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His gaze swept indifferently over the few Khitan cavalrymen who approached with sneers, as if they were a few ignorant ants trying to shake a mountain.

Then, Yi Huawei gave a soft hum.

In an instant, the invisible, intangible, and indestructible binding force that had enveloped the two women vanished without a trace. They regained control of their bodies, and their true energy surged through their limbs and bones like a river bursting its banks.

Shi Feixuan felt a lightness wash over her, and her sword-heart-clear perception instantly returned to its peak. Even more so, due to the absolute stillness she had just experienced, she now perceived the flow of energy around her even more clearly. She subconsciously glanced at Yi Huawei, only to see him still standing with his hands behind his back, his lips barely moving:
"Lianrou, go and clean up these disturbing insects."

"Feixuan, keep watch over the enemy, and make sure no one escapes."

The moment Lian Rou regained her mobility, the anxiety and pleading in her amber eyes were instantly replaced by a flame mixed with anger, excitement, and killing intent! The pent-up frustration of being imprisoned and the rage at seeing her compatriots slaughtered finally found an outlet!
"whee……"

A delicate laugh, carrying an exotic charm, escaped her cherry lips, sounding particularly abrupt and eerie on this bloody battlefield. Her pink tongue lightly licked her slightly dry lips as Lian Rou looked at the Khitan cavalrymen who had approached and reached out to grab her, her eyes like those of a mother leopard eyeing its prey.

Hearing the laughter and seeing the astonishing allure and wildness that Lian Rou suddenly exuded, the Khitan leader's smirk grew even more smug: "Little beauty, can't wait..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Lian Rou moved, like a graceful Persian iris. Her toes lightly touched the ground, and the tiny golden bells tied to her ankles jingled crisply. Her figure spun as if weightless. In the instant of her rapid rotation, her Tang-style half-sleeved dress billowed like blooming white flowers, and within this dazzling "flower," streaks of chilling light suddenly burst forth!
"Silk Road Blossoms—Scattered!"

With a sharp cry, Lian Rou spun rapidly, her skirt billowing. In an instant, thirty-six strange blades, as thin as cicada wings, with incredibly sharp edges and shaped like flower petals, shot out in all directions from her center, like desert rose petals swept up by a gale, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound!

The lewd smiles on the faces of the approaching Khitan cavalrymen hadn't even faded when they saw a flash of white light, followed by a sharp, icy pain in their throats, brows, and chests. Before they could even see what it was, their consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness, and they collapsed to the ground with several thuds, each with a blood-stained, exquisite "petal" embedded in their vital points.

This bizarre and dazzling killing technique instantly shocked all the Khitans around.

The Khitan leader's sinister smile froze completely, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared incredulously at the white-clad woman who was killing people as if in a dance.

However, Lian Rou's dance of slaughter had only just begun.

With a single strike, Lian Rou dispatched the nearby henchmen, her figure moving like a ghost. She unleashed her "Wind Control Technique" to its fullest extent, leaving trails of white afterimages in the chaotic camp. Her target was the Khitan leader!

"Witch! Die!"

The Khitan leader, a seasoned and ruthless bandit, remained calm despite his initial shock. With a roar, he mustered all his strength and swung his iron mace, stained with Shi Tuole's blood, fiercely smashing it towards Lian Rou's charging figure with a gust of wind! His attack, fueled by rage, was powerful enough to shatter stone tablets!
Faced with this ferocious attack, Lian Rou neither dodged nor evaded, a mocking smile curving her lips. Just as the iron mace was about to strike, her slender waist twisted at an incredible angle, her entire body like a boneless serpent, gliding past the edge of the heavy mace. At the same time, the Cold Moon Blade, which had been hidden in her sleeve, quietly slipped into her palm.

The knife was shaped like a crescent moon, with a beautiful curve, and its blade shimmered with a cool, moonlit light.

"Crescent Slash!"

With a slight flick of her wrist, Lian Rou's Cold Moon Blade traced a perfect yet chilling arc. This strike carried a strange, rotating force; where the blade passed, the air seemed to be drawn together, forming a miniature, all-slicing vortex!

laugh--!
The sword flashed away.

