Chapter 420

Zhang Zhang Wuji lay alone on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly, a faint rustle of wind came from outside the window.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s mind went on alert; he quickly climbed out of bed and fixed his gaze on the window.

The window was pushed open, and a figure in green drifted in. Zhang Zhang Wuji scrutinized the visitor’s appearance and, seeing she was masked, asked with suspicion, “Miss, sneaking into an inn in the dead of night, are you not afraid of being misunderstood?”

She walked to the bedside and removed her mask. Zhang Zhang Wuji did not recognize this person and asked skeptically, “I do not know what important business brings you here in the middle of the night?”

She said, “My surname is Liu, given name Ying’er. To disturb Young Master Zhang’s rest so presumptuously, I am truly forced by circumstances.”

“So it is Miss Liu!” Zhang Zhang Wuji realized.

This woman was none other than a subordinate of the Deputy Flag Master of the Green Dragon Flag of the Demonic Cult. The Green Dragon Flag was one of the two strongest factions within the Demonic Cult, and the number of experts with superb Wu Gong under its banner was countless, among whom were many top-tier masters.

“I wonder what instruction Miss Liu has for me?”

“Young Master Zhang, our Young Master has ordered me to bring a message to you.” Liu Ying’er took a jade pendant from her bosom and handed it to Zhang Zhang Wuji.

“A jade pendant?”

Zhang Zhang Wuji reached out to take the pendant, but his expression suddenly changed. He retreated rapidly as a long saber thrust out from the void, forcing Zhang Zhang Wuji to back away, his movements slowed by half a beat.

The long saber pierced Zhang Zhang Wuji’s right arm, and fresh blood flowed down his limb.

Zhang Zhang Wuji looked down at his injured arm, then looked up and said coldly, “You are a person of the Demonic Cult.”

Liu Ying’er withdrew her long saber and said indifferently, “Young Master Zhang is indeed clever; this saves me the trouble of talking nonsense.”

Zhang Zhang Wuji snorted and channeled his light-body technique, preparing to flee.

Liu Ying’er flicked her wrist, and the long saber transformed once more into a streak of cold light, shooting toward Zhang Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stomped hard with his feet, his entire body launching into the air.

Zhang Zhang Wuji kicked hard against the eaves, his body using the force of the rebound to fly into the distance.

Liu Ying’er pursued closely; she seemed to have anticipated that Zhang Zhang Wuji would use a light-body technique, so she followed suit and leaped onto the roof beams.

“Let us find another place to fight.”

After throwing these words at Liu Ying’er, Zhang Zhang Wuji jumped onto another nearby roof.

“Hehe…” Liu Ying’er followed, a curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

Soon, the two exchanged a few more moves, and Zhang Zhang Wuji gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Zhang Zhang Wuji cursed himself for being too careless. He had always thought the Demonic Cult’s style of Wu Gong was insidious and strange, but Liu Ying’er’s style was grand, upright, overbearing, and fierce.

“Young Master Zhang, your sword technique is not bad, but it is a pity you met me; your defeat is fated.” Liu Ying’er smiled contemptuously and said, “Obediently surrender, otherwise, in a moment, it will no longer be up to you.”

Zhang Zhang Wuji said coldly, “Even if I am defeated, I will absolutely not submit. As for you, Miss Liu, I wonder if you can bear the charge of betraying the Demonic Cult.”

A flash of anger crossed Liu Ying’er’s eyes. She let out a delicate shout, “If that is the case, I will kill you first!”

Before Liu Ying’er’s voice had faded, the long saber in her hand transformed into a sheet of cold stars, heading straight for Zhang Zhang Wuji’s chest. She was actually preparing to kill him in one blow, intending to take Zhang Zhang Wuji’s life.

Zhang Zhang Wuji raised the Heaven-Reliant Sword to parry.

The long saber struck the Heaven-Reliant Sword, erupting with a loud noise. Zhang Zhang Wuji felt his web between thumb and forefinger ache, and the Heaven-Reliant Sword nearly slipped from his grasp.

Liu Ying’er smiled coldly, “Zhang Zhang Wuji, it seems your kung fu has weakened quite a bit.”

