Chapter 4, Young Girl [1]
The last two individuals in the team turned around and began to run back the way they came, and then, as if by contagion, another four or five people followed suit. Among them were several hired helpers brought in by the Luoshui Gang with substantial rewards, as well as two incense masters from the Luoshui Gang. Regardless of the allure of wealth or the rules of the gang, nothing was more important than their own lives.
Do not run away, come back quickly! In today's world, losing one's composure is merely seeking one's own demise! The enraged monk seems to have regained his composure, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turning to glare at the few who are fleeing with a roar. Unfortunately, the authority of the Buddhist master is equally ineffective.
With a retching sound, the man from Yunzhou with the surname Huang vomited. It is indeed quite rare to witness a living person being skinned and torn apart right before one's eyes, especially for those who are accustomed to using their wits to navigate the world.
A low growl escaped from the mouth of the monk Mie Nu. The sound was not loud, yet it seemed as if the entire forest trembled in response to this utterance. The dozens of inexplicably appearing young women in white also vanished without a trace, leaving only one, standing gracefully amidst the pool of blood, like a white lotus blooming in the crimson.
Unlike the previous two sounds, which were gentle like a breeze brushing against the face and nourishing the world silently, this sound is crisp like a silver bottle shattering, yet imposing like a mountain or a prison. It seems to arise from nowhere, as if the very heavens and the universe are naturally vibrating to emit this sound. All who hear it are jolted, whether they are those pursuing the girl in white or those raising their hands to wield swords and hidden weapons; all pause in their steps and halt their hands, even their minds experiencing a brief moment of blankness.
Ah. The furious monk spoke again, still in a gentle tone, clear and pure. It is hard to imagine that a monk with such a face full of anger, resembling a fierce ghost, could produce a sound akin to that of a newborn's first cry.
At this moment, Yunzhou Dahan could only bend over and retch, his entire body convulsing in spasms driven by his stomach, yet his eyes remained fixed on the distant girl in white, as if he were a frog staring at a venomous snake, so terrified that he even forgot to look away.
The young girl let out a cold snort, and the dozens of figures that had just vanished reappeared. This time, the figures all gathered around her, and then the dozens of girls squeezed towards the center, accompanied by a half-sound that was indistinguishable as either a roar or a scream. Hu Hufa's massive and sturdy body burst apart like a piece of blood tofu struck by a heavy blow, splattering the surrounding area into a sticky, crimson mess.
"I have come this far, why are you all following me?" asked the girl on the left. Her expression was one of curiosity, much like an innocent child encountering a group of animals they have never seen before
This sound was very faint, yet everyone heard it, as if a string deep within their minds had been plucked, but it did not evoke the slightest discomfort; rather, it brought a sense of inexplicable freshness and vitality.
The first to awaken from this shock was the tall and robust Hu Hufa. When the monk Mie Nu shouted, and the other figures of the white-clad girl vanished, he let out a furious roar and charged out like a bear.
Two young girls in white garments gently descended from mid-air, and not a single drop of the pouring blood rain managed to touch them; their white attire remained so pure that not even a trace of smoke or fire could stain it
The already thick scent of blood in the air grew even stronger, as the corpses and flesh on the ground and branches seemed to desperately pour their odor and essence into the noses of the living, flooding their chests. The young women in white slowly dispersed from that area of blood and filth, approaching with their garments still as white as ever, untouched by a single drop of blood or stain. Their figures remained as ethereal and delicate as before, and the smiles on their faces were as vivid and beautiful as ever, so beautiful that they made one feel nauseous. The young women in white slowly dispersed from that area of blood and filth, approaching with their garments still as white as ever, untouched by a single drop of blood or stain. Their figures remained as ethereal and delicate as before, and the smiles on their faces were as vivid and beautiful as ever, so beautiful that they made one feel nauseous.
All the young women in white truly smiled. Looking at the monk who was slumped on the ground, coughing up blood, some of them smiled faintly, some smiled playfully, and some covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, all feeling very happy and proud. Their giggles rose and fell like dozens of little foxes who had successfully stolen some chicken.
Flesh and blood scattered down in a flurry, and that head seemed to retain some awareness, still able to display expressions of astonishment and anger, watching as its own flesh, limbs, heart, liver, spleen, intestines, and so forth flew past before its eyes
The great hero Li Yutang of Qingzhou raised his long sword with a vigorous motion and shouted loudly: "Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over righteousness. We have so many people here, and this demon is but one. Are we really afraid? With Master Mie Nu here to break this demon's sorcery, even if we cannot save the young master, as long as we kill this demon to avenge the young master and the former protector, the reward promised by the old master Bai will certainly not be lacking!"
