Ji Shaoqiang trembled like a sieve, screaming frantically in his mind:
Escape my ass!
Didn't you see his sword fell on the ground and snapped in two?!
What kind of fucking monster is this girl?!
Jiang Ye stood where he was, the smile on his lips gradually widening.
Of course he was just teasing these locals. After all, whether a red-named mob was dead or not could easily be confirmed by checking if the experience points had hit his account.
Although Foundation Establishment elite mobs didn't give much EXP anymore,
that buttery-smooth feeling of a one-hit kill was true combat satisfaction!
A “wholesome” smile was plastered on Jiang Ye's face.
Flicking the blood off his greatsword in disgust, he looked across at the remaining group.
“I didn't expect your Yin-Yang Sect to have a trick like that up your sleeve. Why don't you all come at me together? If you can beat me, I'll let you go.”
“Otherwise, you'll just have to use the ‘Blood Escape Technique’ to run away yourselves.”
The corners of the Yin-Yang Sect members' mouths twitched uncontrollably.
Wait a minute, are you the demonic sect, or are we? Those are supposed to be our lines!!
Ji Shaoqiang's legs trembled slightly, but he still maintained a final posture of stubborn defiance, snarling ruthlessly,
“Do you dare fight us right here? Aren't you afraid of hurting these innocent mortals?!”
Jiang Ye tilted his head. “Mortals? What mortals?”
Ji Shaoqiang hurriedly looked around.
Everything around was already completely empty; not a soul was in sight. Those NPCs had scattered long ago.
Clearly, these NPCs had not yet developed the habit of sticking around to watch the drama.
Jiang Ye turned his head to Gu Changqing and said,
“Senior Brother Gu, help me surround these people. If anyone runs, kill them.”
Gu Changqing nodded and waved his hand to issue orders.
The Sword Peak disciples drew their swords and dispersed, surrounding the Yin-Yang Sect group in a tight circle.
A bizarre feeling suddenly arose in everyone's hearts: Why do we feel more like the villains here?
Ji Shaoqiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth. “We have no grudges between us. Is there really any need to go this far over a mere mortal?”
Jiang Ye's tone turned impatient. “Just because you didn't mess with me, does that mean I can't fucking mess with you?”
Ji Shaoqiang: “...”
The Yin-Yang Sect members: “...”
Wait... sister.
Why does it feel like you're more of an evil cultivator than we are?! Did you join the wrong sect? With your disposition, you could bypass the entrance test and become our Saintess directly at the Yin-Yang Sect!
Seeing this, Ji Shaoqiang knew there was no way out. He could only grit his teeth and say, “Fine! I hope you keep your word!”
They knew all too well in their hearts that joining forces against the young girl in front of them offered a slim ray of hope. But if the Azure Mystic Sect group swarmed them together, they would surely face certain death.
After all, the combat power of this girl alone was terrifyingly formidable.
Right at that moment—
Bai Zhirou's body trembled slightly, and she froze on the spot.
She had been enjoying the show inside her sea of consciousness just fine. Why had she suddenly been brought back online?
Jiang Ye's voice echoed in her mind:
“Xiao Bai, I've finished flexing for you. The rest is up to you. These few weaklings happen to be great practice targets for you.”
Bai Zhirou was completely speechless. “...Thanks a lot.”
Jiang Ye replied with a smile, “You're very welcome.”
Bai Zhirou had no choice but to tighten her grip on the greatsword, looking at the Yin-Yang Sect group with a slightly nervous expression.
And just like that, both sides fell into another awkward standoff.
Both sides were extremely nervous.
Ji Shaoqiang took two deep breaths and sent a voice transmission to his fellow disciples:
“Don't be afraid! We have the advantage in numbers! As long as we swarm her together and capture her, the Azure Mystic Sect people will be too afraid of harming her to act!”
The Yin-Yang Sect members swallowed hard, their expressions turning ferocious.
“Kill!”
Someone shouted, and over a dozen cultivators surged forward as one.
Watching the crowd charging at her, Bai Zhirou's palms broke into a slight sweat.
Fortunately, she had undergone some honing before and possessed a decent amount of real combat experience.
She raised the greatsword in her hands.
