“Shijie!”
Shen Qingqing anxiously looked toward Yue Qifang, the only one in the Tianxiang Sect who could make decisions right now.
Yue Qifang did not respond to Shen Qingqing; she merely stared coldly at Xue Daozi.
As the current Sect Leader of Tianxiang, she could not let this troublemaker Xue Daozi go free just because of a disciple present, risking the entire sect’s safety.
However, she had recently heard some news about Chen Xiaoyan—Qingqing Shimei’s chosen new disciple, who might take over her position in the future.
So…
Sigh. Yue Qifang closed her eyes and let out a breath.
Fine. Letting Xue Daozi leave wouldn’t cause much harm.
At worst, they could gather the alliance later to never let him live in peace again.
Thinking this, she rubbed her temples irritably.
Just when she was finally getting some rest, she had to get busy again.
“Vice Sect Leader sister, please make the move to kill Sister Xiaoyan.”
Yue Qifang was startled by the words from the new disciple next to her named Chongchong. She looked at her in surprise.
“Chongchong, do you even know what you’re saying?”
Shen Qingqing’s anxious expression instantly darkened; her usually gentle gaze turned icy.
Just one look sent a chill down Chongchong’s spine, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
Fear and panic made her body tremble slightly.
“Vice Sect Leader sister, maybe you don’t know, but as players, we have immortal bodies. No matter how many times we die, we can always resurrect.”
Faced with that piercing gaze, Chongchong couldn’t hold on another moment and blurted out the truth.
“Nonsense.”
“I thought you were a pure and kind person, but I didn’t expect you to be so jealous as well. Chongchong, you really disappoint me.”
“Uh, jealous of Sister Xiaoyan?”
Chongchong pointed at herself, utterly confused.
Though she admitted to a little jealousy, her liking definitely outweighed it.
“Hey, hey, am I invisible to you?”
Xue Daozi immediately got annoyed and shouted loudly.
But neither Shen Qingqing nor Chongchong paid him any attention.
“If you’re not jealous of Xiaoyan, then why do you want to see her dead?”
“I’m not! Players can resurrect after all. Don’t believe me? Ask Sister Xiaoyan.”
Chongchong pointed toward Chen Xiaoyan, her eyes red with urgency.
Feeling blue and frustrated.
Seeing Chongchong’s honesty, Shen Qingqing half-believed her and glanced at Chen Xiaoyan.
The latter’s excited eyes looked ready to cry.
Sister, my dear sister, you finally looked at me.
“Hiss… thanks.” Chen Xiaoyan replied hoarsely.
Suddenly, Yue Qifang drew her cyan long sword, startling Shen Qingqing and Liu Fufeng.
“Shijie, do you really believe her?”
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she walked toward Chongchong, pointing the sword tip at her chin.
“If what you say is true, then prove it yourself.”
Chongchong clearly felt the coldness radiating from the sword; she swallowed hard but did not hesitate and nodded.
“Good. This disciple isn’t afraid of pain. Sect Leader sister, please strike decisively.”
After saying this, she closed her eyes and stretched her neck.
At this, a flicker of suspicion flashed in Yue Qifang’s eyes, but she still raised the sword and swung.
“Shijie, spare her.”
“Shijie, don’t—”
Shen Qingqing, seeing Yue Qifang’s serious intent to kill Chongchong, was frightened and began to channel her spiritual power, preparing to block the strike.
But before she could act, Yue Qifang’s sword stopped.
At this moment, the sword was only two centimeters from Chongchong’s neck.
Then… Yue Qifang sheathed the sword and said, “Fufeng, come.”
She instantly disappeared.
“Alrighty.” Liu Fufeng smiled broadly and flexed his wrists.
Xue Daozi’s scalp tingled with a sixth sense alerting him to danger, a murderous aura enveloping him.
A sword cut through the air—one simple downward chop, no flashy moves, only pure intent and exquisite spiritual power.
“Yue Qifang, you really don’t care about your disciples’ lives. I admire that.”
Xue Daozi slapped out a bloody palm, deflecting the incoming sword, then leapt backward several steps.
Before he could steady himself, a fist wind rushed toward his face.
“Better mind your own business. Today, I’m going to smash your face.”
Xue Daozi raised a white eyebrow, grabbing Chen Xiaoyan and shielding her forward.
Bang.
Pfft~
Chen Xiaoyan spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, her face turning pale.
This punch had already displaced her internal organs.
Damn! That NPC’s fist really packs a punch.
“Eh?”
Liu Fufeng saw Chen Xiaoyan spitting blood uncontrollably and realized he had hit the wrong person.
His eyes turned furious as he glared at Xue Daozi.
“Xue Daozi, you villain! How dare you use my Tianxiang disciple as a human shield?”
A smirk curled on Xue Daozi’s lips as he sneered, “When did I ever claim to be a gentleman? Besides, Liu Fufeng, as a protector of Tianxiang Sect, you’re learning the boxing style of the Divine Fist Sect? Bah!”
“Let go of Xiaoyan. Lingxi One Finger.”
Before the words finished, an attack arrived first—pure spiritual energy forming a sword finger slicing through the void aimed at him.
“A sneak attack?”
Xue Daozi’s eyes widened; the Lingxi One Finger was too fast, giving him no time to react.
Pfft—his waist was pierced, bleeding profusely.
“My waist!”
Xue Daozi’s eyes reddened as he glared at Shen Qingqing, fury burning in his heart.
You touch my waist, and I swear I’ll fight you to the death.
He threw Chen Xiaoyan aside and scowled fiercely, quickly forming a hand seal.
“I’m going to kill you three bitches with Blood Burial!”
As the seal was completed, the void behind Xue Daozi tore open, spewing out a torrent of dark red blood.
“Oh? Is that so?”
A white Han sword descended from the sky and stabbed into the ground.
Then, a man dressed entirely in white descended slowly, stepping onto the sword hilt like a fallen immortal.
White hair, white eyebrows, white beard, white robes, and his white Han sword.
“Jian Chenzi?”
Xue Daozi was dumbfounded.
The dark red blood behind him seemed frozen in mid-air as if time had stopped.
Why was this swordsman here?
They hadn’t even used the alliance token.
Poor him—he was running too fast to see Shen Qingqing summon reinforcements with the token.
“Xue Daozi, long time no see. Mistress Xue must be yearning for you in the Netherworld.”
Looking at Jian Chenzi’s gentle smile, Xue Daozi gritted his teeth with hatred.
“Jian Chenzi, everyone in the Immortal Realm says you’re unbeatable with the sword, a divine strike without equal. I don’t believe you’re that invincible.”
Jian Chenzi shook his head slightly, smiling warmly.
“All just empty fame. Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors.”
“Hmph.”
Xue Daozi snorted coldly and formed another hand seal.
The dark red blood regained its freedom, furiously surging toward everyone.
“Today, it’s either you die or I do.”
Jian Chenzi kept a smile on his face, showing no reaction.
But everyone present could feel the air growing heavier, suffocating them.
A huge sword phantom, towering into the clouds, gradually materialized behind Jian Chenzi, majestic and awe-inspiring like a force to tear through the heavens.
On the other side, the dark red blood quickly gathered behind Xue Daozi into a vast sea, turning the sky blood red again.
“Blood Burial!”
He pushed both hands forward, and the blood sea surged forward like a flood.
Jian Chenzi landed and slowly drew the white Han sword from the ground.
As he drew the sword, the giant sword phantom behind him gradually solidified, its aura overwhelming, possessing the power to break the heavens.
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