Chapter 415

The speed of this Heaven-Reliant Sword was simply too fast; it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Bai Bai Niangzi’s eyelids twitched violently; her reaction was also extremely fast, and she immediately used the Lingbo Micro-steps to dodge.

"Shua." The Heaven-Reliant Sword grazed her side, drawing out a string of scarlet blood beads.

"Ah!" Bai Bai Niangzi wailed in pain; a hideous wound had been carved into her right shoulder by the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and blood stained her clothes red.

"You cannot escape; all people of the Demon Sect will die here."

Zhang Zhang Wuji sneered, flicked his wrist, and the Heaven-Reliant Sword burst forth with dazzling light.

"Clang."

He held the sword and swept it horizontally; the sword light flashed, and the sword Qi surged.

This sword strike contained the Yang energy of the Nine Yang Divine Art; the sword Qi was domineering and incomparably sharp, enough to cut through metal and stone.

Facing such swift sword techniques, Bai Bai Niangzi had nowhere to hide.

Her heart was filled with anxiety, yet she was helpless, watching the Heaven-Reliant Sword approach her throat without the power to resist.. ....

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal colliding echoed throughout the entire inn.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s Heaven-Reliant Sword clashed with the snake staffs used by the Black and White Envoys, sparking intense fire.

Although the snake staffs in the hands of the Black and White Envoys were hard and could be called indestructible, they still could not withstand the power of the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

The snake staffs shattered inch by inch, and the sword edge mercilessly sliced across their necks.

Two large heads flew off, blood sprayed, and the stench of blood was pungent.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.

Bai Bai Niangzi stared blankly at the corpses of the Black and White Envoys; she had not expected that she would actually fall into Zhang Zhang Wuji’s hands.

However, at this moment, she felt a sense of relief.

"Zhang Zhang Wuji, this time I have lost to you. But you don't need to worry; when our Demon Sect Leader arrives, you will definitely lose your life."

Zhang Zhang Wuji put away the Heaven-Reliant Sword, his gaze fixed on the snake staffs on the ground, his eyes somewhat strange.

The weapons of these two people were actually so powerful that they could contend with the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Wuji did not answer her, Bai Bai Niangzi felt somewhat angry.

She struggled to stand up and said, "I know you are very powerful, but I advise you, it is better not to meddle in this matter."

She knew Zhang Zhang Wuji would not let her go, so she spoke bluntly.

Zhang Zhang Wuji glanced at her coldly and said, "Thank you for the reminder, but I do not intend to leave yet."

"What do you want?" A sense of ominous foreboding welled up in Bai Bai Niangzi’s heart.

Zhang Zhang Wuji said, "Tell me where my Master is first, otherwise, I will kill you immediately."

Bai Bai Niangzi’s expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed, "You are not human!"

She finally understood Zhang Zhang Wuji’s intention; it turned out he wanted to exterminate the people of the Demon Sect.

She bit her silver teeth, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly gave a miserable laugh, saying, "Want to kill us? No way! You will never know where our Leader is."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s heart was filled with anger.

He said coldly, "I know your secret, so you cannot live."

As the words fell, he curled his right hand into a fist and struck out fiercely.

Every step Zhang Zhang Wuji took left a sunken footprint on the ground; he was like a cannonball, charging toward Bai Bai Niangzi.

Bai Bai Niangzi was scared out of her wits, shouting in panic as she dodged to the side, attempting to escape.

It was a pity that her martial arts were inferior to Zhang Zhang Wuji’s, and she could only watch helplessly as Zhang Zhang Wuji drew closer and closer to her.

Her figure stumbled, and she almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhang Zhang Wuji about to reach her, Bai Bai Niangzi closed her eyes, a look of madness appearing on her face, as if she intended to resist to the death.

Just at this critical moment—

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and immediately after, a graceful, beautiful figure appeared beside Bai Bai Niangzi.

She landed lightly, her beautiful face carrying a trace of coldness as she looked at Zhang Zhang Wuji and said, "You must be Zhang Zhang Wuji."

Her tone carried a sense of indifference.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stopped in his tracks, looking at this young girl with vigilance.

The girl was about twenty years of age, with a graceful figure, skin whiter than snow, curved and slender eyebrows, and thick, dark, bright eyelashes.

She wore a blue gown, with a verdant jade flute hanging diagonally across her back.

She stood there quietly, yet she seemed like a fairy from a painting, independent of the world, transcendent and holy.

The aura radiating from her body was extremely powerful and unfathomable.

A sense of danger arose in Zhang Zhang Wuji’s heart.

"Who are you?" Zhang Zhang Wuji asked.

The woman did not speak, only looking deeply at Zhang Zhang Wuji before taking Bai Bai Niangzi and leaving.

Watching the woman walk further and further away until she disappeared from sight, Zhang Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at the corpses of the Black and White Envoys on the ground, frowning.

"She doesn't seem to know me," he murmured. 050

He had felt a strange sensation from the woman just now, yet he vaguely felt it was familiar, making it impossible to fathom.

"Forget it, no matter who she is, this matter has nothing to do with her; don't provoke her." Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head and cast the matter to the back of his mind.

On the other side, Su Hang was gazing in the direction of Zhang Zhang Wuji, his heart full of worry; he knew Zhang Zhang Wuji had an obsession, and he might not necessarily listen to his words.

But he still held a glimmer of hope that this person could change his mind.

However, many people came to him for fortune-telling, and most would not listen to his words, often suffering great losses.

Su Hang sighed softly, and then stopped paying attention to others.