Another Yandere Girl is About to Arrive

"Pfft—!"

The formation was forcibly crushed by brute strength, causing a devastating backlash of Qi. Mid-air, Ao Tianqiong and the five elders looked as if they had been struck by lightning. They simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of their internal organs. Their auras instantly withered to the extreme, and they flew backward like kites with broken strings.

"This is impossible!!" Ao Tianqiong roared in despair.

"All of you, go to hell!! Go to hell, ahhh!!"

Ye Qingcheng's facial features were completely twisted by extreme anger and sick paranoia, making her look like a peerlessly beautiful evil spirit crawling out of the Asura Hell.

At this moment, there was no thought of the natural Dao in her mind, only an almost morbid obsession:

How dare this bunch of reckless trash look at her husband's things with such disgusting eyes? How dare they draw their weapons against her husband?

Master is my god! He is mine alone! Only I am allowed to be bullied by him!

What kind of things are you, to dare make him frown?

A terrifying Heavenly Dao coercion, far surpassing the Body Integration Realm and unique to a Tribulation Crossing Realm mighty figure, was no longer held back. It swept out in all directions like a towering tsunami!

Having lost the maintenance of the main array controllers, and facing the full-force eruption of a Tribulation Crossing Realm expert, the golden protective manor formation—which claimed to be able to withstand a blow from a Mahayana Realm expert—only lasted for half a breath under the impact of this coercion before shattering into nothingness like a giant soap bubble!

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sonic boom erupted in the air. Ye Qingcheng's figure vanished from her spot in an instant.

The next instant, she appeared directly in front of a Body Integration Realm elder who had just steadied himself.

"You—"

The elder's pupils shrank drastically, only having enough time to spit out a single word.

"SquELCH!"

Blood spurted wildly.

Ye Qingcheng didn't use any techniques. She simply pressed one hand on his shoulder, grabbed the top of his skull with the other, and then... yanked fiercely!

That dignified, top-tier Body Integration Realm expert didn't even have time to let his Nascent Soul escape. His entire head, along with a section of his ghastly white spine, was forcefully and brutally ripped out by Ye Qingcheng!

"The first one."

Ye Qingcheng casually tossed the head, whose eyes still stared wide open in death, onto the ground. She stuck out her delicate tongue, obsessively and crazily licking the warm blood splashed on the corner of her mouth, letting out a chillingly sick, coquettish laugh.

"No... Tribulation Crossing Realm! She is an old monster of the Tribulation Crossing Realm hiding her cultivation!"

Seeing this scene, Ao Tianqiong's remaining rationality was completely swallowed by boundless fear.

He was frightened out of his wits, his courage shattered. How could he still care about the manor's divine suppressing sword? He turned around, crushed a Ten-Thousand Mile Divine Movement Talisman, and tried to flee for his life.

"Senior, spare my life! It's all a misunderstanding! We had eyes but failed to see, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding your ass!"

Ye Qingcheng couldn't hear any pleas for mercy. Right now, she was an out-and-out mad dog, a bloodthirsty mad dog whose chains of fate had been unleashed by her master, finally baring her mouth full of fangs.

"Bang!"

She struck out a palm across the void. A massive, blood-red phantom of a fox claw crossed the spatial distance and slapped directly onto the back of Ao Tianqiong, who had just half-entered the void.

With a loud boom.

Ao Tianqiong's body was still in mid-air. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was slapped into an exploding mist of blood and mashed flesh by this violent, immense force filled with endless malicious aura!

The Body Integration Nascent Soul hidden in his dantian was also shattered into powder under this palm strike.

The Master of the Sword Worship Manor, a peak Body Integration Realm mighty figure, was instantly killed with a single palm.

What followed was a massacre.

A suspense-free, one-sided, cruel massacre.

Ye Qingcheng's dazzling, blood-red figure continuously teleported and shuttled across the vast plaza. Every flash, every sudden burst of red light, was inevitably accompanied by the explosion of a blood mist and the shrill scream of a strong cultivator.

Those elders who were usually high and mighty, and those arrogantly peerless elite disciples, were as fragile as paper toys in front of Ye Qingcheng, who had fully unleashed her Tribulation Crossing cultivation.

She didn't use magical treasures or divine abilities. She simply used the most primitive, bloodiest methods of tearing, piercing, and crushing to harvest lives one by one.

Blood dyed her already fiery-red dress even redder, dripping down her pale skin, yet it made her sickly beautiful face look even more enchanting and soul-stirring.