The weapon, weighing a full thirty thousand jin, felt feather-light in her hands.
A burly man had already charged right up to her face.
Bai Zhirou swung her sword with all her strength, planning to wait for him to block before switching moves to an upward strike to catch him off guard...
However...
The moment she swung her sword, the man vanished.
The upward strike Bai Zhirou was preparing hit nothing but air.
Just as she was feeling bewildered—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A succession of loud booms echoed out.
The burly man from moments ago shot out like a cannonball, shattering several roadside trees before embedding himself deeply into the distant city wall.
The kind where no one could pry him out even if they tried.
Silence fell over the air.
Compared to Zhao Gui “escaping” via the Blood Escape Technique, this raw display of sheer violence was undeniably far more visually shocking.
Bai Zhirou, still holding her sword-swinging posture, was completely bewildered as well.
She tilted her head, looking at the greatsword in her hands, then at the “mural” on the wall.
She couldn't believe it—had she really done that?
She had merely swung her sword once... how had the man flown off like that?
“We can't scatter our forces and let her pick us off one by one! We rush her together! Charge!”
Someone from the Yin-Yang Sect shouted.
Thinking this made sense, the rest boosted their morale once more and charged toward Bai Zhirou.
Bai Zhirou's confidence surged instantly.
No longer hesitating, she lifted her sword and charged forward to meet them.
The Yin-Yang Sect group wanted to leverage their numerical advantage to surround her from all directions.
However, Bai Zhirou didn't need any fancy sword techniques at all.
She simply held the greatsword and performed a horizontal sweep.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Everyone who charged forward was sent flying through the air.
Their weapons snapped, and blood spewed from their mouths.
Several Qi Condensation disciples were folded into two and three right on the spot; clearly, none of them were going to survive.
The charging crowd screeched to a halt once again.
This is fucking terrifying! That greatsword is way too unreasonable!!
Ji Shaoqiang, who had been hiding in the back stirring up emotions without daring to step forward himself, felt his legs turning to jelly, desperate to flee immediately.
However, looking at Gu Changqing glaring at him like a hawk, he knew that if he turned around, he would definitely be the first to die.
After all, he was no match for Gu Changqing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned around to leave when he was shouted at earlier.
One side couldn't believe she was this strong, while the other side couldn't believe their opponent was this strong.
The situation sank into a strange deadlock once again.
Right at that moment, Jiang Ye's voice rang out in her mind:
“Xiao Bai, what are you daydreaming for? Are you planning to invite them over for dinner?”
“Ah?”
“Then hurry up and get on with it!”
“Oh, oh!”
Bai Zhirou's face instantly flushed bright red.
She stopped hesitating, gripping her greatsword and charging straight ahead.
She used only the most unpretentious sword moves: sweeps and chops.
Under a sequence of basic attack weaving into basic attacks, and basic attacks weaving into basic attacks—
the Yin-Yang Sect members were battered into utter disarray.
A greatsword might have many flaws, but as long as it starts spinning, it's nothing but perfection.
After all, not everyone could bring a spinning steel coil to a halt with their bare hands.
Half a ke later.
Only four Foundation Establishment cultivators were still standing across the entire field, but all of them were covered in wounds.
As for the Qi Condensation disciples, they were already piled on top of each other in a human pyramid on the ground. Quite a few of them had finally gotten to catch a last glimpse of their own butts.
Ji Shaoqiang's face was filled with terror.
The young girl before him seemed completely absurd in every imaginable way.
The greatsword seemed weightless in her hands.
Yet a simple, ordinary sweep from her easily shattered his top-grade magic tool shield.
He had forced himself to block two strikes; now the skin between his thumb and index finger was torn and bleeding, and cracks had formed along his medium-grade treasure tool saber.
His expression turned fierce, and he hesitated no longer.
He pulled a Tier Three Medium-Grade Talisman from his robe.
The talisman ignited instantly, transforming into an eerie black thread that shot through the air with a piercing screech, aiming straight between Bai Zhirou's eyebrows!
Bai Zhirou was in the middle of sending another cultivator flying when the black thread arrived right in front of her.
CLANG!
A crisp sound of clashing metal reverberated.
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