Chapter 672 A Moonlit Night: Like an Immortal Descending to the Mortal World

I cant figure out Ding Haos thoughts, but I cant imagine him winning tonight either. I have made every possible arrangement. Even if he escapes alive tonight, we can still achieve our goal, the Moonlight Fairy said, brimming with confidence.

Thats good. I never have to worry about what you do. As long as you can draw out the attention of that man, or successfully start a feud between the Super Heaven Pavilion and the Great Leiyin Monastery, its worth it whatever price we pay. The effeminate male voice paused and then said, Well, you can go now.

Yes, I shall take my leave.

Wait.

Master, what can I do for you?

I have a premonition. You have to be careful tonight. If you encounter any danger, I allow you to use that power.

Master, dont worry. I will be careful, said the Moonlight Fairy, her tender body trembling.

Time ticked by in seconds and minutes.

Finally, the crimson sun sank below the distant horizon.

Darkness began eagerly to engulf the face of the earth.

A full moon scattered down tens of thousands of silvery rays, gradually creeping up the sky.

It was now less than two hours before midnight.

The places near Yellow Crane Tower were all brightly illuminated.

There were all kinds of flying magical weapons floating in the sky, like multicolored flowing streaks of light, slashing the night sky, leaving behind undispersed light trails.

Besides the streets in front of the tower, the roofs of the buildings within the surrounding few kilometers were also densely packed with seated men. Many warriors above the Primordial Realm had no scruples depleting their inner Qi to freeze the void, choosing a suitable angle to observe the duels.

Countless pine torches illuminated the surrounding few kilometers, making the area as bright as day.

Even now, Ding Hao had not appeared.

He must be too scared to turn up!

This place is completely surrounded. Not even water can seep through. How can he climb up the Yellow Crane Tower? Unless hes already upstairs? Be careful, everyone. Dont let this murderous devil hide himself in the crowds!

Pay attention, everyone. Stand with the people you know. If you see someone you dont know, pull him out immediately!

All kinds of shouts resounded around the Yellow Crane Tower.

As it was almost midnight, the crowds began to feel tenser and tenser.

The truth was that during this time, that swordsman from the Northern Region who had massacred so many, piling up their corpses like hills, had left horrible memories and impressions on everyone. There was a horrific apprehension within the crowds. They feared that the moment they turned their heads, that Devil King would be behind them, staring at them with a grim smirk

In the deep indigo night sky, the full moon was like an emerald disc.

Finally, there were only a few minutes left before midnight. Everyone looked up and saw the full moon hanging above the uppermost floor of the 21-story Yellow Crane Tower. The deep indigo sky was tranquil and mysterious, and the environs were completely silent.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The distinct sounds of the night watchman, announcing the hour with his gong, rang out from a distance.

The midnight they were waiting for finally arrived.

Right at this moment

Look! Whats that? Someone pointed at the rooftop of the Yellow Crane Tower.

His voice shocked everyone. When they looked up, they suddenly started gaping, their hearts in their mouths. They only felt their throats parched and could not utter a word.

No one knew when this slim, handsome, teal-robed figure first stood on the spire of the tower, which was shaped like the tip of a needle. In the night sky, his flowing black hair billowed in the wind like leaping black flames, his robe flapping like a fluttering teal banner, or like an eagle about to soar with outstretched wings, gazing down at the world.

The gigantic full moon, like a jade disc, accentuated his contours more distinctly, as if he had walked down from the moon.

The murderous Devil King, Ding Hao.

This crazy swordsman from the Northern Region had finally appeared.

He really appeared.

No one could see clearly how he had appeared. It was as if he had descended like a god at that precise stroke of midnight.

All of a sudden, there was dead silence all around.

Those warriors who had clamored to kill Ding Hao as soon as they saw him, chopping him into minced meat, all stood there in a daze. Even they the