Chapter 264: Revenge

"Revenge?"

Seeing Chunhua and Qiuyue surge onto the stage with killing intent.

Li Yilan and Ye Xiaozhi merely exchanged a glance.

Immediately, the curve of their curled lips was like winter's icy cold, able to freeze boiling hot blood in an instant.

Li Yilan lightly touched the sword hilt; the ancient runes etched on the scabbard glowed faintly with her movement.

Her voice clear and cold like shattered jade on ice, she said: "Junior sister, since they sincerely seek death, let them follow in the dust of Bu Mingfeng and Haoyang."

She finished speaking.

She turned to Ye Xiaozhi, a fleeting hint of concern flashing in her eyes, and said: "Then give it your all, so they die without a place to bury."

Ye Xiaozhi gave a slight nod; her jet-black hair stirred without wind, and the silver needles hidden in her hair glinted with a chilling light.

She tapped the ground with her toes, shooting forth like an arrow released from a bow, tracing a brilliant silver arc in the air.

The white long robe she wore fluttered loudly as she moved swiftly.

Suddenly, the hem of the robe sparked with azure flames.

In an instant, the entire fabric was dyed ink-black, as if night had fallen, enveloping her in a mysterious and dangerous aura.

As her form became illusory, her silhouette gradually turned transparent, finally vanishing from everyone's sight.

Only a faint, elusive chill remained in the air.

That was the unique aura born from the fusion of cold poison and night abilities.

Like an invisible blade, it stabbed the nerves of everyone present.

It let everyone present understand that although Ye Xiaozhi had disappeared, she was even more terrifying lurking in the darkness.

Chunhua also sensed it; her pupils contracted sharply.

As a top assassin of the Hell Gate Sect, her sense of danger far surpassed that of ordinary people.

She suddenly rolled backward, her twin daggers stabbing at the void behind her like a snake flicking its tongue.

However, aside from the sharp whistling of the air being pierced, there was no other response.

Qiuyue, meanwhile, formed hand seals and murmured incantations.

One after another, talismans imbued with terrifying power flew from her fingertips.

They formed a protective barrier in the air, the cinnabar runes on the talismans flashing with an eerie red light.

These talismans were no ordinary objects; they were drawn using the essence blood of thirteen demon beasts mixed with a thousand-year-old corpse oil.

They could both trap enemies and absorb the power of their attacks.

Just then, Li Yilan moved.

Beneath her feet, a massive sword-shaped formation three zhang in diameter appeared.

Countless sword qi shot up from the formation, swirling around her to form an impenetrable vortex of sword energy.

Her long hair flew wildly in the sword qi, her plain white robes rustling, making her seem like a spirit of the sword.

With a clear shout,

Li Yilan drew her long sword; as the blade trembled, a sword light a hundred zhang long tore through the heavens, carrying the force of splitting heaven and earth, slashing toward Chunhua.

Wherever the sword light passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing roar.

The ground was even plowed by the sword qi into a bottomless gully.

Chunhua's face changed drastically; she hurriedly recalled all her talismans to the front, trying to block this terrifying strike.

However, before Li Yilan's sword light, those talismans were like paper and were instantly torn apart.

Just as the sword light was about to strike Chunhua,

Qiuyue suddenly leapt forward, her twin rings spinning rapidly into a golden light shield that blocked Chunhua.

Dense Sanskrit inscriptions appeared on the surface of the shield.

This was the protection transformed from the Hell Gate Sect's supreme art, the Vajra Indestructible Mantra.

Boom!

The sword light and shield collided, sending out a shockwave like a hurricane that swept across the entire arena.

Everyone circulated their energy to resist; some weaker disciples were directly flung away, slamming into the distant mountain wall and spitting blood.

Those slightly stronger were also shaken, their qi and blood surging, their faces flushed.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qiuyue's face turned as pale as paper, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Chunhua seized the opportunity to counterattack, her twin daggers emanating a greenish toxic mist.

This was the Hell Gate Sect's secret Bone-Corroding Powder.

Even a mere trace of it on a Spirit Sea Realm expert would sever their meridians within three breaths.

At the same time.

The long-absent Ye Xiaozhi finally appeared.

Her apparition appeared like a ghost three zhang behind Qiuyue, her short blade flashing with a cold light.

Qiuyue's mental alarm blared; she wanted to turn and defend, but felt the surrounding air as if bound by an invisible force.

It turned out Ye Xiaozhi had long ago cast the Shadow Prison in the dark, restricting her movements.

Ye Xiaozhi's short blade pierced Qiuyue's back heart precisely, and the cold poison swiftly spread along the wound.

That cold poison, combined with her night abilities, froze the meridians and corroded the flesh wherever it passed.

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

Qiuyue muttered to herself as her body slowly collapsed.

She never understood, even to her death, why she, the favored disciple of the Hell Gate Sect's Blazing Helm Chief and master of seventy-two assassination techniques, would be defeated by an unknown little girl.

Ye Xiaozhi coldly withdrew her short blade, her figure vanishing once more into the void, leaving only a faint afterimage.