"Uncle Zeng—save me! Save me!" The young leader Bai also saw them. It seemed he wanted to rush over, but as soon as he stepped out of the shade of the trees, he was immediately scorched by the sun overhead and jumped back. He could only stand there, wailing in despair, tears streaming down from his eyes in large droplets, mixing with the blood seeping from the muscles of his face, flowing down to his chin and turning into a string of blood droplets that dripped down.
The eyes of the old protector Zeng were almost bloodshot, and he shot out like an arrow. In mid-air, the Rainbow Shadow Sword in his hand unleashed a burst of green sword energy, merging seamlessly with the protective aura surrounding him. The entire person and the sword became indistinguishable, transforming into a larger azure long sword that shot towards the young woman in white on the tree.
The master who was originally supposed to cast a spell to break the demon's magic was instead defeated by it. Those who followed him, led by the heroic Li, quickly withdrew, except for the foremost protector, Hu. He charged ahead, not noticing the enraged monk behind him spitting blood, and even if he had seen it, he might not have understood what was happening or what it meant, nor would he have stopped. As the most formidable protector of the Luoshui Gang, Hu's intellect was not particularly sharp; he could not even recognize a single character, and aside from killing, training, drinking, and womanizing, there was little he comprehended. He charged ahead, not noticing the enraged monk behind him spitting blood, and even if he had seen it, he might not have understood what was happening or what it meant, nor would he have stopped. Since he had killed his own master at the age of thirteen for half a manual on palm techniques, in terms of the number of people he had killed and the time spent in combat, no one in the entire Qingzhou could compare to him, not just within the Luoshui Gang. Just moments ago, when the dozens of white-clad young women dispersed, only he discerned the original figure among them. Seizing the opportunity presented by this white-clad girl as she turned and lowered her voice, he gathered all his strength and struck out with his palms.
The monk Mianru frowned slightly. The figure of the girl in white had scattered in all directions, with some almost having dashed into the woods and become invisible. He closed his eyes, his lips slightly parted, and softly uttered a sound: "Om"
Demon, perish
With a loud bang, the residual force of this sword's aura completely obliterated the crown of the large tree where the young girl in white stood, sending a rain of shattered leaves and branches flying towards the forest behind. The girl had vanished amidst the swirling debris, yet the human skin draped over her foot remained unscathed, gently drifting down with the wind
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As he was gathering his energy and focusing, the monk who had suppressed his anger suddenly trembled. However, unlike others who merely paused for a moment before quickly regaining their composure, his face turned suddenly crimson, and as he opened his mouth, a large spurt of fresh blood erupted from it
The ones who flee are not necessarily incompetent or useless. As the figure of the girl in white appeared beside them, some dodged while others defended, and some even thought of counterattacking. One of the women wielded a long sword that danced into a dazzling white light, protecting her entire body; it was the famed "Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Paths of Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword," said to be impervious to water. An old Taoist priest, while fleeing, opened a gourd at his waist, and several indistinct skulls wrapped in black smoke rushed out from within. Additionally, a small, thin man swung his hands repeatedly, sending several black projectiles spinning in circles towards the girl in white beside him. However, all of this was futile. In the blink of an eye, the girl's figure multiplied, each hand grasping a projectile. One of them turned and slapped a projectile onto the thin man's face. With a loud bang, the thin man's nose, ears, and eyes flew out amidst the rising flames; the black projectile turned out to be a refined explosive. The other girls waved their hands, and the remaining projectiles flew out, colliding with the sword light of the sword-wielding woman. The Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword was said to be impervious to water, but it was not said that explosives could not penetrate it. After a series of thunderous explosions, the sword-wielding woman and her sword shattered into pieces. Only the old Taoist priest managed to run the farthest, but it was not due to his prowess; rather, the girl had not targeted him at all. She merely scolded the black smoke and skulls he had released, which were clearly evil spirits refined through dark sorcery, causing them to turn and pounce on the old Taoist. After running several dozen paces, he was still tackled by the skulls, letting out a scream like a chicken doused in boiling water, jumping up and crashing into a tree. When he fell, he had already become a blackened corpse.
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"Demon, do not escape! Everyone, quickly follow me to chase!" The great hero of Qingzhou, Li Yutang, shouted loudly, brandishing his sword and leaping out after Hu Hufa.
However, the voice that emerged was not that of the monk Mianru, but rather that of the young woman in white. Just as Mianru's exclamation of "Ah" came to an end, dozens of young women in white, who had scattered in flight, all turned around, their delicate hands pointing towards him, and simultaneously uttered the sound: "Hum!"
