From the moment she'd first regained consciousness, she'd already resolved to kill Mo Qian regardless of circumstances. Yet now, studying his composed features directly, she found herself genuinely unable to deliver the final, decisive strike.Had Mo Qian claimed this represented some accidental mishap, or knelt down begging desperately for mercy, she would have killed him without hesitation. She understood intellectually that Mo Qian himself bore no genuine blame for what had occurred—yet only by killing him could she truly find any measure of closure. Because as long as she knew that the man who'd touched her intimately remained alive somewhere, she would continue feeling genuine, persistent shame.Yet Mo Qian's simple, quiet declaration—"Should you wish to take it, please, do so"—seemed to carry some strange, genuinely piercing power that struck directly at her heart.Her sword simply couldn't complete that final, decisive strike!Lu Qingzhu's lips trembled as she finally spoke: "M

The instant Xia Shuangshuang had cleared the smoke and fog, landing safely, she caught a faint rustling sound from the treetops within the nearby dense forest, followed shortly by a dark shadow dropping down directly before her.It was a beggar, leaning against a sturdy bamboo staff, his clothing tattered and filthy, his hair matted and greasy. His eyes swept shamelessly across Xia Shuangshuang's chest and waist, and he offered a genuinely hungry, predatory smile, revealing unsettling, yellowed teeth...Studying the saliva visibly gathering at the corner of the beggar's mouth, Xia Shuangshuang felt genuine revulsion sweep through her.Her signature weapon, the Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix spear, had originally rested beneath her carriage seat. But the moment the carriage had exploded, her weapon had been swept away entirely within the churning black smoke and poisonous fog. Lacking time to properly retrieve it, she'd been forced to leap free from the smoke unarmed entirely...Stud

During their earlier ambush preparation, she and her sister had positioned themselves together within the treetops. When her sister had subsequently leapt away toward her own assigned target, she'd personally witnessed the direction she'd taken...Somewhere else within the dense forest, Xiao Yu gripped her Qingling blade firmly, her eyes cold and focused, blade-shadows flashing continuously before her. The clashing sound of weapons echoed like sudden rain striking banana leaves, sharp and chaotic.Xiao Yu's current opponent proved to be another heavyset woman, the elder sister of the woman who'd just killed Jiang Qingyu.The woman's forehead had already broken out in cold sweat. The intelligence Ge Qingchuan had provided indicated this particular young woman, Xiao Yu, possessed merely minor-accomplishment realm cultivation.Yet engaging her directly, she'd discovered Xiao Yu actually matched her own great-accomplishment realm mastery. Her swordsmanship, though appearing deceptively or

As Elder Dong spoke, his blade-shadow flashed forward, each strike targeting Ximen Kan's vital points with deliberate precision!Ximen Kan struggled desperately to maintain his defense, recognizing that any careless mistake would prove genuinely fatal. At that exact moment, a massive, mountain-like figure suddenly flashed from behind the large tree positioned directly behind him.This particular figure proved so massive that the moment it emerged, it entirely blocked the light streaming in from both sides of the two combatants.Both men felt their vision darken momentarily, their hearts skipping with sudden alarm. In the very next instant, Amo drove a massive fist directly toward Elder Dong.The fist arrived like a sudden thunderclap, powerful as a raging storm. The blood-threads surrounding Elder Dong's body, resembling a cluster of fish, instantly condensed and swelled protectively, colliding directly against Amo's massive strike.The instant the blood-threads made contact, Amo's fi

Studying the dense forest surrounding her, Shen Mizhi suddenly pressed her lips together, silencing herself. She feared that any remaining Filthy Blood Cult members lurking within the forest might overhear her cries and locate her position instead.Hadn't she just escaped from the wolf's den, only to immediately find herself trapped within the tiger's own mouth instead?Shen Mizhi remained suspended helplessly, thoroughly exhausted, unable to free herself from the python whip binding her, and genuinely too frightened to call out for further help.Her tears had already dried completely, her lips bitten raw from her own anxious distress.She only recalled Amo's earlier departure, leaving her stranded within this desolate forest—she'd entirely forgotten that Amo had, in fact, genuinely saved her life moments earlier. Had Amo not intervened when she did, the dwarf would have already thoroughly violated and humiliated her.Since her earliest childhood, Shen Mizhi had remained genuinely sen