Liu Cheng'an's eyes widened in anger. He tapped his toes and retreated three zhang with lightning speed, creating distance in the blink of an eye. Then he sneered, "I underestimated you. Today I'll show you my once unparalleled Raging Tide Sword Technique in the Southern Region!"
Having said that, he brandished his longsword and shouted sharply, "Seventh Form of the Raging Tide Sword Technique! Tiger's Roar and Dragon's Cry—"
Before he could utter the last word, the crimson blade intent had already pierced through the air! It was terrifyingly close to his right arm, which was holding the sword!
cut!
"Ouch—my arm!"
Liu Cheng'an's right arm was severed at the root! It flew several meters away! Blood splattered! His screams were sharp and shrill!
"Do you old folks always shout such long slogans when you fight?"
Chu Hongluan let out a soft scoff, but the flashes of her blades followed immediately! A horizontal slash! A vertical slash!
Liu Chengan rolled on the spot, ignoring the bloody cut on his shoulder, and reached for his waist with his left hand, firing three poisoned darts at once!
Chu Hongluan's eyes turned cold, and she quickly spun around to dodge, her red skirt billowing out like a poppy blooming in the night.
The poisoned dart grazed her skirt and struck a demonic cultivator behind her with pinpoint accuracy.
The demonic cultivator's eyes widened in fury as he roared, "You old bastard! How dare you hurt me!"
Liu Cheng'an was speechless, but fortunately, the moment Chu Hongluan dodged the hidden weapon was enough for him to pick up his sword again, even if he used his left hand.
"Take this!"
Liu Cheng'an attacked again! He unleashed a thunderous sword technique! He didn't chant any incantations this time, but instead used the full power of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows. The clash of swords and the collision of spiritual energy spread for miles. The Golden Core stage demonic cultivators in the arena were unable to withstand the onslaught. Some vomited blood, others clutched their chests, and their fighting spirit crumbled.
The undisguised sounds of battle quickly attracted other demonic cultivators from the mountain. Their numbers were more than double what they had anticipated.
Chu Hongluan had no intention of fighting. She tightened her grip on Eri's wrist, causing the veins to bulge, and a continuous stream of power flowed back into her from the blade!
Liu Cheng'an was shocked! He watched helplessly as Chu Hongluan's cultivation level rose rapidly!
Mid-stage of Spirit Transformation! Late-stage of Spirit Transformation! Peak of Spirit Transformation!
The bloodthirsty aura surrounding her was already surging like a storm! In her deep red eyes, there was not a trace of human emotion, only the suffocating oppressive feeling of a superior.
“No…” Liu Chengan began to back away.
But it was too late.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Hongluan was already in front of him, grabbing his head with one hand and squeezing it hard.
Like squeezing a watermelon.
It exploded.
The headless corpse collapsed, and Chu Hongluan stepped on its chest expressionlessly, then stabbed it directly through its dantian, shredding the nascent soul into mud.
At this moment, she resembled a demonic cultivator more than anyone else present.
She drew her knife and indifferently surveyed her surroundings: "Come on, let my knife drink its fill of blood in one go."
The numerous demonic cultivators retreated in panic, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward again.
"A bunch of trash!" A cold shout came from the sky, and the pressure of the Tribulation Transcending stage swept down from the sky.
Chu Hongluan quickly walked to Liu Jinghong's side, relieving some of the pressure on him. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she had not been affected at all.
A man descended from the sky, his black robe loose, revealing most of his chest. His long hair flowed freely, reaching his ankles. He had handsome features, but a pair of black horns on his forehead stood out conspicuously.
“They’re demons.” Liu Jinghong’s breath caught in her throat.
They are not demonic cultivators, but demons.
Chu Hongluan recognized him; he was Lan Xiao, one of the Demon Lord's four protectors.
It seems that the seal on the Demon Cave has been loosened.
He stared at Chu Hongluan with interest. "Woman, you don't look like a righteous person. Why don't you consider joining our demon clan?"
"You filthy thing that crawled out of the gutter, do you think you're worthy of my bowing down?" Chu Hongluan's red lips curled slightly, her face showing undisguised contempt.
Lan Xiao raised an eyebrow, but wasn't angry: "You little girl, you're not that old, but you've got a sharp tongue."
Liu Jinghong's eyes were deep and brooding. He stepped in front of Chu Hongluan, his gaze towards Lan Xiao cold and piercing.
Chu Hongluan patted his shoulder, pulled him back behind her, and looked directly into Lan Xiao's eyes: "If you want to fight, then come. If you don't want to fight, then take your people and get out of Wuming Immortal Mountain."
"Fight, of course we have to fight. You killed my partner, you have to pay the price, right?"
As Lan Xiao spoke, he closed in and struck out with a palm!
Chu Hongluan neither dodged nor evaded, but rose up on the wind and raised her palm to meet the attack head-on!
Everyone stared intently at the scene, as if the earth-shattering force of the two palms colliding would immediately send them flying.
However, in the next instant, Lan Xiao's lips curled up, and he suddenly withdrew his palm, instead wrapping it downwards to precisely grab Chu Hongluan's waist. Chu Hongluan missed her target with her palm and failed to stop, but was pulled by the force around her waist, almost crashing directly into his arms.
"The character '干' signifies the shifting of stars and the turning of the stars."
In the blink of an eye, Liu Jinghong appeared at the very center of the battle, gripping Chu Hongluan's wrist with one hand.
In the blink of an eye, Lan Xiao's arms were empty, but a raging fire was pressing straight to his face. As he retreated rapidly, Liu Jinghong and Chu Hongluan had already returned to their original spot.
Are you alright?
"Um."
Chu Hongluan finally realized what had just happened, her phoenix eyes narrowing with a hint of danger.
You bastard, you're taking advantage of me!
"Rise!" Chu Hongluan mobilized her spiritual power and shouted in a low voice.
In an instant, the ownerless weapons scattered on the ground clanged together, and with a single call, they all floated into the air!
She herself is the strongest weapon in the world, so controlling these low-level mortals is a piece of cake.
"go."
Swords, spears, and halberds transformed into a terrifying killing formation, relentlessly stabbing towards Lan Xiao!
Lan Xiao was busy dealing with the troublesome karmic fire when he saw a chilling light approaching. His body reacted instinctively and spun around to dodge, which was fast enough, but the dense blades still left a glaring bloodstain on his right cheek!
Lan Xiao rubbed the blood off her face with her index finger, and instead of being angry, she smiled: "Not bad, really not bad."
With a wave of his hand, all the demonic cultivators in the arena obeyed, sheathing their weapons and retreating behind him.
"It's a pity that without Liu Cheng'an as a puppet, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is useless to me. Otherwise, I would definitely have played with you all today." Lan Xiao sighed and looked at Chu Hongluan with a regretful smile: "See you next time, little girl."
"Then remember this: the next time we meet, I will plunge this knife into your soul."
Chu Hongluan's tone was extremely cold.
"Then we'll wait and see." Lan Xiao laughed three times, then led his group of demonic cultivator underlings and made a graceful exit.
The tension in Liu Jinghong's heart finally eased.
"I'm going to see my mother."
"Go quickly."
Liu Jinghong rushed into the courtyard. When he pushed open the door, the scene before him made him grind his teeth in disbelief and almost faint!
"Hong'er?" The Pavilion Master's wife looked up.
"Liu Cheng'an! How dare Liu Cheng'an!" Liu Jinghong almost roared.
The lady of the pavilion sighed, reached out and touched the hook that had pierced her collarbone, and said softly, "It's alright, Mother doesn't feel any pain."
As soon as she moved, the chains rattled and clattered again.
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