Chapter 133

"Lingbo Micro-Steps" unfolded, dodging the sharp edge of that blade; Jiang Sishui surged forward and returned a sword strike.

Sword met blade; two streams of true qi collided violently, stirring up a powerful air wave that spread outward like ripples, centered on the two.

Hei Hei Qiling, whose power was weaker, was directly blasted away, her entire body's blood and qi churning ceaselessly.

Jiang Sishui did not pursue; instead, he swung a sword at the crowd of Xueyueshen Sect disciples besieging the two women.

"Sword-Wave Style!"

A visible arc of sword qi, shaped like a half-moon, swept outward, containing three layers of sword force, and exploded within the crowd!

In an instant, nearly half of the fifty-plus disciples lay dead or wounded, their mangled corpses scattered everywhere.

"Late-stage Grandmaster!"

This burst of power also allowed everyone to clearly see Jiang Sishui's true strength, causing great shock in their hearts.

Just then, Jiang Sishui leaned his body backward, propping his long sword against the ground; under the pressure of his full weight, the blade bent into an arc, then suddenly snapped back up!

"Sword-Sweeping Style!"

A piece of gravel was flicked into the air, carrying sharp sword qi; with lightning speed, it pierced Yuan Hai's brow like an arrow.

Yuan Hai's charging body suddenly froze.

As a blood spot on his brow expanded, all strength was drained from his entire body; the crescent-moon shovel in his hand fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

One move killed the Incense Master of Liuhe Gang!

And it was done casually while retreating Hei Hei Qiling!

This nearly scared Dong Shiniang's heart out of her body.

Suddenly, a woman's urgent cry rang out: "Show mercy! Do not kill her!"

It was Shi Hongying who spoke.

Her brother, Shi Bai, commanded Liuhe Gang; under his banner were only these four capable generals, yet now, upon first meeting, one had been killed by an opponent.

If Dong Shiniang also fell here, then Shi Bai would be equivalent to having lost an arm; not only would his control over Liuhe Gang weaken greatly, but enemies would also take the opportunity to come and cause trouble.

This outcome was not what Shi Hongying wished to see, so she hurriedly spoke to plead for mercy.

In her panic, her shout forgot to mask her voice, allowing Dong Shiniang to instantly recognize her identity.

"Young Lady?"

Dong Shiniang wore a look of utter astonishment; she never expected the thief to be an "inside traitor"!

Jiang Sishui gave no reply, for Hei Hei Qiling had already attacked again.

However, he did not attack Dong Shiniang either.

As two Grandmasters clashed, the remaining Xueyueshen Sect disciples, fearless of death, continued charging toward the two women.

Dong Shiniang stood in place, her expression shifting uncertainly.

Just as she intended to escape amidst the chaos, a true qi voice transmission reached her ear: "If you dare run, I will kill you."

Dong Shiniang's foot, which had just lifted, froze instantly; her entire body became like a puppet, mechanical and dull.

Glancing back at Jiang Sishui, she took a deep breath, then whipped her long whip, striking a Xueyueshen Sect disciple so hard that he spat blood and flew sideways.

After struggling twice upon landing, he died.

The force of that whip strike had penetrated to the bone, directly crushing his heart.

After the most difficult first strike, Dong Shiniang instead became Gu Ji-free, swinging her whip straight into the crowd and opening a slaughter.

That ferocious intensity was even greater than Shi Hongying's.

Wang Yuyan, meanwhile, employed "Lingbo Micro-Steps," constantly moving along the battlefield's edge, making it impossible for anyone to touch her.

"Truly a clever woman."

A glance from Jiang Sishui's peripheral vision told him that Dong Shiniang intended to kill witnesses, leaving all Xueyueshen Sect disciples present dead on the spot.

At the same time, this act was also demonstrating her stance and attitude to Jiang Sishui.

The Hei Hei Qiling across from them could no longer sit still.

"Dong Shiniang! You dare kill my Xueyueshen Sect people; you are seeking death! Even Shi Bai will not let you off!"

Hearing Hei Hei Qiling's words, thick with killing intent, Dong Shiniang's delicate body trembled.

Hei Hei Qiling spoke correctly; if Shi Bai learned of this matter, he would likely not wait for Xueyueshen Sect to act, but would personally escort her to their door to beg for forgiveness.