The Khitan leader felt a chill on his neck, and his swinging mace froze instantly. His eyes widened in horror and confusion. He seemed to want to look down to see what had happened, but found his vision spinning and rising uncontrollably... He saw a headless corpse below, wearing a familiar fur coat, still holding that familiar mace, hot blood gushing from its neck cavity.

"that's me?"

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.

Pfft!
The enormous head rolled to the ground, its face frozen in disbelief. The headless corpse swayed before collapsing heavily onto the snow.

quiet!
Deathly silence!

The Khitan wolf riders, who had been looting and hunting down the remaining caravan members, all witnessed this horrifying scene. Their brave and fierce leader had been beheaded in a single, breathtakingly beautiful woman!
"Witch! You're asking for death!"

The Khitan cavalry reacted, letting out strange cries, spurring their horses to follow closely, raising their scimitars high, attempting to dismember the dangerous woman.

Facing the surging cavalry charge, Lian Rou's lips curled into a disdainful smile. She lightly touched the ground with her toes again, her body floating backward as if weightless, her posture graceful and agile. Like a willow catkin in the wind, she rose again, letting out a clear shout:

"A lone plume of smoke rises straight in the vast desert!"

Suddenly, defying all logic, she shot vertically upwards at an incredible speed, leaving only a faint white afterimage in her wake, instantly soaring nearly thirty feet into the air! Like a wisp of smoke, she rose straight up into the gray sky!
All the Khitan cavalrymen involuntarily looked up, stunned by the incredible lightness skill displayed.

Just as Lian Rou reached her highest point and was about to fall, she swung her Cold Moon Blade once again, headfirst and feet first!

"Flowers of the Silk Road fly, scattering across the Yellow Springs!"

This time, it wasn't dozens of beams, but hundreds or even thousands of tiny, cold lights, like a torrential downpour of death, spreading out from her towards the Khitan cavalry gathered below! The range was wider, the density greater, and the power stronger!
"Oh no! Scatter!!"

The Khitan cavalrymen were terrified and roared at the top of their lungs.

But it's too late.

Puff puff puff puff——!
The sounds of blades piercing flesh rang out like popping beans, accompanied by the piercing screams of the Khitan cavalry. Warhorses neighed, men and horses fell, and blood gushed out like fountains from countless tiny wounds, staining large swaths of snow a shocking red.

With just this one attack, more than thirty Khitan cavalrymen, along with their warhorses, were riddled with holes by this terrifying "rain of flowers" and died on the spot!
Only then did Lian Rou's figure float down like a feather, her toes lightly touching the back of a stray warhorse. Her white fur coat was spotless, and only her cold brown eyes and slightly heaving chest revealed that the earth-shattering attack just moments before was no illusion. "Witch! She's a witch!!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

.........

The remaining Khitan cavalry were utterly terrified. They had roamed the grasslands and had never seen such a bizarre and terrifying method of killing. Someone shouted, and the two hundred or so surviving Khitan wolf riders no longer cared about their belongings. Like frightened rabbits, they desperately turned their horses around and fled in all directions, wishing they had two more legs.

Just then, Shi Feixuan, who had been standing quietly watching, made her move.

With a flicker of her body, she appeared as if by teleportation behind a fleeing Khitan cavalryman, and casually touched his back with her slender fingers.

The Khitan cavalryman didn't even feel pain; he just shuddered, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he fell off his horse, lifeless.

Shi Feixuan's figure flickered like a ghost amidst the chaotic and fleeing Khitan cavalry. Her "Bird Crossing Technique" had reached perfection; her speed was so great that no one present could discern her movement trajectory. Each flash was accompanied by a seemingly gentle palm strike or finger flick, and with each strike, a Khitan cavalryman would fall from his horse and die silently, as if his soul had been ripped away.

She was not a bloodthirsty person, but Yi Huawei's order was to "cover the lines," which meant eliminating any enemies who might escape. Moreover, she had witnessed the brutality of these Khitans in slaughtering the caravan, and felt little pity for them.

However, the Khitans were numerous and scattered in all directions. Even with Shi Feixuan's sword energy blocking their way, dozens of riders still managed to rush more than a hundred feet away, relying on their speed and luck, and were about to disappear behind the hills.

