Chapter 795

Saying this, he ignored the fear that surged in the woman's eyes.

Shan Zhi directly shoved her head into the river beside them.

Startled, the woman immediately scrambled with all four limbs, struggling violently.

"Wu wu wu…"

She tried to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, river water rushed in, choking her until she nearly fainted.

599 Tianshan Sect, Heavenly Water Sword Art!

Just as the woman felt she was about to drown in the river, Shan Zhi suddenly yanked her out of the water.

Feeling the fresh air, the woman gasped for breath in deep, ragged gulps.

The coarse hemp clothing could no longer conceal her figure.

"Hah! Marvelous, marvelous! In this wild, uncivilized land, such a lovely little beauty could still emerge!"

It turned out Shan Zhi had submerged the woman's head in the river merely to wash the grime off her face.

Now that the grime was gone, under the starlight he took a closer look.

Shan Zhi realized this woman was not only well-formed, but also carried a faint hint of innocence.

Judging by her appearance, she was likely a virgin.

Though far from the beauties on the Heavenly Dao Hundred Flowers List, she still stirred Shan Zhi's lust in this wilderness.

"Sir, please spare me…"

The woman knew she was exposed, but against a brute like Shan Zhi, she was powerless—she could only weep.

"Hah! Spare you? How do I spare you?"

Shan Zhi seized her hair without mercy, his face twisted with cruelty.

"Little beauty, the Heaven's Assembly and the Wuji Sect are both targets for imperial extermination.

Why on earth did you choose to become a rebel?

Today, meeting me, Shan Zhi, I can only execute you on the spot."

As he spoke, a lewd grin spread across Shan Zhi's face.

But suddenly, he remembered his purpose for coming here.

"Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu!"

Shan Zhi's heart jolted; he immediately looked down to find Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu.

He found the famed Wuji Sword lying motionless by the riverbank, as if already mortally wounded and dead.

Lying not far away, utterly still.

"Heh! They say Wuji Sword's technique is exquisite—how many evil experts have fallen to him?

Yet today, I've captured him."

Shan Zhi felt a fresh surge of triumph.

Though Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu's gravest wound came from Shi Lang's ambush,

the imperial bounty was paid by head.

With Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu severely injured and unconscious, all Shan Zhi needed to do was sever his head.

Then the bounty would be his alone.

"Hmph! Shi Lang, you never expected this—your hesitation and inaction only benefited me."

Thinking of it, Shan Zhi let out another strange laugh.

He casually tossed the woman aside, drew a short knife from his waist, and advanced toward Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu.

In his eyes, Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu had to be dead for him to feel safe.

As for the woman, once Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu was dead, he could do whatever he pleased with her—no one could save her.

As he was lost in these pleasant thoughts, stepping steadily toward Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu,

suddenly, a whistling sound came from behind.

"Huh? Someone's attacking!"

Shan Zhi's instincts screamed danger; he dared not underestimate it, swung his great knife backward in a slash.

Clang!

A sharp vibration—he, with his Grand Master-level cultivation, perfectly intercepted the surprise strike.

Under the starlight, he saw the woman who had been wailing moments ago now wielding a sword, lunging at him.

"How? How can you wield martial arts?"

Shan Zhi was utterly astonished—he had just submerged this woman in the river.

One reason was indeed to wash the grime off her face and see her appearance.

After all, her voice was pleasant, her eyes beautiful—he naturally wondered what she looked like.

But more importantly, her appearance here and now was too suspicious, so Shan Zhi wanted to test her reaction under stress.

If she were a martial artist, and had revealed even a trace of martial skill then,

her head would have been snapped off without mercy by Shan Zhi.

Yet throughout that long immersion, the woman had acted exactly like an ordinary woman.

Thus Shan Zhi concluded she was truly just an ordinary woman.

That's why he left her behind, planning to kill Hearing Hearing Fu Qingzhu first, then return to enjoy her later.

Who would have thought she'd endure so patiently, revealing her martial skill only now?

"Dog of the regime, die!"

The woman, enraged, swung a long sword—appearing from nowhere—into a whirlwind of strikes aimed at Shan Zhi.

Her swordsmanship was bizarre and unmatched—truly a first-rate sword art.

But after exchanging only a few moves, Hero Shan Zhi discovered that she actually possessed only internal strength, no true qi!

True qi is the hallmark of a Grandmaster!

No true qi means she has not entered the Grandmaster realm!

No wonder this woman had just dared not reveal herself openly, only daring to launch a sneak attack.

"Ha ha! So you're only a measly first-rate, and yet you dare make a move against me, a Grandmaster. You really have grown tired of living."

Having probed this woman's true strength, Hero Shan Zhi was no longer flustered.

Although close-quarters combat was not his forte.

A Grandmaster against a first-rate—how could he possibly lose?

He simply did not bother to use his signature hooked chain, and only used the short blade in his hand to engage the woman.

His mouth also kept spouting flirtatious words, making the woman both angry and anxious, yet she still could not break through this little short blade.

After exchanging more than ten moves, the woman once again used that same sneak-attack move from before.

"Ha ha! Little beauty, I thought this sword art of yours was so powerful, but it turns out it's just these mere dozen-odd moves.

Did you really think Master Hero Shan Zhi would fear the same move repeated?"

In Hero Shan Zhi's view, not to mention the direct gap between a Grandmaster and a first-rate.

Just the fact that he had just been sneak-attacked and still turned around to receive this move with perfect accuracy.

Now that this move was used again, there was no need to fear it no matter what.

So he followed the trajectory of this move, and before the sword technique could play out, he slashed his blade at the weakest point of the sword move, his mouth still running nonstop,

"Little beauty, watch this move of mine, it's bound to…"

"Ah…"

Before the teasing words were finished, Hero Shan Zhi suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream.

It turned out the woman's sword—unknown why—suddenly lost its blade, which protruded from the other end of the hilt.

At such close range, it directly pierced straight through Hero Shan Zhi's heart.

"What sword art is this?"

Hero Shan Zhi never dreamed that not only were the woman's sword moves bizarre, but even the long sword in her hand was so strange.

With his heart pierced through, his vitality had already dissipated, yet before death he asked with some unwillingness.

"Tianshan Sect, Heavenly Cascade Sword Art!"

The woman finally announced the name of her sword art, then did not wait for Hero Shan Zhi to react further.

The blade shifted again, appearing from the other end.