"That... that fox phantom... I remember now! Ye Qingcheng? She is Ye Qingcheng!"

In the crowd of onlookers who had retreated extremely far away, an experienced old cultivator trembled all over as he recognized the madwoman's identity, his voice laced with extreme terror.

"That demoness from the Joyous Union Sect! The lunatic who once almost slaughtered her way through the entire Western Continent by herself and unified the Demonic Path!"

"Heavens! She has been missing for a hundred years, how could she appear in this remote place of the Southern Continent? And... and that murderous female demon actually called that green-robed man holding the sword... husband?"

"Crazy... this world has gone crazy!"

Extreme fear turned into tangible dark clouds, tightly shrouding the hearts of every survivor.

Meanwhile, amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the center of the plaza.

Ye Xuan still stood quietly in place, his right hand pointing the Sun-Slaying Sword diagonally downward, blood slowly dripping along the blood groove of the blade.

His deep gaze watched Ye Qingcheng, who was shuttling and slaughtering like a ghost. He did not speak out to stop her, nor did he show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

All of this was within his expectations.

"Junior Sister, that's enough."

A moment later, when the last elder of the Sword Worship Manor had his limbs broken by Ye Qingcheng's stomps and she was just about to rip out his heart, Ye Xuan's indifferent yet unquestionable voice finally rang out slowly.

These few words were not loud on the noisy battlefield, but falling into Ye Qingcheng's ears, they seemed to possess some irresistible magic.

Ye Qingcheng, whose face had been full of ferocity like an Asura from hell just a second ago, froze abruptly.

The tyrannical, malicious aura soaring to the sky from her body and the terrifying phantom of the nine tails behind her were forcibly withdrawn into her body in a thousandth of a second.

She didn't even glance at the elder lingering on his last breath beneath her feet, casually kicking him away like a torn sack.

Then, she turned around.

The killing intent and madness on her face melted into extreme obedience and flattery in an instant.

She trotted, stepping over the severed limbs scattered all over the ground, and stumbled over to Ye Xuan.

"Mas... Master... I've cleaned up all the eyesore trash for you."

She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed with an alluring redness from excitement.

Her hands, covered in minced meat and fresh blood, were extremely carefully hidden behind her back, clasped together tightly, for fear that even a single drop of blood would splash out and dirty Ye Xuan's spotless green robe.

At this moment, how did she have even the slightest bit of the majesty of a peerless demon lord?

She was exactly like a little dog that had just bitten to death a wild wolf that tried to harm its master, wagging its tail and anxiously waiting for its master's praise.

Ye Xuan looked at her quietly for a moment.

Then, he slowly reached out his right hand, which was not holding the sword, placed it on the top of Ye Qingcheng's head, which was stained with a trace of blood, and gently rubbed her long hair.

"You did well."

A few simple words.

Yet it made Ye Qingcheng's body tremble violently as if electrocuted. She raised that breathtakingly beautiful and demonic face, a layer of mist actually welling up in her eyes, and a crazed smile bloomed on her face—a smile that was satisfied to the depths of her soul, even somewhat morbid.

"To be able to kill for Master... is Qingcheng's supreme glory!"

Ye Xuan did not say another word. He turned his head and cast a cold glance at the survivors from the other sects in the distance, who had long been frightened into kneeling on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

"Let's go."

Before his voice even faded, he waved his sleeve. A gust of clear wind swept up Ye Qingcheng, as well as the maid Ying'er, who had been hiding in the distance, her mind blank from terror as she slumped on the ground. They transformed into a streak of crimson light that shot across the horizon, vanishing into the vast sky in an instant. All that remained was an Asura-like field of carnage and countless gazes filled with god-like reverence.

The battle at the Sword Worship Villa shook the entire cultivation world!

A mysterious man in a green shirt defeated a heaven-sent genius with a single sword strike, pulling out the Zhanri Divine Sword that had guarded the place for three thousand years. Ye Qingcheng, the peerless female demon of the Joyous Union Sect who had vanished for a century, re-emerged into the world, willingly reducing herself to a lowly servant, and single-handedly slaughtered the great Southern Continent sect, the Sword Worship Villa.

This news, like an invisible storm with wings, swept across the Five Continents and Four Seas at an unimaginable speed, stirring up monstrous waves.

However.

The turbulent storms of the outside world could not reach one particular place.

This was the God-Demon Forbidden Zone.

