The more painful it was, the clearer her mind became.
The more she was trampled upon, the purer and more exalted the sword intent within her body became.
That suffocating feeling of having her life and death out of her own control unexpectedly brought her a kind of... pleasure she had never experienced before.
"Hehe... look, the look in this little girl's eyes has changed."
In his sea of consciousness, the Demon Venerable let out a smug, eerie laugh. "Her sword bone is excited. Keep going! Break her pride and make her beg for mercy!"
Mo Bufan also noticed Ji Shuanghua's abnormality at this moment.
Being stepped into the mud, this woman's body was actually trembling slightly. That wasn't a tremble of fear, but a kind of... suppressed excitement?
"What a slut!"
A fierce light was fully revealed in Mo Bufan's eyes, containing both shock and excitement.
Since that was the case, he would completely break her!
The blood light in his palm flared up, transforming into a ferocious, bloody ghost claw that viciously swiped down towards the crown of Ji Shuanghua's head!
Right at this moment.
Suddenly, a golden flash of fire, like a shooting star chasing the moon, instantly tore through the dim mist of the swamp.
It was a flame of supreme, unadulterated pure yang, carrying an overbearing might that could incinerate the eight desolations, shooting straight toward Mo Bufan's back!
"Who is it?!"
The hairs on Mo Bufan's back stood on end. That fatal sense of crisis forced him to give up on tormenting Ji Shuanghua, abruptly spinning around to strike out with a palm.
"Blood River Divine Palm!"
Monstrous waves of blood violently clashed with that golden flash of fire.
Sizzle—!
There was no expected explosion.
It was the sound of boiling oil being poured onto snow.
Mo Bufan's proud, foul blood qi, at the moment it came into contact with the golden flame, unexpectedly seemed to have met its natural enemy, instantly being ignited and evaporated!
Attribute counter!
Extreme yang specifically countered extreme yin!
"Ah!!"
Mo Bufan let out a miserable shriek.
The golden flame followed his palm, spreading wildly upward like a festering bone ulcer.
Mo Bufan's proud protective blood aura, in the face of that overbearing golden flame, was as fragile as a thin sheet of grease-soaked paper.
In merely two breaths of time.
The flesh and skin of his entire right arm curled back, revealing grim white bones, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of burning flesh.
"Damn it! Damn it! What kind of fire is this?!"
Mo Bufan stumbled backward. That face which always wore a hypocritical smile was now twisted into a knot, his eyes full of terror.
"Idiot! It's Extreme Yang True Fire! Retreat quickly!"
In his sea of consciousness, the Blood River Demon Venerable's voice had also changed pitch, carrying a trace of exasperation. "This kid's spiritual power specifically counters your Asura Blood Fiend Physique! Don't take it head-on, use the Blood Soul Bead!"
Without needing the Demon Venerable's reminder, Mo Bufan had already summoned a scarlet bead from his storage bag.
Bang!
The bead shattered, transforming into a thick curtain of blood that barely blocked the golden flame spreading like a festering bone ulcer.
However, Gu Yang did not give him a chance to catch his breath.
He walked out from the mist, his expression indifferent.
His entire body blazed with dark golden flames. With every step he took, the mud beneath his feet was instantly baked dry and cracked by the high temperature.
Just like that, he threw an ordinary, unremarkable punch.
There were no flashy moves.
There was only the devastating outpouring of spiritual power from the Great Sun Heaven Incinerating Sutra.
Boom—!
The blood curtain shattered upon impact.
Mo Bufan looked as if he had been hit head-on by a rampaging demonic beast. His sternum caved in, and like a kite with a broken string, he crashed heavily into the depths of the swamp behind him, where highly toxic bubbles were churning.
Gloop.
The black mud rolled, instantly swallowing his wretched figure.
Gu Yang stopped in his tracks, glancing at the swamp emitting poisonous gas, and frowned slightly.
He wasn't dead.
The tactile sensation of that punch just now was wrong. At the very last moment, an ancient power on that guy's body seemed to have helped him dissipate most of the force.
However, this was also within Gu Yang's expectations.
A child of destiny like Mo Bufan, who even had an old grandpa spirit with him.
How could he be killed so easily?
After arriving at the Rotting Bone Swamp, Gu Yang quickly found the coordinates of the battle between Mo Bufan and Ji Shuanghua. He circulated the Dead Wood Breath Concealment Art, hiding in a patch of shadow to lie in ambush.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Mo Bufan and Ji Shuanghua started fighting.
After that, Gu Yang decisively made his move.
Injuring Mo Bufan and seizing the initiative—his goal had been achieved.
Being able to delay him for a while was enough!
...
Dead silence.
Above the Rotting Bone Swamp, that suffocating bloody aura had been completely obliterated by that punch just now.
There was only that teeth-on-edge glooping sound; the swamp was still greedily swallowing the food that had just fallen in.
Propping herself up with her broken sword, Ji Shuanghua staggered to her feet from the mud.
Her originally dim phoenix eyes were now staring fixedly at the back of the figure ahead, who was wreathed in dark golden flames.
Strong.
Outrageously strong.
That punch had not only blasted Mo Bufan away, but it was also like a ray of light that clove through the gloom in her heart.
"Which sect's senior brother is this..."
A flush of surviving a disaster appeared on Ji Shuanghua's pale face.
She subconsciously wanted to tidy her disheveled hair at her temples, trying to recover a bit of the demeanor of the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sword Sect.
In her view, since this person had taken action to drive away the demonic cultivator, he must be an expert of the righteous path who drew his blade to help out against an injustice.
"Many thanks to Senior Brother for coming to my rescue. I am Ji Shuanghua of the Supreme Sword Sect, in the future I will definitely..."
"Hand it over."
An icy voice forcefully interrupted her unfinished words of gratitude.
Ji Shuanghua froze.
Gu Yang turned around, his eyes colder than the muck in this swamp.
There was no amazement that she had expected, nor was there the possessiveness that a man would subconsciously reveal when seeing a peerless female cultivator.
It was a look meant for an inanimate object.
Gu Yang extended a hand, palm facing up, his fingertips still dancing with heart-palpitating golden flames.
"Storage bag."
These two extremely brief words were like a basin of ice water poured directly over Ji Shuanghua's newly warmed heart.
"What... did you say?"
Ji Shuanghua's fingers gripping the broken sword tightened instantly, a wave of offended shame and anger rushing straight to her head.
Just now it was Mo Bufan humiliating her, and now this guy who looked like he was from the righteous path was actually here to rob her too?
"I am Ji Shuanghua of the Supreme Sword Sect! Do you know that robbing a fellow cultivator..."
"Give me your storage bag."
Gu Yang frowned slightly, his patience running out.
This woman really had no sense at all. He had saved her life, yet she didn't show the slightest token of appreciation.
He was currently in disguise.
Once out of the secret realm, the two of them would have no further interactions.
Since she couldn't understand, there was no need to keep talking.
Boom!
The dark golden figure vanished into thin air.
So fast!
Ji Shuanghua's pupils shrank abruptly, instinctively wanting to swing the damaged Frost Cold sword in her hand.
But her sword had barely been raised an inch.
A large hand, like iron pincers, had already unceremoniously clamped around her slender, fragile neck.
"Ugh..."
An incredibly overbearing extreme yang spiritual power instantly surged into her meridians. Like a red-hot iron lock, it instantly sealed off all the sword qi within her body that attempted to resist.
The world spun.
Her feet left the ground, and she was lifted into the air single-handedly by Gu Yang, looking like a little chick waiting to be slaughtered.
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