She removed her heavy cloak, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared before Gu Lianxin, delivering a lightning-fast punch straight to Gu Lianxin's heart.

Gu Lianxin believed that with her superior numbers, victory was assured; this overconfidence was arrogance. Her composure faltered slightly, and before she knew it, Ji Xiaoxiao had knocked her to the ground. Her bright red robe stood out against the vast snow, and as Gu Lianxin moved, she resembled a flowing river of blood.

When Gu Lianxin was injured by Ji Xiaoxiao, the eight men in black surrounding Ji Xiaoxiao seemed like lost children, frantically searching for their warm haven.

If we don't act now, when will we?

Ji Xiaoxiao, unarmed yet wielding a scythe of death, calmly and effortlessly reaped the heads of the men in black. After three years of seclusion, Ji Xiaoxiao's skills had greatly increased; tearing apart bandits with her bare hands was no longer a problem, and severing heads with her bare hands was even easier.

In just one or two minutes, the tide of battle turned instantly.

Eight men in black were decapitated. Ji Xiaoxiao casually flicked her hand, wiping the pool of blood on her palm onto the ground, and walked unhurriedly toward Gu Lianxin. "Gu Lianxin, with you in the Demon Heart Sect, you are truly their biggest failure. You are more than capable of causing trouble than helping. The Holy Sect's victory over the Demon Heart Sect is definitely thanks in part to you."

Gu Lianxin didn't reply, but glared fiercely at Ji Xiaoxiao, her blood rushing to her head, and her clear black and white eyes gradually turning blood red.

As darkness fell, the snow stopped, but something else began to fall.

"Lotus, it's been a long time." A familiar rain of lotus blossoms began to fall from the sky.