Legend had it that this was the ultimate battlefield where the ancient immortal and demonic races fought their life-and-death war. The void was filled with chaotic spatial rifts, and buried beneath the earth were the immortal bones of countless ancient deities and world-shaking great demons. Even almighty experts at the Tribulation Transcendence realm would not dare to easily set foot in this realm of death.

In the deepest part of the God-Demon Forbidden Zone.

Within a cave of ten-thousand-year profound ice, sealed by the dust of countless eras and permeated with a chill capable of freezing souls.

Deep inside the ice cave, in the originally deathly silent space, a slender divine sword thrust upside down into a profound ice altar—its entire body as snow-white as jade and exuding an ultimate, chilling frost—suddenly began to vibrate and hum madly.

On the blade, a crescent moon totem was flashing with blinding white light, seemingly sensing some distant, fateful bond.

This sword was named Wangyue.

A twin divine weapon that had been paired with Zhanri since ancient times.

Following the violent trembling of the Wangyue sword.

In the center of the ice cave, a massive coffin tightly bound by eight thigh-thick chains of ten-thousand-year profound iron, forged entirely from supreme-grade weeping-blood red jade, suddenly emitted a teeth-grinding creak.

The heavy blood-jade coffin lid was slowly pushed open, little by little.

A hand, pale to the extreme, so much so that the faint blue veins beneath the skin were clearly visible, reached out from the gap in the coffin and lightly gripped the edge.

Immediately after, accompanied by an ancient, terrifying aura that caused the entire God-Demon Forbidden Zone to stagnate, a woman slowly sat up.

She wore a black bridal gown that had weathered an unknown number of years. The gown was embroidered with complex, ancient totems in gold thread, but the edges were stained with large patches of dried, blackened blood. The intersection of black and red exuded an incredibly bizarre and poignant beauty.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

It was a beauty different from Ye Qingcheng's charm that captivated the masses; it was a soul-stirring, peerless immortal visage full of aloof aggressiveness, enough to make all creation feel ashamed of its own inferiority.

However, on such a perfect face, those hollow eyes were currently surging with a chaotic, shattered, and ultimate madness that had been suppressed for ten thousand years!

She slowly turned her head, her gaze locking onto the Wangyue sword not far away, which was trembling madly and emitting joyous hums.

She could feel, through the twin bond on the blade, a trace of an extremely faint yet incredibly familiar, scorching aura.

That was the fluctuation of Zhanri's awakening.

"Hee... heehee... heeheeheehee..."

The woman suddenly began to laugh neurotically.

At first, only her shoulders hitched, but then her laughter grew louder and louder. That shrill, resentful laughter, laced with morbid ecstasy, echoed within the spacious, claustrophobic ten-thousand-year ice cave like the nocturnal wails of vengeful spirits from the Nine Netherworlds, making one's scalp tingle.

"I feel it..."

Her pale hands tightly hugged her own shoulders, her long nails digging deeply into her flesh, oozing dark red blood, yet she remained completely oblivious.

"That aura... that scent which left me burning in agonizing pain day and night, even in the netherworld..."

"Master... my Master... you deceived me so bitterly..."

"Are you finally... willing to come back?"

With a pair of flawless, bare jade feet, she stepped out of the blood-jade coffin, treading lightly upon the ten-thousand-year profound ice that could instantly freeze even a Nascent Soul cultivator to death.

As she took her graceful steps, seemingly sensing the destructive emotions at the bottom of her heart, the necrotic demonic energy of the entire God-Demon Forbidden Zone, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, instantly boiled over like scalding water!

Outside, on the boundless wasteland, countless ancient remnants and terrifying magical beasts that had been eking out an existence here, overflowing with ferocity, felt that superior oppression originating from the depths of their bloodlines and souls at this very moment. They all let out miserable shrieks and dropped to all fours like stray dogs, prostrating themselves tightly on the ground, shivering toward the direction of the ice cave.

She walked up to the Wangyue sword and reached out to grasp the icy hilt.

"This time... you won't be able to escape ever again..."

She gently stroked the blade, her hollow eyes flashing with a crazed love so paranoid it could destroy the world.

"Even if I have to sever your limbs... even if I have to refine you into a soul puppet that belongs only to me..."

"This time... Master, you will definitely forgive me, right?"

Fierce winds howled to life within the God-Demon Forbidden Zone.

A storm of blood and carnage, far more insane and desperate than the slaughter at the Sword Worship Villa, was sweeping toward Ye Xuan's direction, carrying a morbid obsession that spanned ten thousand years of time.