Qi Yu suddenly leaped out of the water. When he was swimming upstream, he encountered many awakened demonic cultivators. Ignoring their injuries, they frantically darted around in the water, as if searching for something.
She was nearly injured several times, and managed to swim to shore by running and dodging.
The shaking of the secret realm intensified, but the demonic cultivators seemed oblivious, continuing their relentless search.
Qi Yu tentatively walked towards the shore and was pleasantly surprised to find that the barrier separating the lake from the shore had disappeared.
She hurriedly tried to run away, but her right leg got caught on something, and she fell hard.
Panting heavily, An Rong'er stared intently at her. An Rong'er's clothes were stained and had some seaweed clinging to them. Her hair was disheveled, and there were several cuts on her face.
With her soft sword wrapped around Qi Yu's right leg, An Rong'er sneered and fiercely pulled the sword back, the force causing it to cut a deep, bone-revealing wound on Qi Yu's leg.
"ah!"
Qi Yu cried out in pain as a sharp pain shot through her calf.
At the same time, a faint golden light shone from her body, and the Holy Mother's halo took effect, beginning to heal her leg injury.
An Rong'er approached step by step, the soft sword in her hand transforming section by section into a long sword.
"Yu Shengyan, today is your death day!"
Qi Yu gritted her teeth, and the Compassionate Sword slowly appeared in her palm. Its touch was warm and smooth, yet it made her waver.
An Rong'er is currently in a state of irreconcilable enmity with her, and she is really fed up with this character who is even more of a "villainous supporting character" than herself.
If we don't kill An Rong'er outright, she'll probably keep coming up to her like an unkillable cockroach and messing with her mind.
Today, either she dies, or An Rong'er perishes.
She is currently unable to move around easily, but the system shop has countless items that can kill An Rong'er.
But if An Rong'er dies, the system will definitely make her suffer a fate worse than death. If she can't withstand it and faints, there is danger of being surrounded by demonic cultivators in front of her and the danger of the secret realm collapsing behind her.
How should I choose?
The Compassion Sword that was taken out was not covered with a black cloth. An Rong'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted the familiar sword and exclaimed, "This sword!"
"You are Qi Yu!!!"
"Aren't you already dead?!"
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, which then turned into resentment.
"Damn it, how dare you toy with me like that! Today, you are surely dead!!"
She swung her longsword fiercely, and just as the sword was about to reach Qi Yu's throat, Qi Yu suddenly put the Compassionate Sword back into his storage ring, looking as if he were offering his neck for execution.
An Rong'er's smile widened, but when the tip of the sword touched that inch of skin, she could not go any further.
Qi Yu and An Rong'er simultaneously looked up in surprise at the silver-haired man who had suddenly appeared in front of them.
The man looked impatient, but his hand gripped the sword tightly.
Bright red blood dripped from the tip of the sword, but he remained unperturbed, coldly saying to Qi Yu with his back turned, "Don't you know whose life is tied to? Are you just going to sit here and wait to die?"
Qi Yu, holding a teleportation talisman in his hand: "..."
Feng Xiao exerted force with his right hand and actually crushed the sword.
He looked at the terrified girl in front of him, threw away the fragments of the sword, and then grabbed her by the neck.
An Rong'er was lifted up and could barely breathe. She tried in vain to pull the man's hands away, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Feng Xiao's lips twitched, his gaze so cold that An Rong'er trembled all over.
"die."
With a "click".
An Rong'er tilted her head and slid softly from Feng Xiao's hands to the ground.
His neck was covered in blood from Feng Xiao's hands, but at this moment, it seemed as if the blood was flowing from her neck.
In her final moments before dying, she stared intently at Qi Yu, who was sitting not far away. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her view was blocked by the silver-haired man.
Feng Xiao crouched down, standing in front of Qi Yu, his expression calm, yet concealing a madness.
He said softly, "Why are you looking at her?"
His incomparably handsome face surpassed all others in the world, yet at this moment it made the dying An Rong'er even more terrified.
She watched in despair as a pale flame ignited in his hand, and in the next instant, she was engulfed by the flame.
Without a sound, it vanished silently.
Qi Yu held the teleportation talisman in his hand, silently watching the flames gradually die out.
Feng Xiao didn't turn around or say anything; he simply disappeared from the spot.
The halo of the Virgin Mary faithfully healed the wounds. Qi Yu sat there lost in thought for a while, feeling both joy and melancholy.
The injury on her leg still ached a little. She sighed and murmured softly.
"It seems I still have to return Feiyun to Chief An..."
The muffled sound of running interrupted her thoughts.
"The sect leader has closed the exit of the secret realm. Without his pass, no one can leave. Quick! Those demonic cultivators shouldn't have left yet!"
"Capture those demonic cultivators!"
Qi Yu turned his head and saw a large group of white-robed cultivators, led by Venerable Canglang, rushing over and surrounding the lake.
They moved swiftly, using all their skills to capture the demonic cultivators one by one.
Someone spotted Qi Yu sitting on the shore. Seeing that she was injured, they threw down a few bottles of healing pills and continued to capture the demonic cultivators.
Qi Yu silently put the healing pills into his storage ring and watched them arrest people without making a sound.
Most of the demonic cultivators had just been attacked by Feng Xiao and were helpless in the face of capture by the Flying Star Sect disciples.
However, there are also those who stubbornly resist.
On the water.
Zhu Ji's eyes were fierce as she used a silver hairpin to repel the Flying Star Sect cultivators who surrounded her.
Venerable Canglang stood with his feet on the water's surface, arms crossed, watching his disciples practice dealing with Zhu Ji as if she were a free training subject.
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