"Shut up!"
"He won't treat you well anymore. That's just how men are; they're always looking for something new and forgetting the old."
The thin blade had been using the stone platform as an obstacle, making it difficult for Jielu to attack; it was truly cunning. Jielu gritted her teeth and stared intently at her enemy.
She continued her verbal provocation: "That night was really fun."
Upon hearing this, Jielu felt a surge of heat in her head and circled around at top speed to approach the fox, but she still couldn't catch its tail.
"Be careful not to touch the broken doll! Your friends will scold you!"
Jelu could no longer remain calm; all she could think about was how to shut her up.
“Or you could kill her.” Thin Blade Ming pointed at Sherry.
"By blaming the resurrection ceremony for going wrong and failing, you can win back your man."
After Bo Ren finished speaking, he noticed that Jie Lu remained silent for a long time. Bo Ren guessed that she might have relaxed her guard.
So she slipped out, only to find that Jelu had already moved away from her, walked outside the altar, and was in a preparatory stance to draw her sword.
Jelu kept her eyes tightly closed, her posture sharp, shrouded in shadow. The scabbard seemed to be overflowing with flames, emanating magical energy that was in no way inferior to the power of the vortex of wind raging around them.
"I would rather die than betray my comrades!" Jelu shouted fiercely, her eyes bloodshot.
"What do you want to do?" Thin Blade could tell that Jelu was about to use a martial art imbued with magic, and it was a wide-range destructive technique that combined with sword-drawing skills.
The cave space is not large, and Jelu's sword-drawing magic technique will definitely affect the entire space.
"You really... want to bury me and this doll together in the cave? And you keep saying you won't betray your comrades..."
“You’re too naive.” As always, Jelu kept her eyes closed and spoke calmly.
"You actually called me naive?" To this day, no one has dared to stop Bo Ren, let alone call her naive.
Enraged, he thought that even if he had to give up the hunt, he would fight back to get revenge.
He lunged forward with a thin blade and swiftly withdrew it, intent on taking Jelu's life, the blade aimed at her throat. Even at the critical moment, Jelu remained unmoved, her heart as still as water.
However, its actions were as aggressive as fire. The true form of the demonic sword "Crimson Lotus" was finally drawn. The shadow that had enveloped the dew exploded instantly, and demonic energy permeated the surroundings.
Flames, like giant red lotuses, bloomed in full glory around the dew. The instantaneous high temperature temporarily suppressed the roar of the wind vortex. The cave was filled with the demonic aura of fire.
Jelu drew her sword and unleashed her pent-up magic, sweeping away the surrounding area with petals of flame.
However, she calculated that the ground was three feet below the surface, a place where the demonic flames could not reach, allowing the fallen Qi to dodge the attack.
The figures on the stone platform were also unharmed, thanks to the protection of the vortex.
Only the thin blade that had previously confronted Jelu completely absorbed a petal of this demonic flame. The blade was flung against the stone wall by the powerful magic, its entire body scorched, and it coughed up blood.
The blood was evaporated by the high temperature before it even hit the ground.
Her sword could not withstand the flames and shattered into pieces.
The cave ceiling developed small cracks and even some small stones fell off, but it remained sturdy.
Jelu also accurately calculated the third aspect—the destructive range of the demonic flame.
Jelu finally silenced the thin blade—she could only cough and spit blood, unable to make a sound. The magic that erupted at close range shattered her internal organs, leaving her kneeling on the ground in excruciating pain.
Jelu didn't intend to kill her. Judging from Thin Blade's condition, she wouldn't live much longer.
Thin Blade never expected that he would lose to Jelu, who inflicted a fatal wound with just one strike.
She looked up at the woman she had defeated—Gelug Snow. Her image flickered in her eyes;
The color of the flames stained her golden hair;
And her red eyes glaring at him;
Furthermore, the katana she held emitted an eerie aura, as if it were entwined with a solar corona;
All of this combined to create a suffocating sense of oppression. For me, it was a despair born of fire.
The demonic sword of the Eastern Ocean Island, the seemingly evil yet wicked swordsmanship, and the martial arts style inspired by lotus flowers... Could this person be...?
Thin Blade continued to gaze up at Jielu's figure, finally realizing the enemy's true identity.
So he grinned and managed to utter, "So you're from 'The Lotus of Night'! But you..."
Amidst the flames, Jielu heard her sect's name uttered by someone else, and was surprised, but did not deny it: "So what if it is?"
"Then you'll never have any allies! They'll all die for you! Ahahaha!"
With the knife raised above her shoulder, her eyes and tone were resolute: "I will not let them hurt me or my companions again."
Knowing his days were numbered, Bo Ren mustered all his strength and uttered his last words, broken and fragmented: "Even if you defeat me, you can't change your fate. Once that girl awakens, you'll always be the one who's abandoned!"
Jelu remained silent. She did not deny this, and had even silently accepted it long ago, which was why she was so resolute and unwavering.
The thin blade, with the last of its life force, mocked her, its harsh sound echoing all around.
A wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew up Jielu's hair, then up the thin blade's hair, and in an instant, extinguished the surrounding flames.
The surroundings grew cold, which made Jielu wary again, and she looked around.
Taking advantage of the moment, Bo Ren stood up, drew his dagger, and charged towards Jie Lu.
I don't know what created such a good opportunity for a sneak attack with a thin blade.
Jelu turned around and found the thin blade was right in front of her; her dagger was about to pierce her throat!
With a whoosh, the wind roared.
Jielu witnessed this scene firsthand—the right hand of the thin blade, which had been striking swiftly, was severed at the root by some unknown sharp object and flew several feet away. The thin blade screamed in agony, staring in disbelief at its bloodied right shoulder.
It wasn't Jie Lu who made the move; even she couldn't have been that fast. She took a few steps back and caught a glimpse of the movement on the stone platform within the tornado.
Enveloped by layers of wind, the puppet on the stone platform finally awoke—standing there was a blurry figure with green eyes.
"Yes... Sister Shirley!"
The puppet moved its arm slightly, and four wind blades shot out from the tornado surrounding it, their shapes and trajectories almost invisible to the naked eye.
Could this be... the power of the vortex?
The wind curtain had not yet disappeared and was still roaring in all directions.
This state of overflowing magic is enough to give Jelu a fright.
"Sister Shirley! You've finally woken up!" Jelu put down the knife, feeling relieved that her arduous journey had not been in vain.
I imagine Firsa will be very happy. It's a reunion after several years.
Sherry, who had just awakened, gazed at Gerald Snow through the wind curtain.
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