This series of shouts was absolutely damning!
Not only did it point out the surname and reveal their background, but it also accurately reported the moves and motives.
Clack.
The storage bag filled with stones hit the exact rock where Hua Nongying was hiding, making a crisp crashing sound.
At that moment, it was as if a pause button had been pressed on the entire Thread of Sky gorge.
Hua Nongying looked at the storage bag rolling at her feet, completely dumbfounded.
Her enchanting face, covered in cosmetics, was filled with astonishment and bewilderment.
What is going on?
Who is calling me?
What fool from the Heavenly Sword Sect?
What is in this storage bag?
However, she wasn't even given a single second to think.
In the reed marshes on the right.
Ye Guxiao was already in an extremely tense state of fight or flight.
The moment he heard the keywords fool from the Heavenly Sword Sect and flesh puppet, murderous intent surfaced in his crimson eyes!
His divine sense frantically swept toward the left rock wall.
It was originally empty, but the moment the storage bag fell, Hua Nongying subconsciously reached out to block it, instantly leaking her aura!
That trace of cold, sickly sweet demonic cultivator aura was as glaring as a lighthouse in the dark night to Ye Guxiao's perception!
The logic was complete!
Su Wanyin was the bait!
The person shouting from behind was an accomplice!
And the one hiding on the left was the mastermind holding the stolen goods that this group of demonic cultivators wanted to transfer!
Excellent!! It really is a trap!!
A mournful roar, like the wailing of ghosts, erupted from the reed marsh.
Boom!
An extremely dazzling azure sword light, carrying the terrifying pressure of the peak mid-Foundation Establishment realm, instantly tore through the reed marsh. Ignoring Su Wanyin standing in the middle, it flew directly over her head and viciously slashed at the rotten rock on the left!
Demonic sect evildoers!! You want to refine me into a puppet?! Keep dreaming!!
And you still want to run away with the goods?! Die for me!!!
This sword strike was unleashed with hatred, holding nothing back!
Before the sword qi even arrived, its sharp edge had already shaved a layer off that patch of rotten rock!
What?!
Hiding behind the rock, Hua Nongying watched the terrifying sword light chopping down at her head, feeling as if her scalp was about to explode.
I came here to kill Su Wanyin!
Who is this madman that suddenly popped out? Ye Guxiao from the Heavenly Sword Sect?
Why is he slashing at me?!
But at this life-and-death juncture, there was absolutely no time for her to explain.
Damn it! Madman! You're all madmen!
Hua Nongying screamed, no longer caring about hiding her figure, and didn't even have time to pick up that storage bag.
Her hands violently formed hand seals, and the Thousand Spider Ten Thousand Poison Net that she had originally prepared to ambush Su Wanyin with was forced out.
A giant net glowing with a dark green light and emitting a foul stench soared into the sky, meeting the sword light.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
The sword qi and the poison net collided violently in the air, erupting with a harsh corrosive sound as poisonous smoke instantly permeated the area.
Meanwhile, Su Wanyin, who was below, finally reacted.
She recognized that voice.
Although it had been disguised, that familiar intonation...
It was Li Feiyu!
He hadn't left!
He had been right behind her the whole time!
Senior Sister Hua? Thousand Spider Ten Thousand Poison Net?
Isn't that Hua Nongying, the Saintess candidate of the Joyous Union Sect?
And on the other side, is that someone from the Righteous Alliance's Heavenly Sword Sect?
After merely a moment of shock, this demonic sect Saintess displayed an astonishing ability to improvise.
Without needing any rehearsal, she immediately got into character.
Instead of taking the opportunity to escape, she turned toward Hua Nongying, who had already been forced out by the sword qi, with a look of grief and indignation and determination, roaring with all her might:
Senior Sister Hua!! Take the things and go!!
You must bring them back to the sect and hand them over to Master!! Leave me be!!
Once you kill this fool, we will regroup later!!
This shout was simply a god-tier killing blow.
Hearing this in mid-air, the murderous intent in Ye Guxiao's eyes surged tenfold.
What a touching display of sisterly love!! You still want to bring it back to your sect?!
Then none of you shall leave! Ten Thousand Sword Art! Kill!!
The Water-Severing Sword in Ye Guxiao's hand transformed into a sky full of sword rain, overwhelmingly enveloping Hua Nongying, with every streak of sword qi locking onto her fatal acupoints.
Su Wanyin!! You bitch!! You set me up?!
Pushed to a dead end, Hua Nongying was so angry she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
She was now caught in a trap so perfect that there was no way to wash herself clean.
Facing a sword cultivator who acted like a mad dog, what use was explaining? She could only fight for her life!
Blood Shadow Evasion! Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring the Heart!
Rumble!
Within the Thread of Sky gorge, the two great experts of the righteous and demonic paths, spurred by a single sentence from Gu Yang, instantly entered a white-hot fight to the death.
Sword qi crisscrossed, and poison mist permeated the air.
Flying rubble turned this narrow gorge into a meat grinder.
Meanwhile, directly below the battlefield.
Su Wanyin, who was originally in a desperate situation, had now become the safest spectator in the eye of this storm.
Just as she was shaken and rendered somewhat unsteady by the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations overhead.
A warm and powerful large hand reached out without warning from the dark rain curtain behind her, firmly grasping her slender wrist.
Go.
...
That hand was dry and powerful, its fingertips bearing thin calluses left by years of gripping a sword.
The moment her wrist was grabbed, Su Wanyin instinctively wanted to break free, but the heat transmitted through her skin felt like an irresistible edict, causing her body, which had long been tense to the limit, to inexplicably soften.
Don't look back.
Gu Yang's voice sounded right beside her ear, deep and devoid of any warmth, yet it was more reassuring than the sky full of sword qi and poison mist behind them.
He didn't take her on a mad dash. Instead, utilizing the gap in the chaos, he moved like a phantom with a few leaps and bounds, passing through a pre-scouted rock fissure to reach a safe high ground a hundred zhang away.
This place is a safe zone.
Gu Yang let go of his hand. His movements were crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation, as if what he had just been holding wasn't the soft hand of a peerless beauty, but a piece of dead wood.
He turned around, his gaze not even lingering on Su Wanyin for a second, ready to plunge back into the rain curtain.
Wait!
Su Wanyin leaned against the slippery rock wall, her chest heaving violently.
Rainwater slid down her slender neck into that bottomless cleavage. Her red dress clung tightly to her delicate body, outlining breathtaking curves.
She stared intently at the back of the man in front of her. The usual seductiveness and disguise had long vanished from her peach blossom eyes, replaced by an almost fanatical shock and curiosity.
At this moment, she finally connected all the dots.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
