair danced wildly, and she looked like a little girl who had been agitated or wronged. She was very angry.
The snow-white bare feet kept stepping on the snowy ground, and the chains kept rattling.
Boom boom boom boom!
There seemed to be thunder exploding at the entrance of the alley. The snowy ground trembled, and the heaven and earth became restless. The cold air was squeezed with all its might, and then it escaped into the distance.
An unimaginably powerful aura appeared, tearing everything in its path as it followed her movements. Regardless of whether it was the softest snow or the hardest stone, regardless of whether it was the formation that had just been set up the night before or the old wall that had been built for three hundred years in the south of Hundred Flowers Lane, under this terrifying aura, they all shattered into the tiniest pieces.
The experts of the Imperial Court hidden in the darkness and snow did not dare to linger. They were all forced out, flying into the distance like arrows.
For a moment, the outside of the Orthodox Academy was filled with sounds of air being torn apart and cries of fear.
After some time, the black-clothed girl stopped stamping her feet. She lowered her head and stood where she was, her slightly swollen chest rising and falling.
The snow at the entrance of the alley had completely vanished, and the filth that she had vomited on the snow had also disappeared. Only the ground remained.
Ten-some deep cracks had appeared on the ground, steam rising from them.
Through this venting, she had somewhat calmed down, no longer as angry as before. However, as she glanced at the blood on her hands and body, anger once more appeared in her bewitching vertical pupils.
This time, without waiting for her to do anything, the experts of the Imperial Court once more flew through the air, wanting nothing more than to fly out of the capital.
Even the experts of the Orthodoxy in the distance subconsciously retreated several dozen zhang.
Fortunately, she did not once more fall into madness. She maintained her calm.
She glanced at the filthy blood on her body. The filthy blood was frozen into frost by the extreme cold and then rustled to the ground.
This scene seemed simple, but in the eyes of those Star Condensation cultivators in the darkness, it was like a miracle.
Just how much, and how pure, star radiance true essence was needed to lower the temperature to this level in such a short time?
Even if experts of the Divine Domain like the Storms of the Eight Directions could do this, who would waste so much star radiance true essence just to make themselves a little cleaner?
The crowd was once more stunned at this sight, once more calling out that question in their minds.
Just who was she?
… …
… …
The black-clothed girl did not know what they were thinking, nor did she care. She did not care in the slightest.
She walked into the alley, the chains around her ankles dragging on the ground, clanging and clanging, then transforming into a muffled boom.
That tea house that had accompanied the Orthodox Academy in its rise and fall, that had watched many of the All-School Martial Exhibitions, had collapsed. The collapsed tea house had not stirred up a single speck of dust, as countless snowstorms howled down from the sky. In the shortest amount of time, a thick layer had formed, completely covering the rubble and dust.
She faced the snowstorm, the snowstorm avoiding it.
As the purest, noblest, and probably the only Black Frost Dragon left in the world, the snowstorm had always been her subjects.
After she crawled out of that abandoned well, she did not know where to go, so she had come to the Orthodox Academy.
Of course, this was also because before the Green Leaf had pulled the chains out of the stone wall, she had made a promise to herself.
Braving the snowstorm from New North Bridge, she had never felt cold. On the contrary, she felt her cheeks burn a little.
Because freedom truly felt good. Perhaps it was because she was about to see him, as a free person.
But when she was about to reach Hundred Flowers Lane, she felt uneasy and fearful, because she sensed that many people were hiding in the darkness.
These people could be considered experts of the Human race. Although they were not enough to threaten her, they were enough to pose some trouble.
But her uneasiness and fear had nothing to do with this. She was just … afraid of crowds.
Many, many years ago, when she had come from the warm seas of the south to this strange continent in search of her father, she had been surrounded by many people.
She did not like crowds of people that crowded around her like ants. It made her feel somewhat disgusted, somewhat uneasy.
She felt that the explanation given by Chen Chang Sheng was very correct. This was called trypophobia.
What she disliked even more was that whether she was flying in the sky or walking on the ground, there would always be so many people pointing at her, shouting something, shouting something, crying something.
She did not understand. She had done nothing, so why would these humans cry?
Because they were weak and afraid? Then should she feel sorry for being strong?
She thought so.
… …
… …
(The voting on the official WeChat account is far more intense than I imagined. I originally thought that Zhizhi would be far ahead, but I didn't think that the other two topics would also have so many supporters. It's nearing ten thousand votes, but the difference is still around a hundred votes. It's also because of this that today's chapter can only continuously use "she", even the chapter's name is "she", haha. Let's end it at midnight today. The name of the little Black Dragon will be decided by everyone.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
