“Floating Life, kill!”
At Li Xingyue’s command, sharp whistles erupted as she raised her hand.
Wind blades suddenly shot out from every corner.
If not for the swirling dust, stones, and fallen leaves they carried, they would have been nearly invisible.
Su Zhan frowned.
She abandoned the idea of attacking again with her sword incantation.
Pushing off the wall behind her, she flipped backward and landed on the wall’s edge.
Using her movement technique, she darted to the side.
This wind blade had clearly solidified.
Its power was likely comparable to an ordinary spiritual sword.
Being hit by it would almost certainly cause serious injury.
The instant Su Zhan dodged sideways, the wind blade grazed her robe and punched a hole through the remaining section of wall behind her, sending stone fragments flying.
But it wasn’t over.
More sharp whistles sounded.
Several wind blades formed in front of Li Xingyue.
Her scarlet eyes were filled with savage ferocity.
She raised her hand and clenched her fist in a motion resembling drawing a bow.
In that instant, Su Zhan saw two arrays flash in mid-air.
So that’s how it is.
No wonder the attacks were so fierce yet Li Xingyue hadn’t used gravity arrays to restrict her movement.
If Su Zhan had been slowed down earlier, she would have been injured.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to—it was that she couldn’t.
The wind blades possessed such power because Li Xingyue had used gravity arrays to compress the swirling wind from both sides, condensing it into blade form.
With only one functional arm left, Li Xingyue couldn’t control the wind blades and restrain Su Zhan at the same time.
So she simply gave up on restraint and chose all-out offense.
More than ten wind blades. More than ten killing intents.
They wove a deadly net that enveloped Su Zhan.
For her, trading blows and injuries right now was not a wise choice.
Su Zhan reached out, trying to recall her natal spiritual sword from afar.
But Li Xingyue had anticipated this and gave her no chance.
Several wind blades shot toward both Su Zhan and the flying sword!
A sword cultivator’s true strength lay in her sword. Without it, facing these swift attacks would leave her powerless.
That was why Li Xingyue had chosen to continue attacking after being injured rather than wisely retreating.
“Ha!”
The approaching wind pressure tore the courtyard’s stone slabs apart.
The flying spiritual sword was knocked off course by the wind blades.
Although it continued flying toward Su Zhan, the blades aimed at her had already reached her.
The wind blades had clear targets—not to kill Su Zhan, but to attack her limbs.
This creature still coveted Su Zhan’s body.
In a moment of crisis, a pure moonlight slash came from Su Zhan’s hand.
It wrapped around her spiritual power, forming a shield in front of her.
The red sword tassel fluttered wildly in the wind before gently falling beside Su Zhan’s face once the gale died down.
It was Su Beiyan’s sword. Su Zhan had kept it in her storage ring, never intending to use it.
She hadn’t expected it to help her in such a situation.
The lethal killing intent was neutralized, but the fabric at Su Zhan’s shoulders and the hem of her skirt was inevitably torn by the scattered force, exposing the tender skin beneath and leaving several shallow, bloody gashes.
“You’re using Yan’er’s sword, wearing Yan’er’s clothes, and bearing Yan’er’s appearance—yet you still claim you’re not her?”
Li Xingyue laughed. It was a light, mocking laugh.
“Then what about you? A heart demon that should have died long ago—why don’t you just obediently die according to your Senior Sister’s wish?”
Su Zhan said coldly.
“Hehehe, I deserve to die?”
Li Xingyue waved her hand, sending another furious wind blade roaring toward Su Zhan. Her smile turned savage and vicious.
“You don’t even know what I’ve done. What gives you the right to say I deserve death?”
“If you’re talking about suppressing the demons, then I can only say you have no shame. That was clearly Senior Sister’s achievement.”
Su Zhan gripped the long sword in her hand and accurately blocked the wind blade, which had noticeably slowed down.
The wind blades, the moment they neared Su Zhan, inexplicably veered away from the sword and were easily flicked aside by her.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. I know you deserve to die. You killed people—innocent people.”
“Innocent? Bullshit!”
Li Xingyue roared in anger and began slowly walking toward Su Zhan.
With every step she took, arrays formed beneath her feet.
A powerful oppressive force descended from above, pressing down on Su Zhan so heavily it felt like it would crush her bones into the ground.
“Those who kill will be killed in turn! Since they came prepared to kill me, they weren’t innocent. What’s wrong with me killing them!”
Su Zhan’s muscles tensed all over. She used her sword to prop herself against the ground just to remain standing.
She silently watched Li Xingyue. When the woman had walked close enough, Su Zhan gathered all her strength to swing her sword.
But the heavy pressure on her suddenly vanished.
What followed was not relief, but a terrifying sense of weightlessness and a violent gust of wind surging up from beneath her feet.
Su Zhan was lifted into the air.
Suspended high with no purchase, her clothes flapped violently in the wind, tearing more and more, exposing larger areas of skin that were soon covered in fresh bloody cuts.
“If it weren’t for your slight resemblance to Yan’er, you would have died with the rest of them long ago. Not only you—everyone in Fangcheng would have died!”
Li Xingyue raised her left hand.
The gale carrying Su Zhan rose higher and spun faster and faster.
Throughout it all, Su Zhan only pressed her lips together and stared at her silently.
“I restrained myself and played house with you all because of you. Yet you don’t appreciate it and insist on angering me!”
She said coldly. “I didn’t want to cripple you before, but it’s too late to beg for mercy now.”
The gale carried her nearly a dozen zhang into the air.
An ordinary person falling from this height would surely die, but as a cultivator, Su Zhan would at most sustain injuries—and they would be light ones.
However, the brief moment of stiffness after Su Zhan hit the ground would be more than enough time for Li Xingyue to cripple her.
“Those who kill… will be killed in turn…”
Su Zhan closed her eyes and murmured helplessly.
She didn’t seem panicked.
Perhaps it was because she cultivated the Ruthless Dao, or perhaps she had already given up resistance.
At least in Li Xingyue’s eyes, Su Zhan had run out of options.
Her only possible escape would be sword flight.
But sword flight required perfect synchronization between the user and the spiritual sword.
Although it was simple and could usually be achieved in three days, Li Xingyue was certain Su Zhan couldn’t perform sword flight using Su Beiyan’s sword.
Unless Su Zhan was using her own natal spiritual sword right now…
Huh?!
Li Xingyue’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply.
She realized with horror that in her earlier rage, she had completely forgotten about Su Zhan’s natal spiritual sword.
In the split second her thoughts turned, her body stiffened.
A violent pain swept over her.
A rush of metallic sweetness surged up her throat.
Blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
Only then did she hear the sound of a blade slicing through the air…
The sword was faster than sound.
So fast that she couldn’t react, and even the wind couldn’t keep up.
Li Xingyue looked down in disbelief.
Sure enough, her natal spiritual sword, glowing with flowing light, had pierced her at some point.
The tip protruded from her chest, staining the front of her robe red with blood.