For no other reason: Liuhe Gang could not afford to provoke Xueyueshen Sect!

But now, she had no retreat.

Therefore, Dong Shiniang directly ignored Hei Hei Qiling's warning and struck even more ruthlessly.

"Damn stinking old woman!" Hei Hei Qiling flew into a rage.

Jiang Sishui sneered, "You should worry about yourself instead."

Having spoken, his figure suddenly accelerated; as his long sword returned to its sheath, "Lingbo Micro-Steps" flickered, and he strangely flashed behind Hei Hei Qiling.

When his hand touched Hei Hei Qiling's shoulder, she horrifiedly discovered her true qi beginning to lose control and constantly flow out of her body.

"Art of Absorbing Power, demonic technique!"

Hei Hei Qiling's face changed; her body suddenly scattered, once again turning into nothingness.

"What formidable Wu Gong!"

Jiang Sishui sighed inwardly.

To break free from the control of "Northern Nether Divine Art" and escape, this bizarre martial art sparked intense interest in him.

Pity that the "Art of Absorbing Power" had not yet been obtained; he could only miss the opportunity.

At the same time, Jiang Sishui also realized he currently lacked a mental secret technique; otherwise, he could control Hei Hei Qiling's mind and make her speak it herself.

However, though he sighed, his actions under his hand were not slow in the slightest.

Seeing Hei Hei Qiling reform her body, Jiang Sishui flashed forward with "Lingbo Micro-Steps" and suddenly drew his sword to strike!

A sword gleam nearly two zhang long shot forth, swiftly catching up to Hei Hei Qiling, sweeping across like a hanging Tianhe, and directly severing both his legs.

"Ah——"

Hei Hei Qiling let out a miserable shriek; his severed legs cut off the flow of his true Qi, and his body uncontrollably plummeted, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Fresh blood dyed the earth red. Having lost too much blood, Hei Hei Qiling's face was deathly pale, yet he clenched his Yaguan tightly: "What… what a fast sword!"

Jiang Sishui smiled faintly: "It's called the 'Heavenly Sword Drawing Technique.'"

Hei Hei Qiling's Wu Gong was only on par with Jiumozhi's; in truth, he could have ended the battle long ago.

It was only because this was the first time he had encountered an Eerie martial arts that could make the body vanish into thin air that Jiang Sishui wanted to experience and familiarize himself with it a bit more.

Lest in the future, when facing an even stronger Apiluo King, he be led around by the nose.

Once he felt he'd had enough, the game was over.

"Heavenly Sword Drawing Technique…" Hei Hei Qiling murmured, then said: "This move is useless against the Cult Master; he will avenge me."

"Perhaps. I'll be waiting." Jiang Sishui paid it no heed.

Now, apart from a demigod, any Heavenly Being could afford to offend him—what was one Apiluo King?

Without wasting further words on Hei Hei Qiling, he stepped forward and sealed the man's acupoints, cutting off the last possibility of a counterattack.

Then he turned and called out: "Yuyan."

Wang Yuyan understood, her delicate chin dipping slightly, and stepped forward to begin plundering Hei Hei Qiling's cultivation.

Yuyan?

Shi Hongying's heart jolted at the way Jiang Sishui addressed Wang Yuyan.

Yuyan… the soul-draining demonic art… the agile movement technique… and that terrifying swordsmanship so fast one couldn't even see it clearly…

All these traits linked together, and she instantly guessed Jiang Sishui's identity.

Shi Hongying stepped forward quickly, her curious gaze for the first time seriously sizing up Jiang Sishui.

This diary's owner—she had wanted to meet him in person ever since the very first day she obtained a copy of the diary.

But because of her brother's matter, she had never had the time, never expecting to run into him by chance today.

Still, to avoid recognizing the wrong person, she asked anyway: "What's your name?"

148 To keep her alive, one must go to Mantuo Shanzhuang

Looking at Shi Hongying, whose attitude before and after was rather contrasting, Jiang Sishui laughed: "How about it? Now do you believe I was helping you?"

Shi Hongying nodded, urging: "I believe, I believe—quick, tell me your name."

Watching Shi Hongying's anxious look, Jiang Sishui's heart stirred, and he did not answer.

"What? Can't you say it?"

"Of course I can, but I have one condition."

"What condition?"