The monk Mianru was already looking quite furious, and his anger intensified as he gazed at the young woman in white ahead. The fire of rage in his eyes seemed ready to burst forth. Gritting his teeth, he forced each word out with a growl: "This demon possesses profound abilities; everyone must be extremely cautious. Only by working together can we have a chance of victory"
The sword energy intertwined, achieving the unity of man and sword. This old swordsman, who had immersed himself in swordsmanship for decades, broke through the barriers that had hindered him for years with a single strike fueled by extreme rage. The young girl in white seemed unable to react in time and was pierced in the chest by the thunderous giant sword. The overwhelming sword aura instantly erupted, piercing and shattering the small white body before him into fragments
These dozens of identical, breathtakingly beautiful young women in white garments whispered softly around, expressing either anger or joy. It was originally a scene of utmost beauty, if not for the corpses and flesh scattered across the ground, and the distant, inhuman wails of the young leader.
In the blink of an eye, this person had already unleashed a sword strike that cleaved through more than ten zhang. It was only after a few bystanders, including Xiao Xia, reacted that they heard the thunderous sound of the sword energy slicing through the air and felt the suffocating force rushing towards them
The other fleeing individuals fared even worse, whether they were highly skilled experts hired with a fortune or seasoned incense masters, they appeared as fragile as paper under the hands of the gracefully dancing young women in white, who moved like butterflies. With each tug, grasp, and tear, they were shattered, and amidst the rising and falling cries of agony, they transformed one by one into incomplete corpses on the ground
The master's authority is ineffective, yet the master's words are indeed correct. The figure of the girl in white suddenly faded a little, and then appeared beside the person who was fleeing.
Indeed. I have been avoiding you all, so why rush over to seek death? The third girl appeared beside me, followed by the fourth, fifth, sixth... In just a few sentences, dozens of girls in white had gathered around, all with the same appearance, equally stunning and unparalleled. Some wore expressions of disdain, others exuded an elegant laziness, some displayed a light frown of anger, while others were playful and adorable. No one noticed how they had appeared; it felt so natural, as if they had always been there.
All the anger and spirit were released with this sword strike, causing the elder protector in mid-air to feel a momentary daze. Suddenly, he felt a tightness on his shoulder and turned to see a delicate, slender hand, akin to a spring onion, resting on him. Then, he noticed that another similar hand had also settled on his waist and the other shoulder. Two identical young women in white stood on either side of him, resembling the white-clad girl he had just reduced to fragments with his sword. The spring onion-like hands rested on his shoulders, and similarly, another hand gripped his waist and shoulder. The two young women held onto his shoulders and waist, and then, as if shaking out their clothes, they gently tugged and spread their arms, causing him to disintegrate completely, like a decayed rag doll that had been shaken violently after decades, scattering into countless fragments.
"Good monster..." These three words surged outward accompanied by waves of blood foam, causing the muscles on the face of the furious monk to twitch, distorting his features filled with rage, making it impossible to discern his true expression, as if he were both crying and laughing.
"Isn't it better to live well? Why follow along to die?" The girl on the right appeared somewhat annoyed, and this slight hint of anger made her already stunningly beautiful face seem even more vibrant.
With a loud bang, Hu Hufa's pair of meaty palms had once turned Tu Dafen, who had roamed Qingzhou for twenty-four years and had reached the sixth level of the Golden Bell Shield, into nothing more than rabbit meat paste. He had also rendered the leader of the Tiger Mountain Gang, who hid behind a one hundred and eighty-pound cold fire steel shield, into a fool. However, when his hands struck the seemingly delicate and weak little hands of the girl, there was no further movement beyond that sound. No matter how much Hu Hufa exerted himself, straining with bulging veins on his face, looking like a bear wrestling desperately with a rabbit, his palms could no longer press down even a fraction.
Although he had been completely skinned, Elder Zeng still recognized Young Master Bai at a glance. Forty years ago, Elder Zeng fought alongside Old Master Bai to establish their power, watching Young Master Bai grow up. Having no children of his own, the cry he let out was as mournful as if he himself had been skinned.
The girl in white frowned slightly, let out a soft hum, turned around in place, and immediately dozens of identical figures appeared around her, all of them turning and leaping towards the depths of the forest.
Others did not vomit, but their complexions were hardly better than his. When they pursued, most of them could guess that casualties in the battle were inevitable, but no one anticipated that it would come so swiftly and so strangely, and that the one who died was the elder protector, Zeng, who possessed the highest level of martial arts.
Uncle Zeng—"The young master Bai had almost forgotten the pain in his body. The blood rain that fell from the sky dripped onto him, and without skin, the bare flesh could feel the scorching heat of the blood even more clearly. His cries no longer resembled any human sound.
He was not mistaken; this one girl in white did not disappear inexplicably anymore. Instead, the figures of dozens of other girls in white suddenly vanished, and then this唯一 one raised her hands,迎向 those hands that were almost half her body size.
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