Chapter 147

Human nature... was it really this cruel?

Not a single person helped her or her sister...

But even if her father had scattered his family wealth, he would surely have left a treasure for her and her sister.

Why didn't she have one?

This was the thing that baffled her the most.

As she pondered, Geng Zheng tapped his finger lightly.

Runes filled the sky, condensing into blood swords that pointed at the three of them.

His eyes were filled with calm murderous intent as he said leisurely.

"Actually, we found that there was one more person who received your father's heirloom, but he didn't come to the Zhang family."

"Perhaps he's already hiding somewhere, enjoying his wealth."

"Regardless, you have no hope left."

He thoroughly enjoyed the look of growing despair in Jiang Yunqing's eyes.

This was even more satisfying than killing.

To kill, one must strike at the heart!

"Speak, where is your sister?" He took a step forward, his pressure immense, and demanded.

He broke Jiang Yunqing's will step by step, just to extract the whereabouts of her sister.

Jiang Yunqing's eyes trembled slightly.

Her sister was still alive?!

This was precious information.

She gritted her teeth, remaining silent for a long time.

She didn't know where her sister Jiang Lan was, and even if she did, she couldn't say!

She stared fixedly at Geng Zheng, stubborn murderous intent continuously gathering in her eyes.

Geng Zheng smiled coldly and ordered the surrounding assassins.

"Enough, I don't have much time to waste."

"Do it, kill them."

His tone was light.

Since he couldn't get an answer, there was no need to waste time.

At his command, all the assassins attacked at once!

The three runic blood swords hovering in front of him also flew out at high speed!

Terrifying blade lights and sword shadows swept over, locking onto the three of them.

Under the close-range siege of so many Third-Turn elite assassins, even a Fourth-Turn expert wouldn't dare say they could escape unscathed.

These few Second-Turn youths could be said to be dead for sure!

Despairing murderous intent instantly enveloped the entire scene.

Jiang Yunqing had already been restrained by the group and couldn't escape.

Two long blades, carrying a bloody, fierce light, slashed toward her neck.

The two assassins behind her were the Zhang family's most elite assassins, and they had used many heavenly treasures to improve their physical attributes, making their combat power far stronger than others at the same level.

Mental energy flowed on the blades, and the violent killing intent was incomparably cold.

Jiang Yunqing clenched her fists, her eyes full of unwillingness, but she was powerless.

Crystal-clear tears slid from her eyes.

Besides pain, there was also hatred!

The Zhang family was cruel and shameless, even killing Wu Meng who had helped them.

She knew that everything was over...

She couldn't avenge her father, sister, or family.

Her two best friends were also going to die because of her.

If there were an afterlife, she would definitely... become the strongest person and kill every single member of the Zhang family!

She was willing to become a demon!

Yan Ze frowned, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on the skills attacking from the sky.

Even at this last moment, he still hadn't given up, still thinking about how to break the deadlock.

But he knew in his heart... everything was futile!

Ji Yao raised her head, looking at the endless skills attacking, and slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, she felt a bit of regret in her heart.

But... she never regretted it.

Because her life had already been lucky.

She had met close friends and had family who loved her.

And the person she liked was also so outstanding...

She was content.

In the moment before death, she had no complaints.

She even revealed a faint, desperate smile, with a touch of detachment in her eyes.

In the darkness before her, she seemed to see Su Ming's blurred back.

She heard a familiar, phantom voice.

"Hey... open your eyes..."

"How can you give up?"

That was the person she loved.

The voice was ethereal, hard to touch, and echoed.

She knew this was fake, her own hallucination.

But she still opened her eyes gently.

Even if she died, she had to die clearly.

This was what Su Ming had said to her when they were in school.

The moment she opened her eyes, her gaze froze.

Her slightly red, clear eyes reflected several violent sword auras.

The scene before her was something she would never forget.

She saw a brilliant figure, carrying bloody wild thunder from the end of her vision, flashing over with destructive force.

He transformed into horizontal thunder, moving along the ground, his posture fast to the extreme!

Boom!!!

Boom!

Boom!

The deafening thunderous roar approached at high speed, as if true thunder from the nine heavens had exploded in her ears.

The figure was as fast as a startled swan, leaving a scorched path behind him and a massive, deep ravine.

Passing through hundreds of meters, the withered grass on the ground was cut off by the storm-like sword aura.

The corpses of the mountain village were all shattered into powder and residue by the thunder, with black ash drifting in the air.

Too fast...

Ji Yao had never seen any class-changer in her life with such speed!

It was simply like teleportation!

The next instant, the figure arrived before her.

Standing in front of her, holding a sword in one hand.

His black hair fluttered, his back to the light, his tattered grey shirt dancing in the wind.

In his eyes, brilliant golden light flickered, as if he could see through all things in the world.

Several blood-stained flying swords circled, danced, and floated beside him.

These blades had already pierced through the bodies of several people in that instant just now.

A small golden hourglass floated beside the person, the golden sand within it flowing away.