“Let us continue fighting.” Zhang Zhang Wuji swung the long sword in his hand toward Liu Ying’er.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword, like a venomous snake, lunged straight for Liu Ying’er’s throat.

Liu Ying’er held her long saber horizontally. With a *ding-dang* sound, the Heaven-Reliant Sword struck her saber, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The immense force transmitted from the Heaven-Reliant Sword forced her back several steps.

After steadying her stance, her eyes narrowed. Looking at Zhang Zhang Wuji, her gaze grew increasingly icy, her murderous intent fully exposed.

“Good! Good! Good!”

Liu Ying’er said the word ‘good’ three times, then said, “I want to see how long you can hold out!”

Having said that, she attacked Zhang Zhang Wuji once more.

Zhang Zhang Wuji threw a punch with his left hand.

The fist force and palm shadows collided, emitting a dull sound. Zhang Zhang Wuji felt a surge of powerful internal energy rush into his meridians; he hurriedly channeled his own internal energy to resist.

Liu Ying’er retreated several steps before stopping, her face slightly flushed; it was clear her internal energy was over-exhausted.

She did not charge again but calmed down, her gaze scanning the surrounding environment, searching for a suitable method of attack.

After Zhang Zhang Wuji steadied himself, his breathing was slightly disordered. Although he had not suffered any injuries from the head-on clash of internal energy, his energy had been depleted, and it was not advisable to continue fighting.

He also observed Liu Ying’er’s state and found it was the same for her.

“This woman does not dare to prolong the battle; it must be because of me.”

Zhang Zhang Wuji mused, “She is a person of the Demonic Cult; it is truly strange, why would she ambush me?”

“Who exactly are you?” Zhang Zhang Wuji asked.

Liu Ying’er ignored Zhang Zhang Wuji, remaining silent.

Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned and said, “How about we make a deal?”

“What deal?”

Zhang Zhang Wuji lowered his voice and said, “You tell me where the Demonic Cult is, how about that?”

Liu Ying’er snorted coldly. She had been brainwashed by the Demonic Cult for too long, and Li Mongolian Yuan was also the man she loved, so she was naturally devoted to the Demonic Cult, never imagining that her husband was already dead.

She said, “No matter what conditions you propose, it is impossible to change my determination!”

Zhang Zhang Wuji sighed and said, “Fine, then let us continue.”

“Hmph!” Liu Ying’er snorted coldly and attacked Zhang Zhang Wuji with her saber.

Zhang Zhang Wuji raised his sword to meet the enemy.

The two tangled again. In the blink of an eye, over ten moves had passed, and Zhang Zhang Wuji’s Heaven-Reliant Sword was stained with Liu Ying’er’s blood.

Liu Ying’er looked at Zhang Zhang Wuji coldly and said, “How has your sword technique become so much weaker? Is it because your internal energy is severely depleted?”

“You guessed correctly, my internal energy is indeed over-exhausted.” Zhang Zhang Wuji said calmly, “However, even so, I think winning against you is still not a difficult task.”

“Utterly arrogant!”

Liu Ying’er scolded coldly, and the long saber in her hand danced even more crazily. The saber Qi was biting and cold, enough to make one’s heart tremble with fear.

Zhang Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth and persisted. His Wu Gong was already inferior to Liu Ying’er’s, and with the depletion of his internal energy, it was even harder to hold on.

Seeing this, Liu Ying’er was overjoyed. She seized the opportunity and slashed down fiercely with her long saber.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s thoughts flashed like lightning; he immediately employed the Ladder-Climbing Technique to avoid Liu Ying’er’s long saber.

“Hmph, want to run? No way!”

Liu Ying’er’s long saber flipped suddenly, hacking toward Zhang Zhang Wuji’s waist.

Zhang Zhang Wuji had no choice but to raise his sword to block.

The blades collided, sparks flying.

Zhang Zhang Wuji was shaken back repeatedly, finally falling to the ground and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Liu Ying’er laughed aloud, “Zhang Zhang Wuji, today you must die!”

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s heart was full of bitterness; he had not expected to fall into such a situation.