Chapter 340

Human nature... was it really this cruel?

There wasn't a single person who helped her and her sister...

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

Why didn't she have one?

This was the one thing she could never figure out.

While she was pondering, Geng Zheng tapped his finger lightly.

Runes flowed across the sky, condensing into blood swords, pointing at the three of them from afar.

His eyes held a flat killing intent as he said leisurely.

"Come to think of it, we actually found out that there was one other person who received your father's relic, but he didn't come to the Zhang family."

"Perhaps he is already hiding somewhere, enjoying his wealth and glory."

"Regardless, you have no hope left."

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

This was even more satisfying than killing.

To kill a person, one must strike at their heart!

"Speak, where is your sister?" He stepped forward, his aura surging, and demanded.

He was crushing 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 wouldn't say!

She stared fixedly at Geng Zheng, the stubborn killing intent in her eyes constantly condensing.

Geng Zheng's smile was chilling, and he 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 struck together!

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

Terrifying blade light 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 claim they could escape unscathed.

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

Despairing killing intent instantly shrouded the entire scene.

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

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

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

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

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 hate!

The Zhang family was cruel and shameless; they even wanted to kill 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 sky-filling offensive skills.

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

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

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 intimate good 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 desperate, faint smile, with a bit of detachment in her eyes.

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

She heard a familiar, illusory 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, a hallucination of her own.

But, she still opened her eyes gently.

Even in death, one must 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.

In her slightly red, clear eyes, several violent sword auras were reflected.

The scene before her was one she would never forget for eternity.

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

He turned into horizontal thunder, moving close to the ground, his posture fast to the extreme!

Boom!!!

Boom!

Boom!

The deafening sound of thunder approached at high speed, as if real thunder from the nine heavens was exploding in her ears.

The figure was as fast as a startled swan, leaving a scorched path and a massive deep ravine in his wake.

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 shattered into powder and residue by the thunder, with black ash drifting in the air.

Too fast...

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

It was simply like teleportation!

The next instant, the figure had arrived close by.

Standing before her, holding a sword in one hand.

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

In his eyes, brilliant golden light flickered, as if he could see through all things in the human 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, with golden sand flowing within.