I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 575 Frenzied Slaughter!
The icy voice, like a judge's decree, announced the end of [Tongue Tasting Thought]. The tall body collapsed limply to the ground, the ruthlessness of the killing move and the fleeting shock still lingering on his face; his life was extinguished.

The scene froze for a moment.

A strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of dust filled the air, sending a chill down the spines of the four surviving thieves.

Feng Xue suddenly shrugged her shoulders and forcefully reattached the dislocated joint. The cracking sound was particularly jarring in the moment of silence.

The reason why Tongue Tastes Thinks of Death is not because he is weak, but on the contrary, because he is strong, so strong that if Feng Xue does not kill him, she cannot even think of any other feasible solutions!

Seeing Feng Xue's cold gaze, [Desire for Opinion] was terrified. His angle was the most direct, so he saw it most clearly. The exchange that happened in the blink of an eye was by no means a fluke. This young man seemed to have taken the killing blow head-on, but in fact he had taken everything into account. He not only neutralized most of the power of [Tongue-Tasting Thought]'s Thunder Hand, but also took advantage of the moment he was captured to pinpoint the wide-open opening caused by the exertion of force!
Such keen insight, such skill, such decisiveness...

"Damn it!" A roar from [Hearing Anger] shattered [Desire for Opinion]'s shock. Rage seemed to have completely overwhelmed reason; he carelessly tossed aside the alligator scissors, pulled a thick, flexible whip woven from sharp metal blades from his waist, and charged recklessly towards Feng Xue—

I'll tear you to pieces!

Just as this roar was uttered, a white shadow flashed before her eyes again. [Sniff Love], by sheer bad luck, once again "coincidentally" landed on the optimal power line of [Hearing Anger]!
"Get out of my way, you useless piece of trash!" Having his momentum interrupted several times, Er Ting was furious to the extreme. In this situation, he no longer held back and flicked the whip blade in his hand, slamming it hard into [Nose Love]'s waist!
This whip was unleashed in anger, its force incredibly fierce! [Nose Love] was completely focused on his sneak attack, never expecting a backstab from his teammate.
With a muffled thud, he screamed and flew backward, large chunks of flesh torn from his waist by the whip blade splattering everywhere, his face filled with disbelief.

However, before he could even land, Feng Xue had already passed through the rain of blood and flesh still in the air and arrived in front of [Ears of Wrath]. She lashed out with the force of her whip-like weapon, and it would take some time for it to retract. But Feng Xue clearly did not intend to give it that chance again. Just as Ears of Wrath was shaking its whip back, a long stick was already pressed against his throat!

No, it wasn't just pressed against, it pierced right through! Sometime later, the long stick that had fallen to the roadside was kicked up by Feng Xue, severing Er Ting Nu's life force!

"the second!"

[Hearing Anger] The massive body stiffened abruptly, the light in its eyes dimmed rapidly, and blood gushed from its wounds and mouth like a spring, making a hissing sound.

Before the tall body could hit the ground, Feng Xue swung her long staff, which flew out of her hand with a loud bang and caught up with [Nose Love], who had not yet landed, pinning him to the tree.

The force was just right; it was already at its limit the moment it pierced the body, but it barely pierced the tree trunk and did not fly any further.

But the very core of love, which is infused with the senses, has been completely shattered.

"The third!"

Two more people died in the blink of an eye. Yi Xiangyu was horrified and immediately tried to escape, but Feng Xue would not give him the chance. If it came to maneuvering, he was somewhat weak without the support of magic, but if it was just about straight-line acceleration, he could call himself a superman!
[Yixiangyu] naturally possessed the ability to locate sounds, and instantly realized that running like this would likely lead to certain death. After several turns, everything went black before his eyes, for what appeared in front of him was a long stick with a corpse nailed to a tree, and beside him, his "brother" lay unconscious, his arms twisted. The exaggerated footsteps of Feng Xue echoed behind him again. Yixiangyu gritted his teeth, took two more steps, and looked back, only to find that Feng Xue seemed not to have seen him at all, casually lifting her foot and then placing it down.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound of bones breaking rang out. [Yan Jianxi]'s hunched body convulsed violently, then fell completely silent. His ugly head was deformed, red and white splattered all over the ground.

"Oh, ah, sorry, I didn't see it, but..." Feng Xue showed a surprised expression, glanced at the corpse on the ground, then tapped the ground with her toe, revealing a chilling smile—

"the fourth!"

In just a dozen breaths, the original siege by the six thieves had completely collapsed. Only Feng Xue remained in the arena, along with [Yixiangyu], whose face was deathly pale, whose eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty, and who was instinctively retreating.

Feng Xue pulled the Delilah from the tree, and the soles of her boots, stained with blood and brains, made a soft "rustling" sound as she stepped onto the rough earth.

With a flick of his long staff, a few drops of viscous blood drew a thin line on the ground, but at this moment, his desire for self-interest had no time to care about anything else; in his eyes, there was only Feng Xue's chilling gaze.

"Only you are left." Feng Xue's voice was not loud, but it carried an invisible pressure, like the whisper of death. This monotonous trash talk was more chilling to [Opinion Desire] than any vicious curse.

He stared intently at Feng Xue, his knuckles turning white from gripping the curved, strange knife so tightly. He knew he'd kicked a hornet's nest—no, he'd kicked the threshold of the King of Hell!
This kid isn't inexperienced at all; he's using them as practice! And now that he's practiced enough, it's time to clear the area.

escape!
This thought was stronger than ever before.

But in an instant, he dismissed the idea. He had already escaped, but the opponent's terrifying speed clearly wouldn't give him a chance. No, let alone escape, the fact that the opponent could drive him back to his original place meant that there was no chance of escape!
"Heh...heh heh..." [Desire for Opinion] chuckled dryly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, trying to distract the other party with words, "What a ruthless brat! Killing me would be quick and easy, but...your tender little brother is probably already captured by Lao Liu. If you rush there now, maybe you can still collect a whole corpse?"

He stared intently into Feng Xue's eyes, trying to detect a hint of panic or anxiety.

However, Feng Xue's eyes remained unmoved, like a bottomless, icy pool, which only made his heart grow colder.

"You mean that 'Murong Fu'?" Feng Xue even tilted her head, her tone tinged with mockery. "His destiny is good, but he's too young. He probably hasn't learned many martial arts skills yet, otherwise he wouldn't be robbing and plundering with a bunch of trash like you. As for my little brother... hehe, do you think the one I keep by my side would be a rookie?"

(End of this chapter)