Just then, Yi Huawei, who had been standing still, finally made a move again.

Without looking at the fleeing Khitans, he casually raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and gently clenched it in the direction where the dozens of riders had fled.

The instant he clenched his fist, an invisible yet vast and terrifying intent, centered on him, spread out like waves, instantly enveloping the space within a radius of several dozen feet and even further!
Those Khitan cavalrymen who were running for their lives, including those who had been injured by Shi Feixuan's sword energy and had fallen to the ground but were not dead, as well as some who had just gotten up and wanted to continue running, all froze at the same moment!
It was as if an invisible giant hand had precisely grasped their vibrant, beating hearts in the same instant!

"puff!"

"Uh……"

"Ho..."

A series of muffled, faint sounds, as if something inside him was bursting open, mixed with short, painful groans, were almost inaudible in the vast wilderness.

Then, these nearly one hundred Khitan cavalrymen, whether on horseback or lying on the ground, seemed to have all their life force drained away at once. Their eyes instantly dimmed and became unfocused, and their bodies slumped down, silent and lifeless.

They have no visible injuries, but if someone were to cut open their chests at this moment, they would find that their heart meridians had been completely shattered by an overwhelmingly powerful force!

Across a distance of tens of feet, a single thought can decide life and death!

This is the terrifying aspect of Yi Huawei's current state of "birth and death determined by the mind." To him, these ordinary Khitan cavalrymen are no different from weeds; erasing their life force is no more difficult than brushing away the dust from their clothes.

The camp, which had been filled with shouts and chaos, fell into complete silence in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The biting wind continued to howl, carrying with it an overwhelming, pungent stench of blood. The snow was littered with corpses, some belonging to caravan guards, others to Khitan wolf riders.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, more than three hundred fierce Khitan wolf riders, including their arrogant leader, were all killed! The corpses scattered all over the ground silently told the story of the brief but extremely shocking massacre.

The caravan survivors, including An Lushan, stood rooted to the spot like statues, staring in disbelief at the scene.

They watched as Lian Rou slowly descended from her horse, adjusting her skirt; they watched as Shi Feixuan returned to her original spot, her breathing steady; and finally, all eyes turned to the man in the blue robe who had stood in the center of the arena the entire time, his clothes perfectly in place.

Fear, awe, disbelief... a complex mix of emotions filled their hearts.

An Lushan suddenly snapped out of his daze, scrambled to Yi Huawei's side, and knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face, crying out in a hoarse voice:
"Immortal! You are an immortal! Since you possess such supernatural powers, why... why didn't you act sooner?! If you had acted sooner, Shi Tuole and the others... they wouldn't be dead! My caravan wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses!!!"

An Lushan's cries were filled with grief, bewilderment, and even a hint of barely perceptible resentment. Watching his loyal subordinates and vast wealth crumble before his eyes was a devastating blow that nearly broke him.

Yi Huawei's gaze fell on An Lushan, his expression remaining calm and unmoved by An Lushan's cries. He simply spoke:
“First of all, my food and lodging have already been paid for. Secondly, I have no obligation to take action. Most importantly, I don’t like the name ‘An Lushan’.”

After saying this, Yi Huawei stopped looking at An Lushan, who was slumped on the ground, and turned to walk slowly towards the south of the desert.

Lian Rou sheathed her Cold Moon Blade and quickly followed, obediently trailing half a step behind him. Shi Feixuan remained silent, quietly walking alongside on the other side.

And so, under the complex gazes of the caravan survivors, the three of them trudged over the corpses of the Khitans and the congealed blood scattered on the ground, their figures gradually merging into the vast twilight of the wasteland, as if they had never existed, leaving behind only a desolate camp and the survivors, still shaken by the ordeal.

An Lushan knelt blankly on the cold snow, staring at the direction where the three figures had disappeared, then looking at the horrific scene around him. Yi Huawei's last inexplicable words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

“I don’t like the name ‘An Lushan’…”

An Lushan shivered, an indescribable chill spreading from the depths of his heart. (End of Chapter)