The night was dark and windy, with thick fog. Although the temperature wasn't freezing cold, one still needed to shiver to burn fat and keep warm.
Ji Xiaoxiao's hands were as cool as ice, and with each breath she exhaled, a white mist appeared. A cool breeze blew, causing Ji Xiaoxiao's black hair to flutter, her figure remaining steadfast and unmoving.
Seeing Ji Xiaoxiao's overwhelming power, the nine red-robed holy masters secretly put away their initial indifference and focused all their energy on fighting her.
With a glance and a movement, flowing smoothly and in perfect harmony, the nine red-robed holy masters strolled to their designated positions. From above, the nine holy masters were arranged in groups of three, forming a nine-pointed star, with Ji Xiaoxiao tightly encircled within it.
Seeing the nine red-robed holy masters standing ready, Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Ever since she used the most powerful killing move of the second stage of the "White Lotus Holy Technique"—the mole-dotting technique between the eyebrows—Ji Xiaoxiao's blood and qi surged, and her internal energy was running rampant through her meridians uncontrollably. Every second she endured brought more pain, and time seemed to stretch on for centuries.
The effects of cultivating the "White Lotus Sacred Technique" are extremely significant and obvious, its destructive power as fierce as an autumn wind sweeping away leaves—not to be underestimated. However, everything has two sides; as one's skill becomes more refined, one's entire demeanor undergoes a dramatic change. Even in the most urgent situations, that cold and indifferent face shows not a trace of panic or haste.
Ji Xiaoxiao's calm demeanor gave the red-robed holy master the illusion that Ji Xiaoxiao was confident of victory and that he had no choice but to be on high alert, keeping a close watch on Ji Xiaoxiao to prevent her from using any unexpected moves to kill them.
The red-robed saint carefully untied the purple bell from his waist and shook it. As the sound of the bells faded, Ji Xiaoxiao, after a moment of disorientation, realized she was truly trapped. The purple bell in the red-robed saint's hand had appeared around her without her noticing, and her entire body seemed to be wrapped and bound by invisible threads.
A moth, trapped deep within a giant pupa, is born from a clever trick, and Ji Xiaoxiao is that poor moth.
Ji Xiaoxiao tried to wave her arms, but couldn't move them at all. She tried to take a step, but remained stationary. Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, suppressing the restless blood and internal energy within her body, and carefully observed, not letting any clue slip by.
The night was shrouded in thick white fog, and the candlelight was dim. Ji Xiaoxiao squinted, barely able to make out the things wrapped around her—nanoscale-like threads. Knowing who the murderer was, Ji Xiaoxiao dared not act rashly. Based on the results of her earlier experiment, these threads were not only incredibly fine but also extremely hard. Brute force would only backfire, tearing her to pieces.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
Seeing that they had successfully bound Ji Xiaoxiao, the red-robed saints took out a soft sword from their belts one after another and strolled leisurely in front of Ji Xiaoxiao as if walking in a garden.
Ji Xiaoxiao had seen many storms and dangers, so she didn't take any crisis seriously. "A Saint Master is a Saint Master, not even on the same level as a Saint. Not only is his sonic attack incredibly skillful and impossible to defend against, but he has also laid an inescapable net, so that even gods can only be slaughtered by you. Brilliant, truly brilliant."
"Thank you for your praise, Madam. We have only made a fool of ourselves with our little tricks," said the red-robed Holy Master directly in front of Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, then suddenly puffed out her cheeks, shooting out a red light. The red-robed holy master directly in front of her fell to the ground. Unable to move his limbs, he had still killed a red-robed holy master, leaving the remaining ones both shocked and furious.
The eight red-robed saints stopped strolling leisurely and rushed towards Ji Xiaoxiao. Just as the eight soft swords pierced Ji Xiaoxiao's body, two objects fell from above the courtyard, decisively interrupting the saints' actions.
Accompanied by the sound of something hitting the ground, the cries of pain from a man and a woman were exceptionally clear. Martial arts practitioners have good eyesight, and with a slight movement of her eyes, Ji Xiaoxiao saw that it was Xuan Yuan Yu Jing and Bai Wan Xin, who had fallen face-first into the mud.
"Dear Holy Master, if you don't want your Emperor's head to roll, hurry up and release me!" Ji Xiaoxiao was worried that Liuguang's small force couldn't stop Riyao, so she immediately sent out Liuguang's second-in-command Shenchu and third-in-command Guimo, ordering them to bring Xuanyuan Yujing and Bai Wanxin.
Effort will always be rewarded.
"Choose! Will you kill me and send your Emperor Xuanyuan to the Yellow Springs with me, or will you release me and beg me to release Xuanyuan Yujing? Come on, let me see what you choose!" Ji Xiaoxiao arrogantly and smugly showed off her wisdom to the remaining eight red-robed holy masters.
The duty of the Sun Radiance Force is to eliminate all threats to the Xuanyuan Dynasty; in other words, the Sun Radiance Force is a special unit dedicated to protecting Emperor Xuanyuan. Now that Xuanyuan Yujing is imprisoned, they have no choice but to submit.
If they turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the kidnapper Ji Xiaoxiao's demands, they don't care what happens to Xuanyuan Yujing; what they can't forget is the punishment of being unable to live or die.
The red-robed saint master, with an unhappy expression, untied the net of heaven and earth. Ji Xiaoxiao broke free of the giant cocoon and soared into the sky, landing lightly in front of Xuanyuan Yujing and Bai Wanxin.
She witnessed her lover Stephen with her own eyes. Ying was killed by Ji Xiaoxiao with a single blow, and Bai Wanxin felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She secretly gritted her teeth, vowing to make Ji Xiaoxiao pay for her blood debt one day, but this vow was never fulfilled. Her unborn child was lost due to the violent kick.
The repeated heavy blows overwhelmed the innocent and kind-hearted Bai Wanxin, causing her to faint. When she regained consciousness, she found herself being carried and jumped back and forth on the rooftops. When they reached a courtyard, she was thrown from a great height to the ground, writhing in unbearable pain.
When Bai Wanxin opened her eyes, Ji Xiaoxiao took the knife from someone, squatted down, looked Bai Wanxin in the eye, and smiled, "Bai Wanxin, you can't live."
Ji Xiaoxiao acted swiftly and decisively, the small knife firmly piercing Bai Wanxin's heart. Within seconds, Bai Wanxin died. Xuan Yuan Yu Jing witnessed Ji Xiaoxiao's heinous act. His lover's death and his own crippling injury were both thanks to Ji Xiaoxiao.
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