The whips appeared scattered, but in reality, each one struck every single one of them. No one escaped.

Even a small wound inflicted by the God-Slaying Whip can cause immense pain. Moreover, the most excruciating pain is the intense attack on one's consciousness, a pain so severe that it makes one wish they could faint or commit suicide.

They had already exhausted most of their true essence by fighting against Xiu Qiyu's Heavenly Sword and resisting Sang Yu's gauze robe. Now, the God-Slaying Whip was directly hitting them and striking their divine senses, which was truly difficult to resist.

Besides, there aren't really any true experts here; they're just a bunch of people who think they're very capable, but they're actually being used as pawns. They don't even realize it.

Dealing with someone like that wouldn't even require much effort from Sang Yu; besides, it had been a long time since Sang Yu had felt the thrill of beating someone up.

For so many years, I've been cultivating my mind and body, growing flowers and plants, drinking and chatting on Tianjian Peak, and I've never experienced the thrill of fighting and killing like this.

Actually, this feeling isn't so bad.

"Spare me!"

"We were really wrong."

"Really, we'll do whatever you want."

"Please."

At this moment, no one thought of standing up against Sang Yu. They combined were no match for her, and besides, was Sang Yu alone?

She still has Heavenly Sword Peak behind her! Master Zhang Hua has already emerged from seclusion. Who would dare to bully someone from Heavenly Sword Peak? Wouldn't that be courting death?

"You know you were wrong." Sang Yu's blood-red whip paused in mid-air for a moment before flying off again. Where were you before? Now you know you were wrong.

Suddenly, a series of wailing and howling sounds filled the space again, and some people had already fainted, whether from being beaten or frightened was unknown.

Will these fallen people be easily let off the hook by Sang Yu? That's impossible.

If Sang Yu were really that easy to talk to, she wouldn't be called the Little Witch Sang Yu.

That's right, those who were pretending to be dead or who had actually fainted were also taken care of by Sang Yu's whip. With one lash, it was easy to tell who was faking it and who was really unconscious.

Wanting to deceive her, Sang Yu curled her lips into a few cold smiles. Back in the day, when I roamed the entire Tianjian Peak, you were still nowhere to be found.

It's ridiculous that they're trying to pull such a silly trick on me right now.

To those who rushed to the scene after hearing the news, Sang Yu's actions made them wonder if this witch had any humanity at all. The people had already fainted, yet she still wouldn't let them go. Wasn't she afraid of causing someone to die?

"Sang Yu, you've gone too far."

Sang Yu completely ignored what the flea that suddenly appeared was saying. She continued to casually wield her whip; anyone jumping out at this moment was undoubtedly an accomplice.

Otherwise, when Xiu Qiyu was being ganged up on, why didn't these people jump out and accuse them of being shameless, going too far, and losing the true spirit of a swordsman?

I can't stand it anymore, hmph.

"You, don't go too far. They are certainly wrong, but they are already in such a terrible state. Why can't you let them go?"

“Are you accusing me of being cruel?” Sang Yu raised an eyebrow.

“They ganged up on a seriously injured person, you saw it yourself. What do you mean, were you blind then, but you're not blind now?”

"Sang Yu, you—"

Suddenly, Sang Yu lashed out with her whip, lashing the flea that had jumped out and sending it flying to the side.

"Since you're so kind-hearted and want to share their burdens, then I'll grant your wish."

Upon hearing this, one of the fleas coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Others wanted to plead for them, but after seeing this scene, they silently swallowed their words.

They had no desire to experience the taste of the God-Slaying Whip.

So, Sang Yu continued to play cat and mouse with this group of people. Since some people wanted to play, she was definitely willing to play along.

Wait, how is Xiu Qiyu's health? Sang Yu turned around and looked at Xiu Qiyu.

Xiu Qiyu shook his head, indicating that he was fine. Although he could no longer take the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, and even if he did, it would have no effect, he still had a lot of spiritual water and other healing pills left behind by Ye Xiruo.

At this moment, Xiu Qiyu's complexion was much better than before.

Sang Yu was relieved upon seeing this, and lashed out with the blood-red whip again.

When the group's backers heard that Sang Yu had actually made a move, they all turned into cowards. They couldn't afford to offend either Sang Yu or Tianjian Peak, so they had no choice but to swallow their pride and do as they were told.

In fact, they have become expendable pawns.

Sang Yu is now in the posture of a cat, and there are a bunch of mice on the ground opposite her. It's more fun to play with them slowly. Xiu Qiyu is not stopping Sang Yu at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Wu, the third disciple of Tianjian Peak, dressed in white and exuding an otherworldly aura, made her entrance carrying her ancient zither. She stunned all the swordsmen, both men and women.

Although Qin Wu's appearance was not as handsome as Xiu Qiyu's, he had an indescribable charm, like the clouds and mist in the mountains, ethereal and dreamlike.

The group was so captivated by Qin Wu's beauty that they didn't hear a word she said.

"Your master sent you."

"Junior Sister, the wine is warmed up, but you haven't returned yet. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Oh dear, I forgot. I'm so happy, I've gotten a little carried away."

Sang Yu quickly dropped the God-Slaying Whip in his hand and ran towards Qin Wu.

"What should we do with these? I don't want to let them off so easily."

Anyone else would shake their head at Sang Yu's act of turning the tables, but no one from Tianjian Peak would.

It must be their fault. Junior Sister is absolutely a gentle and kind little angel. To turn a little angel into a devil, it must be their fault, it can never be Junior Sister's fault. These people are absolutely unforgivable.

A hint of anger rose in Qin Wu's indifferent eyes, showing no sign of being moved or feeling any pity for the plight of these people.

"They injured Xiu Qiyu."

Xiu Qiyu, Junior Sister actually got so angry over Xiu Qiyu. Just who is Xiu Qiyu that she could make the usually carefree Junior Sister so furious?

Qin Wu looked thoughtful, while Xiu Qiyu shook his head, indicating that this matter really had little to do with him.

“Alright, Junior Sister, you take Xiu Qiyu back first. These people have suffered such a great shock, I’ll play a song for them to comfort them.”

A smile immediately spread across Sang Yu's round face: "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother." Senior Brother's calming melody, hehe~~