Ji Xiaoxiao moved with extreme caution, tiptoeing to check Zhao Batian's nose and then feeling his pulse. There was no breathing, no movement, and everything remained silent.
Zhao Batian was turned over, his bulging pupils filled with astonishment at the unpredictability of gods and ghosts and fear of dying. The blood flowing from his face gradually stopped, and the bright color covered his former glory, leaving only a disheveled state and a resentful deathbed.
The original owner wished she could grind Zhao Batian to dust and never let him be reincarnated again. Death is like a lamp going out, like oil running out; once dead, dead. Ji Xiaoxiao had little interest in a lifeless, cold, and motionless corpse; her mind was preoccupied with figuring out how to remove the prime suspect from her body in this criminal case.
Look at the tree cellar, which looks like it has been ravaged by bombs. It is full of holes and no part of it is intact. The fire walls are charred black like tough and stubborn cowhide. Blackened blood can be seen everywhere. The fallen leaves on the ground look abnormal no matter how you look at them. They are piled up in one place and form a small mountain.
Dozens of towering trees vanished with Zhao Batian's death, and Ji Xiaoxiao easily found a way out. She hadn't yet thought of a way to claim innocence. As the saying goes, "When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it." She was confident that her clever little mind could handle this small matter.
Oh, it's okay!
"Click".
Ji Xiaoxiao had just taken a step when she heard a strange sound behind her, like glass breaking, and she abruptly stopped halfway through.
Zhao Batian is like the protagonist of a novel Ji Xiaoxiao has read: exceptionally talented and with excellent physique, one year of cultivation equals ten years' worth, he takes all the beautiful women and lackeys, and the villains are utterly brainless. The protagonist is like a centipede that dies but doesn't fall; a spring breeze blows, and the grass grows as before. Zhao Batian's death still needs further confirmation.
Ji Xiaoxiao quickly turned around, her eyes widening at the scene before her, her throat unable to utter a sound of disbelief.
"How could Zhao Batian possibly have divine assistance?" Ji Xiaoxiao thought to herself.
The sky suddenly changed; the once clear, sunny sky was now covered with dark clouds. The sky darkened, the atmosphere became oppressive, and a huge bolt of lightning streaked through the clouds. A dazzling white light flashed by in an instant, and a deafening roar made one's ears ring.
The space around Zhao Batian shattered like a broken mirror, cracking open and widening. Ji Xiaoxiao stared intently at the cracks, watching as black tentacles emerged one after another. The tentacles lashed out in mid-air, searching for Zhao Batian's corpse like blind men looking for a person. The frail body suddenly stiffened, and the sharp tips, capable of penetrating iron three inches deep, pierced through various parts of Zhao Batian's body with a "whoosh."
The tentacles throbbed and contracted, expanding and shrinking, as if supplying Zhao Batian with something. His battered body gradually healed, showing no trace of his previous grievous injuries. His fair skin was translucent, and his handsome appearance was otherworldly. In short, Zhao Batian was evolving in a positive direction.
Ji Xiaoxiao thought for a moment. Zhao Batian was powerless to fight back during the transformation process, so this was the last and best opportunity to strike. She took a small step forward, and the tentacles moved accordingly. Ji Xiaoxiao didn't have time to think about anything else and quickly used the highest level of her lightness skill—Shifting Shadows.
The speed surpassed human limits; the tentacle swayed leisurely, and Ji Xiaoxiao was sent flying, crashing into a large tree and snapping it in two. Forcing oneself to use martial arts techniques several levels above one's current cultivation level inflicted excruciating pain on Ji Xiaoxiao's body. The tentacle's soft sway seemed insignificant, but Ji Xiaoxiao, skilled in medicine, was well aware of her physical condition.
Several of her ribs were broken, and her internal organs suffered varying degrees of damage. Ji Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and endured the pain.
"What's going on? What exactly happened?" Ji Xiaoxiao was filled with panic.
The black tentacles were incredibly powerful, injuring not only Ji Xiaoxiao's body but also her soul.
Ji Xiaoxiao felt her soul power gradually weakening, and her control over Zhong Xiaohua's body becoming increasingly feeble and helpless. It was as if Zhong Xiaohua's body was no longer a tool for Ji Xiaoxiao to seek revenge, but rather the eighteenth level of hell imprisoning and destroying Ji Xiaoxiao.
With her body and soul severely injured, Ji Xiaoxiao didn't have the strength to stand up and escape, and could only watch helplessly as Zhao Batian revived on the spot with full health.
Zhao Batian looked around blankly, then recalled what had happened before, "Hahaha, Zhong Xiaohua, you've finally met your match."
Ji Xiaoxiao, looking like a tattered rag, made Zhao Batian laugh out loud.
"A duel is either a case of the East Wind prevailing over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevailing over the East Wind. You have divine assistance, I am no match for you, and I cannot defeat you," Ji Xiaoxiao resignedly said.
As a part of this world, Ji Xiaoxiao relies on it for survival. No matter how powerful and invincible Ji Xiaoxiao may be, she is no match for a single world now.
"My lord, you've really put me in a terrible situation." Ji Xiaoxiao looked up at the sky and couldn't help but raise her middle finger.
Once you've suffered a loss, you absolutely cannot suffer the same loss a second time.
Suppressing his overwhelming curiosity, Zhao Batian, now back at his peak, flicked his right hand, and four walls of fire appeared around Ji Xiaoxiao, one in front, one behind, one to the left, and one to the right. The walls of fire were all the same size, forming a square that trapped Ji Xiaoxiao inside.
Death's scythe fell on Ji Xiaoxiao's neck, cold and piercing. This was the second time Ji Xiaoxiao had felt the threat of death that she couldn't control.
Zhao Batian spread his legs, clasped his hands together, and shouted. A gigantic fireball appeared above Ji Xiaoxiao's head. The fireball crashed into the center of the wall of fire, and the gaps above and below were quickly blocked by the wall.
The explosion was louder and louder than ever before, yet miraculously it did not escape the valley.
Meanwhile, at Situ's house.
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