The words "Sunshine" reached Ji Xiaoxiao's ears, and the original owner's memories surged back, causing Ji Xiaoxiao, who was still recovering from her injuries, to rub her forehead.
Sunrise is a legendary secret organization of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Rumor has it that its sole mission is to eliminate all threats to the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Whether you are a powerless commoner or a powerful official, if you show even the slightest sign of betrayal or harm to the Xuanyuan Dynasty, being reduced to ashes is no joke.
Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. The Xuanyuan Dynasty has stood firm for a thousand years through wind and rain, and no one can erase Riyao's contributions.
Ji Xiaoxiao thought the person she was waiting for would be the furious Xuan Yuan Yu Jing. She waited and waited, from the sun high in the sky to the sun setting, from the darkest night to the brightest moon and stars, but instead, the person she waited for was Ri Yao.
Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes never left the courtyard gate. When the sturdy and heavy gate collapsed and fell into seven or eight pieces, the tiny wood chips, taking advantage of her small size and light weight, went straight for Ji Xiaoxiao's head.
Most of the newcomers were dressed in plain white, devoid of any embroidery or ornamentation, except for the staffs they carried, which resembled those of monks. These staffs were round and entirely black, about five or six feet long, with a gilded ring at the top, which in turn had several smaller, interlocking rings.
With each step the man in white took, his staff rose and fell, the rings striking each other with a sound like morning bells and evening drums. Listening to this sacred sound had a cleansing effect on the soul. Reflecting on past mistakes, death alone was insufficient to atone for them.
Ji Xiaoxiao scanned her surroundings. Among the people in the radiant light, apart from a few powerful individuals with exceptional martial arts skills and strong minds who remained expressionless, the rest were all immersed in past killings, regrets, jealousy, and so on, unable to extricate themselves. Some even committed suicide by drinking their own knives.
In no time, blood stained most of Ji Xiaoxiao's courtyard.
Ji Xiaoxiao shook her head almost imperceptibly, casually picked up a wine glass from the table, wrapped it in her inner strength, and gently smashed it to the ground. The wine glass shattered with a resounding clang, reaching the ears of those with weak minds. Everyone who regained their senses wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Without further ado, Ji Xiaoxiao ordered the Liuguang men to draw their swords and prepare for battle. Within moments, the two sides, locked in a fierce struggle, clashed, their weapons flashing and cries of pain mingling with the clash of blades. Like dark beasts breathing, they killed with every move designed to take lives.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained motionless, her bottom firmly glued to the chair. The bloody and brutal killings had no negative impact on her. She even smiled at the most exciting parts. Ji Xiaoxiao wasn't arrogant; while watching the live film, she silently assessed the merits of both Sunburst and Flowing Light.
To prepare for the worst-case scenario, Ji Xiaoxiao transferred all of Liuguang's manpower to her own courtyard, roughly a hundred or so people. Riyao, on the other hand, had far fewer people than Liuguang, roughly thirty by all accounts.
Even a skilled fighter can't defeat two fists, and two fists can't defeat four hands. On the surface, Flowing Light seems to have the upper hand, but that's not the case. Flowing Light has to pay a price many times over to kill a Sun Radiance: one to two, one to three, one to five, and in slightly stronger cases, one to ten. If this continues, it's a foregone conclusion that Sun Radiance will turn the tide.
Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to watch her forces be slaughtered by Riyao. Her eyes narrowed, and she slowly rose, her hands outstretched. The ten-year-old Zhuangyuan Red wine from the flask split into two streams, flying towards her palms. The streams swirled and spun in her palms, gradually forming droplets. The droplets were arranged in a neat, orderly matrix. The matrix shimmered, reflecting the candlelight, instantly adding a beautiful touch to the darkness.
Ji Xiaoxiao's skill astonished the people of Riyao and Liuguang. Both sides stopped fighting and turned to stare at her, their basic defenses rendered meaningless. Strike while the iron is hot; if they didn't act now, Ji Xiaoxiao would surely die a horrible death.
Ji Xiaoxiao shouted and pushed forward with both hands at lightning speed. The water droplets, propelled by immense force, moved with lightning speed. After streaks of white light, most of the white-clad figures had a "cinnabar mark" between their eyebrows. A cool night breeze blew gently, and the white-clad figures inexplicably collapsed to the ground, astonishing a large crowd.
Ji Xiaoxiao wiped out most of the Sun Radiance with one move, but she herself didn't fare well either.
Upon arriving for this mission, Ji Xiaoxiao, a newcomer, had only cultivated the "White Lotus Sacred Technique" to the mid-stage of the second level of Body Shaping. Her internal energy was insufficient, neither refined nor pure, and lacking depth. During the day, she suffered a sneak attack from Stephen Shadow, losing too much blood and severely damaging her power. Instead of resting and recuperating, she forcibly circulated her energy, unleashing the strongest killing move of the second level of Body Shaping in the "White Lotus Sacred Technique"—the "Device Mark on the Forehead." After this single move, Ji Xiaoxiao was already at her limit.
Knowing her own situation best, Ji Xiaoxiao slowly sat down, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said casually, "What, are you scared out of your wits, or too exhausted to move? The enemy is right in front of you, what's the use of looking at me?"
The people of Liuguang were all professionally trained. Ji Xiaoxiao's kind reminder immediately snapped them out of their shock. With a fierce and bloodthirsty look on their faces, they drew their swords and charged towards the people of Riyao.
Riyao reacted just as well. When Liuguang swung his sword to strike, Riyao immediately raised his staff to block the powerful attacks one by one. In the back and forth, Liuguang, who already had a numerical advantage, saw Ji Xiaoxiao unilaterally slaughter more than ten Riyao members, and his advantage became more and more obvious. Gradually, he reduced the remaining Riyao members to the point where they could only defend themselves.
Just as Liu Guang was about to deliver the fatal blow, the clear, tinkling sound of bells rang out from the courtyard gate. Ji Xiaoxiao remained calm and composed, her smile unchanged.
It's unclear when it started, but the fog has become very thick that day.
Amidst the swirling mist, an arm clad in red emerged from the obstacles, revealing five white, smooth fingers and flawless skin. Its rounded nails were a vibrant, dazzling red, captivating the eye. In the blink of an eye, nine sun-like figures, clad in fiery red robes, appeared out of nowhere.
Ji Xiaoxiao stood up, clapped her hands vigorously, and exclaimed with delight, "Great, great, great! Not only have sages come, but even a holy master, who is rarely seen in a hundred years, has graced my humble abode with his presence! My little abode is truly honored!"
The hierarchy of the Sun Gods is: Black Staff White-Robed Saint, Purple Bell Red-Robed Saint Master, and White Jade Flute Golden-Robed Saint Emperor. One Black Staff White-Robed Saint is equivalent to one hundred ordinary people, and one Purple Bell Red-Robed Saint Master is equivalent to ten Black Staff White-Robed Saints. As for the White Jade Flute Golden-Robed Saint Emperor, he was not mentioned in the original owner's memories. Presumably, he was too mysterious for the original owner to know!
"Madam's skills are extraordinary, and she is proficient in supernatural powers. To merely have the White-Robed Saint fight against her is to greatly underestimate her." The nine red-robed Saint Masters with purple bells wore similarly monotonous red robes, but what set them apart was the string of purple bells tied around their waists. The bells were about the size of walnuts and would make a sound with the slightest movement.
Ji Xiaoxiao was also curious to see what the legendary red-robed holy masters were capable of. She chuckled and gestured for them to proceed.
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