Chapter 466

These invisible Qi blades all seemed to be controlled by someone, suddenly changing their move, attacking once more from an extremely bizarre angle.

Then the disciples of the Sidamen Sect who charged at the very front were all killed in a single strike, without exception.

Only this time, too many disciples of the Sidamen Sect were tempted, each one striving desperately to be first.

Even seeing the people ahead being killed outright, they still charged forward, fearless of death.

But Huang Xuemei's zither music never stopped, the invisible Qi blades densely packed.

Killing these Sidamen Sect disciples was truly faster than reaping wheat.

In no time at all, the Sidamen Sect disciples who had been making a tremendous racket, shouting about seizing the Heavenly Demon Zither and killing the Huang Xuemei siblings,

were already piled in corpses and the wounded; at least the great majority of disciples had already bled out at the Flying Tiger Escort Agency.

Not a single disciple could charge within one zhang of Huang Xuemei.

"This woman isn't human, I don't want any damn reward anymore."

The collapse of a person's psychological defense line is often but a single instant.

Seeing so many companions fallen ahead, the area before Huang Xuemei was like an Asura battlefield.

Immediately, those of weak will simply broke down, wanting to flee.

Once there was a first, there was a second.

In an instant, the Sidamen Sect disciples who had seemed fearless of death, more than half were now preparing to flee for their lives.

"These idiots actually want to run…"

Blazing Fire Ancestor's temper flared; how could he tolerate his chess pieces having their own thoughts?

Circulating true essence into his palm, gathering the Blazing Fire Palm, he prepared to kill one or two to establish his authority.

"You've already made your move, and still want to leave—do you think that's possible?"

Huang Xuemei smiled faintly; that smile was like the Grim Reaper laughing.

"Blazing Fire Ancestor, Ghost Sage, you few just keep your disciples company and stay here forever!"

Saying so, Huang Xuemei poured true essence into the ten fingers of both hands, drew the Heavenly Demon Zither's strings taut like bowstrings, and pulled them fully.

"Not good! Strike now!"

A top expert's sense of crisis far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Although they did not know what move Huang Xuemei would use next, the Sidazhang Sect all sensed the crisis.

Almost in unison, they unleashed their lifetime ultimate techniques.

"Go…"

Huang Xuemei's face bore a smile, true essence flooding the zither strings, as she executed her final move.

From atop the zither strings, countless invisible Qi blades drifted forth.

The gathered disciples saw it and couldn't help feeling it was nothing to worry about.

After all, there had been invisible Qi blades before, and now here they were again—just more in number, what was there to fear?

Anyway, now that the Sidazhang Sect had already made their move, the Yalijiu Society on their own group would be much lighter.

But the Sidazhang Sect at this moment instead felt a sudden urge to spit blood.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these were still invisible Qi blades.

But in the eyes of the Sidazhang Sect, behind every invisible Qi blade there was faintly a bizarre shadow.

These shadows were like soldiers in full armor, letting out strange cries, waving the invisible Qi blades as they charged to kill.

"Damn, Old Ghost, how does it feel like this woman is even more like a Ghost Sage than you?"

Blazing Fire Ancestor's heart pounded as he wielded his iron staff to engage these ghost-soldier-like invisible Qi blades.

But these invisible Qi blades newly formed into ghost soldiers were not only bizarrely powerful, but as numerous as cattle hairs.

In the mere instant of that quip, Blazing Fire Ancestor had already been struck over a dozen times in succession.

Ghost Sage and the other two were not faring well either.

Dongfang Bai defended while secretly pondering.

Wasn't this clearly a martial world where Wu Gong was not the focus?

What the hell were these sky-filling ghost-soldier-like invisible Qi blades?

Could this Huang Xuemei have already transcended the martial path and begun cultivating immortality?

The Sidazhang Sect fought on with growing dread, and those fleeing disciples were also caught up to one by one by the ghost soldiers and cut down on the spot.

After forcing themselves to fight for another stick of incense's time, the Sidazhang Sect's true essence was nearly exhausted.

But Huang Xuemei still played on without rest, clearly intent on killing the Sidazhang Sect.

"Huang Xuemei, stop your hand, I don't want the Heavenly Demon Zither anymore."

Six-Fingered Mr. was the first to give in.

"Right! I don't want it either. If you spare me, Blazing Fire Palace is willing to submit to the Qinglong Society."

Blazing Fire Ancestor knew that between himself and Huang Xuemei there was a blood feud for her father's killing, and it would not be settled so easily,

so he brought out the bargaining chip of Blazing Fire Palace submitting to the Qinglong Society.

"Hmph! How could the Qinglong Society want the likes of you scumbags—go die!"

Huang Xuemei gave a cold laugh and once again quickened her plucking of the zither strings.

"Ah…"

Ghost Sage was the first to be unable to hold out; the invisible Qi blades transformed into ghost soldiers cut him apart on the spot.

Strangely, after his death, a wisp of black smoke invisible to the naked eye

rose from his corpse and drifted out beyond the Flying Tiger Escort Agency.

Then Six-Fingered Mr., Blazing Fire Ancestor, and Dongfang Bai were killed in succession.

Only, above their bodies, invisible black smoke also rose, like ghostly saints!

Huang Xuemei stared blankly in the direction the black smoke had drifted, silent for a long time.

At that moment Lu Tengkong and his son stepped forward, and she instinctively asked,

"Did you notice the strange thing rising from the bodies of the four Fiery Flame Old Ancestors just now?"

"What strange thing?"

In the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, which resembled an asura battlefield, once the danger was lifted, Lu Tengkong brought Lu Lin forward at the first opportunity.

His cultivation was insufficient, so naturally he could not see that eerie scene.

"It's nothing…"

Huang Xuemei came to her senses—Lu Tengkong and his son most likely could not see it.

She then placed the Heavenly Demon Qin, which had slain a thousand martial artists and the four sect leaders, into its case.

Casually slinging it onto her back, she prepared to leave.

"Miss Huang, wait!"

Lu Tengkong, seeing her about to leave, hurriedly tugged Lu Lin along to thank her together.

"Thank you, Miss Huang, for saving our lives!"

Then he said to Lu Lin,

"Lin'er, quick, call her Sister—she's your sister."

Lu Lin was covered in wounds, grimacing in pain; hearing his father say this, he looked utterly bewildered.

"Little brother, your martial skills are ordinary—don't get caught up in the jianghu's turmoil anymore."

"Follow your father and wash your hands of the trade!"

Huang Xuemei looked at this brother she had been separated from since childhood, feeling both a stranger and familiar.

For this sole blood relative, she only wished for him a lifetime of peace and joy.

"Why must we wash our hands and retire from the Wu Lin?"

Lu Lin still could not let go of the title of Number One Escort Under Heaven.

"Then suit yourself!"

Huang Xuemei had come to the Great Han with another mission; stopping by the Flying Tiger Escort Agency was merely incidental.

Seeing Lu Lin was being ungracious, she had no patience to argue.

After slinging the Heavenly Demon Qin onto her back, her form flashed and she vanished.

"Dad, is she really my sister?"