Dingfeng Zhenren stood on a wind-controlling talisman and held a broadsword. He was still wearing the same simple white robe that Qi Yu had worn when he met him in the Crimson Forest, and his stern face showed a strong sense of disdain.
With a single sword strike, Master Dingfeng shattered the large drum beneath Zhu Ji's feet and destroyed the soul-capturing array created by Zhu Ji's silver hairpin.
Zhu Ji dodged Dingfeng Zhenren's sword intent, lightly touched the ground with her bare feet, floated in the air, and with a flick of her water sleeves, pulled over a Qiankun Fortress disciple who had previously spoken arrogantly.
She grabbed the Qiankun Fort disciple by the neck and said with a smile, "I don't know any Dingfeng Zhenren or Dingyu Zhenren. I only know that I am trapped in this Chunyi Tower. I have too many grievances and too much sorrow. Since you have watched my dance, you should pay me some compensation."
Her long, sharp nails, stained with red nail polish, were pinched against the male disciple's neck, making it look like flowing blood.
The disciple trembled with fear, and the sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground.
Zhu Ji pulled the silver hairpin from her hair and gently slid it across the disciple's neck, drawing a line of blood.
On the silver hairpin that had been soaked in blood, a deep, almost blackish red appeared in the skull's eyes.
The disciple was so frightened that he almost trembled like a leaf, and his groin gradually became wet, with drops of filth dripping from the air.
Zhu Ji chuckled, stretched out her arm and grabbed his neck, lifting the disciple even further away.
Qi Yu, who was watching, curled his lip. The people from Qiankun Fortress were indeed not very good; they were so scared that they wet their pants.
The look of disgust on Dingfeng Zhenren's face grew stronger, but he still had no choice but to raise his sword and point it at Zhu Ji.
“Girl, I don’t know how you ended up in this brothel, but now that you’ve become a demonic cultivator, Qiankun Fortress can’t just sit idly by.”
"If you surrender, I might spare your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people lying outside Chunyi Tower began to shout their opposition.
"That bitch has already killed two people, she must pay with her life!"
"Exactly! How could Qiankun Fortress protect demonic cultivators!"
Zhu Ji glanced at those people without emotion, memorizing their faces one by one, and then said to Dingfeng Zhenren, "Zhenren, what should we do? If we don't kill me, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain ourselves."
Master Dingfeng sighed, "Young lady, I know you have your reasons, but that is no excuse for your indiscriminate killing. If you are unwilling to surrender, I will have no choice but to take you back to Qiankun Fort."
Zhu Ji laughed and said, "It also depends on whether the real person has the ability."
With a flick of her slender hand, she pierced the neck of the Qiankun Fort disciple in her hand.
The disciple plummeted straight down from the sky, blood continuously spilling from his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
With a wave of his hand, Master Dingfeng sent a talisman flying toward the disciple's wound. He coldly rebuked the terrified Qiankun Fort disciples standing to the side, "Hurry up and heal his wound!"
The Qiankun Fort disciple then seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly took out medicine from his storage ring to treat the other disciple.
Zhu Ji sneered, holding a silver hairpin, and silently recited a few incantations. Streams of ominous, blood-red spiritual energy surged toward Ding Feng Zhenren.
"This is... are you a member of the Blood Fiend Sect?" Master Dingfeng asked in surprise, having dodged the ominous spiritual power.
Zhu Ji did not answer, her silver hairpin never stopped, and her soul power attacks rushed towards Dingfeng Zhenren.
Qi Yu murmured in confusion, "Blood Fiend Sect? A demonic sect?"
A voice suddenly rang out: "You could say that."
Qi Yu was startled and turned around to look at Zhu Que, who had appeared behind her at some point.
"I'm sorry I scared little Qi Yu. Here's a flower for you as an apology." Zhu Que smiled and handed over a flower. "I saw you hiding here watching the commotion from afar, so I came to check it out too."
Qi Yu said irritably, "How come you walk so quietly? It's scary when you suddenly appear behind someone."
She didn't take the flower, but pulled the peony from Xiao Hei's mouth and shook it, saying, "I already have a flower, you can keep yours."
Zhu Que glanced at Xiao Hei and said, "Xiao Qi Yu wants a dog's flower, but not mine. It's really heartbreaking."
The innocently injured Howling Moon Wolf, Little Black: "??"
Qi Yu rolled her eyes. "I bought this myself."
She ignored Zhu Que and turned back to continue watching the fight between Zhu Ji and Ding Feng Zhenren.
Zhu Ji's main source of damage came from the silver hairpin in her hand, and she held her own against the highly skilled cultivator, Ding Feng Zhenren.
Zhu Que said, "True Master Dingfeng is already a Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he uses a sword, he is more skilled in talisman techniques and has many powerful talismans, but he hasn't taken them out."
Qi Yu nodded. She could also see that Dingfeng Zhenren didn't seem to have any intention of killing Zhu Ji. He was on the defensive and rarely took the initiative to attack.
Zhu Ji doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, but with that silver hairpin, she can fight against a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, so it must be a powerful magic weapon.
She asked, "What kind of sect is the Blood Fiend Cult?"
Zhu Que unfolded his folding fan with an air of mystery, "To be honest, it's not a proper sect. The Blood Fiend Sect is a demonic sect that has emerged in recent decades. They worship the ancient demon god Qi Yan and believe that the Boundless Continent will eventually be the domain of the demon race, and that the demon god Qi Yan will use his demonic flames to burn the entire continent to ashes."
Qi Yu: "..."
If the mainland is burned to the ground, won't these cultists also lose their lives?
At this moment, Zhu Ji was already showing signs of fatigue. After all, she was not a proper cultivator and had no foundation in cultivation. The soul power absorbed by the silver hairpin was about to be exhausted, and she would be powerless to fight back.
Master Dingfeng seemed to be waiting for her to exhaust herself, and her moves remained calm and composed.
A ruthless glint flashed in Zhu Ji's beautiful eyes. She gently opened and closed her red lips and chanted an incantation. The silver hairpin floated in the air, and the soul power of the people around her was rapidly gathered into the hairpin. In a short time, the Spring Pavilion was filled with cries of agony.
Seeing this, Master Dingfeng stopped dawdling, clasped his hands together, and shouted, "Binding Talisman!"
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