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"What are you afraid of?"
The leading cultivator sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
"First cripple her cultivation, then sever her tendons. At that point, she'll be nothing more than a plaything in our hands. What trouble can she possibly cause then?"
As he spoke, he winked at his companions, "Stop dawdling, grab her now! I can't wait to taste the Tushan royal family!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several cultivators moved at the same time.
They took out a golden rope, a specially made rope that could suppress demonic power.
Tu Shan Ya Ya took a small step back, and for the first time, fear and despair appeared in her eyes.
Someone...someone save me...
Sister... Rongrong...
Chapter 24 Goodbye Vixen
Amidst the broken branches and scattered pebbles, traces of magical energy still lingered.
Li Quzhuo leaned against a crooked tree, looking at the two figures facing off in the middle of the field, and waved his hand helplessly.
"Stop fighting! How long has it been? From midday to sunset, even the strongest body can't take it. Take a break."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quan Baye and Mu Qinghan in the arena moved almost simultaneously.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting briefly.
The next second, the Wangquan Sword in Wangquan Baye's hand hummed, and the brilliant golden light disappeared into the sword.
Mu Qinghan also gently turned his wrist and tucked the wooden sword back into his waistband.
The little bit of dust on the sword made this unassuming wooden sword look even more rustic.
To outsiders, the fierce battle that lasted for nearly two hours ended in a draw.
But Wang Quanba knew in his heart that he had lost, and lost completely.
As he sheathed his sword, he stroked the hilt of the Royal Sword; the icy touch couldn't suppress the complex emotions welling up inside him.
During their exchange, Mu Qinghan's moves seemed ordinary, yet she always managed to neutralize his attacks at crucial moments, clearly indicating that she had a backup plan.
He... definitely still has top-tier moves he hasn't used.
What troubled him even more was that Xiao Qinghan had only ever used an ordinary wooden sword, while he was wielding the Wangquan Sword, the number one sword in the world.
According to clan rules, only the head of the family is qualified to wield this royal sword; no one else in the clan is even allowed to touch it.
But now, in the family, the words of the father, Wang Quan Shouzhuo, are an ironclad rule.
Who gave her father such top-tier strength that he could look down on the entire Dao Alliance? He single-handedly upheld the reputation of the Wang Quan family as the number one family in the world.
In the morning, he went to his father and asked to borrow the Wangquan Sword to spar with his best friend. He thought he would be rejected, but Wangquan Shouzhuo just glanced at him and handed it to him casually.
"Take it and use it. Winning or losing doesn't matter. Just make sure you see the gap."
At this moment, Wang Quanba looked at Mu Qinghan's composed figure and finally understood the meaning behind his father's words.
So-called divine weapons and powerful artifacts appear so powerless in the face of absolute strength.
We still need to... strengthen ourselves!
He sighed softly, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Mu Qinghan, and said with a hint of composure, "I lost this match."
Mu Qinghan nodded and returned to Mu Shenqi's side.
Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation of demonic energy caught his attention. He looked to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Mu Shenqi put his arm around his younger brother's shoulder, his face full of smiles.
"Impressive, brother. You've defeated even the most powerful and influential kingdoms. I admire you."
Mu Qinghan remained silent, staring into the distance.
The setting sun cast dappled light and shadow through the sparse branches in the forest.
The seven or eight cultivators who were originally arrogant were now reduced to only three standing there in a sorry state.
The others remained frozen in place, sharp icicles embedded in their chests or throats, dark red blood beads condensed on the glistening icicles, and they had long since stopped breathing.
The cold corpse blended into the surrounding frost, emanating a chilling aura.
Tu Shan Ya Ya squatted on the cold ground, her body covered in dust and blood.
A pair of iconic folded ears drooped limply, and the body trembled slightly.
Her demonic power was exhausted, and she lay limp and powerless, without even the strength to lift her hand.
Only those once bright and lively eyes still burned with an indomitable flame.
"Damn it...Damn it!"
The leading Taoist priest stared at his brother's cold corpse on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead. He practically roared out those words through gritted teeth.
He never expected that this little fox demon could unleash such astonishing power in such a desperate situation, instantly losing most of his men.
"You damned fox, you're asking for it!"
"Cough cough..."
Tu Shan Ya Ya coughed twice, a trickle of bright red blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand without a care, a mocking smile on her face, her eyes fixed on the leading cultivator.
"What a pity, I couldn't... kill you, you ugly monster, with my own hands."
"I will kill you!"
The leading cultivator was completely enraged and kicked Tu Shan Ya Ya.
With a muffled thud, Tu Shan Ya Ya fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the ground in front of her.
She struggled to lift her head, her gaze still defiant: "That's it?"
"Hahaha!"
The leading cultivator became even more frenzied, provoked by her gaze, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"How dare you talk to me like that? Today I'll make you wish you were dead!"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, reaching out to tear off Tu Shan Ya Ya's clothes.
Tu Shan Ya Ya closed her eyes, and tears of despair slid down her cheeks, soaking the dirt on her face.
Exhausted of her magic and in excruciating pain, she truly had no strength left to resist.
"what--!"
Before the leading cultivator could even touch the hem of Tu Shan Ya Ya's clothes, he was flung away by a sudden, tremendous force.
The remaining two Taoist priests froze in shock and turned to look in astonishment.
Several figures suddenly appeared beside them.
The young man at the head of the group was dressed in white with a wooden sword at his waist.
Behind him followed Wang Quanba Ye, Li Quzhuo, and others, all with solemn expressions.
"what happened?"
Wang Quanba frowned, his gaze sweeping over the frozen corpse on the ground and the wounded Tu Shan Ya Ya, his tone tinged with coldness.
Just now, Xiao Qinghan suddenly ran this way, and they followed closely behind, never expecting to see such a tragic scene.
Tu Shan Ya Ya supported herself on the ground and struggled to lift her head.
Through the blurred tears, her gaze fell upon the white-clad boy before her.
It was him who just casually tossed that fierce-looking Taoist leader away with a single move.
Mu Qinghan looked down at her, his gaze falling on her blood-stained clothes and the frozen corpses around her, his brows furrowing slightly.
His eyes were indifferent, yet they conveyed a cold detachment, and his voice was devoid of any warmth when he spoke.
"You...killed someone?"
These words were like a cold needle, piercing Tu Shan Ya Ya's heart unexpectedly.
She stared blankly at Mu Qinghan, momentarily forgetting to react.
Despite the fear of being surrounded, the excruciating pain of exhausting her demonic power, and the despair of facing humiliation, she gritted her teeth and didn't shed a single tear.
But now, facing those eyes that showed not a shred of sympathy, the pent-up grievances instantly broke through her defenses.
"It's them!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice was choked with sobs, her originally sharp voice becoming hoarse. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
"They surrounded me first, trying to capture me! They even said they would sell me to the Celestial Academy, cripple my cultivation, and torture me... I had no choice but to kill them!"
She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her chest heaving violently. When the pain aggravated her wound, she couldn't help but gasp in pain, yet she still stubbornly glared at Mu Qinghan.
It's as if they're waiting for a fair judgment.
Can we really talk about fairness between humans and demons?
"Celestial Academy..."
When Deng Qiyue, who was standing at the back of the crowd, heard those three words, his pupils suddenly contracted.
A pair of venomous eyes flashed through my mind in an instant.
He clenched his fists instinctively, a complex expression flashing across his face.
"Sigh, it's the Celestial Academy again..."
Chapter 25 Moved
The two stunned Taoist priests finally came to their senses and hurriedly tried to explain themselves, their faces turning red.
"It was clearly you, you fox demon, who suddenly attacked us; we were only forced to fight back!"
"Yes! How could you turn the tables and accuse me like this?!"
The leader struggled to his feet, wincing in pain from his back, but still stubbornly shouted.