Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

A giant rat appears in Chapter 120.
The secluded spring in Xiuyu Valley flows gently.

The tinkling sound exudes a leisurely atmosphere.

But in the setting sun, two figures, one standing and one kneeling, were visible.

The scenery here appears so desolate.

Lianxing looked at Yaoyue, her eyes filled with heartache, but also a hint of satisfaction that she herself could hardly perceive: "Sister."

Yaoyue's face was ashen, her eyes were vacant, and her fingers gripped the soil tightly. In an instant, her once jet-black hair slowly turned white.

Deep down, Yaoyue kept recalling what she had learned and analyzing the attack of the girl in blood.

The more I think about it, the more discouraged I feel.

The man in blood-stained clothes moved with the speed and agility of a ghost, making him completely unpredictable.

He could predict and intercept his own moves three breaths in advance, and his internal energy surged like thunder and fire, making his body indestructible.

And that terrifying demonic sword
half an hour.

Yaoyue's face, with her head slightly lowered, was completely drained of color; this was the second person to have been infected!
She was the second person to make her feel frustrated.

One of them was the sword god in white.

The other one is this Blood-Clad Demon Blade.

If Yaoyue could console herself that her previous loss to Ren Shaoyang was due to the indescribable power of "the divine sword capturing the dragon".

This time, he lost to Hongxiu, and to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a spiky hairstyle and wise eyes.

What reason could she possibly give?

Void Injuries?

In an instant, a series of emotions, including anger, shame, helplessness, and despair, completely erupted.

Yaoyue became increasingly absent-minded, as if her energy and spirit were about to completely dissipate.

Taking a few steps forward, Lianxing helped Yaoyue up. Looking at her fixed gaze, she opened her mouth, then froze in place.

She understood Yaoyue's personality and knew her sister's stubborn pride that bordered on the pathological. From childhood to adulthood, she had always been the strongest in terms of talent, martial arts, and beauty.

Lianxing saw nothing but the disdainful and ignorant Yuegongzhu.

However, the woman who looked like a broken shell, like a defeated dog, was someone she had never seen before.

Lianxing stood there blankly, her gaze unfocused.

After a long silence, Yaoyue sighed. Her white robes stained with blood, she slowly stood up and said with a bitter smile, "Lianxing, do you really want to laugh?"

"sister?"

Lianxing's eyes widened, surprised that Yaoyue's first words after regaining her senses were like this. However, she quickly realized that Yaoyue was probably still trying to maintain her last shred of dignity. With a slight sigh, she softly said:
"I'm just worried about your injuries."

"worry about me?"

Yaoyue stared intently at her younger sister, took a few steps, and then staggered: "You should be more worried about your own injuries!"

Lianxing didn't reply immediately. Yaoyue's glance made her smile bitterly before she whispered, "Sister, you're a psychopath!"

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling Yaoyue's slightly graying hair, the flowing strands obscuring half of her face.

Yaoyue glanced at her sideways: "I'm a psychopath! What, you still remember the grudge of me pushing you down the tree, breaking your arms and legs?"

Upon hearing this, Lianxing froze on the spot, her voice trembling as she asked, "Sister, why have you been so cruel to me all this time?"

Yaoyue said coldly, "Cruelty is my greatest pleasure in life." She paused, then continued, "It applies to you, to me, and to everyone in the world!"

Just then, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out from the valley!

"My moon, I love your cruelty!"

Laughter erupted from all directions, and even Yaoyue couldn't tell where he was.

Yaoyue's expression changed, and she said in a deep voice, "Who dares to spout nonsense here?"

The man laughed loudly, "You can't even recognize my voice? You've forgotten me?"

Amidst the piercing laughter, a hole suddenly appeared in the distance, and a small two-wheeled vehicle slid out from the rock wall.

The carriage was made of a shiny metal, looked very agile and light, and sat a childlike dwarf on it.

He sat cross-legged in the car, and most people couldn't even see his legs.

His eyes gleamed with a cunning and malicious light, yet sometimes they would reveal a hint of innocent mischief, like a prankster child.

His face was distorted and ferocious, looking like a hyena ready to rip open someone's anus at any moment, making people feel disgusted.

Palace Mistress Yaoyue raised her delicate eyebrows and said, "Wei Wuya?"

Wei Wuyuan laughed and said, "It's me."

Yaoyue's gaze shifted, and she asked, "You're hiding inside this mountain?"

“Yes,” Wei Wuyuan said leisurely, “If I hadn’t hidden here, how could I have seen you in such a disheveled state, Yue’er?”

Inviting the Moon's expression changed, and she said, "What did you say?"

Wei Wuyuan asked, "Having lost to the man in blood, how much internal energy do you have left?"

Yaoyue sneered, "Killing you, you rat, is enough."

Lianxing stepped forward and sneered, "Don't forget, I'm here too!"

Wei Wuyuan's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Hey, what kind of martial arts do you think Ren Shaoyang and Ren Hongxiu practice that makes them so powerful?"

Yaoyue said calmly, "What, you dare to humiliate me?"

Wei Wuyuan grinned, looking just like a big rat: "Yue'er, I can't compare to your and Lianxing's martial arts! Even though I've been working hard and improving over the past twenty years, I still can't catch up. I thought you two were invincible, but then Ren Shaoyang and Ren Hongxiu, this brother and sister, came along."

Yaoyue frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

“What I’m trying to say is,” Wei Wuyuan changed the subject, “that your martial arts are impressive, but that woman in blood is even more terrifying! Because she’s not afraid of my poison at all.”

"poison?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Yaoyue and Lianxing's brows. They moved swiftly and suddenly lunged at Wei Wuya.

With a "thud," the three of them collided in mid-air.

Yaoyue and Lianxing staggered backward, their faces turning a strange gray.

Lianxing shouted, "Despicable!"

Yaoyue also felt an unbearable itch in her internal organs and was extremely annoyed. After being defeated by Hongxiu, she was in a state of mental and physical chaos and did not notice that Wei Wuya had secretly poisoned her. If she had been prepared, how could he have had a chance to make a move?

"Hahaha!" Wei Wuya laughed loudly, "So what? Yaoyue Lianxing, I will capture you, torture you, and witness your suffering before death. I will see if you can still maintain the appearance of a saint when tormented by fear!"

At this point, the thought of avenging twenty years of humiliation filled him with smugness. He burst into laughter and suddenly pounced on them.

Yaoyue and Lianxing shouted and unleashed their palms.

"Swish swish swish!"
Wei Wuya suddenly flicked out three-inch-long, jet-black fingernails, which gleamed as they slashed towards their wrists.

The three women began to fight, and the two beauties swayed from side to side, like willows fluttering in the breeze. Wei Wuyuan circled around them in his wheelchair, and in an instant, he was all around them, his power even surpassing the world-renowned Bagua Swimming Palm.

The three fought to this point, their six palms clashing continuously, the sound as dense as popping beans.

With her original martial arts skills, Yaoyue Lianxing could have easily killed him, but at this moment, she was distracted by the need to expel the poison, which greatly reduced her effectiveness.

After exchanging a few more blows, they were struck by Wei Wuya's fingernails. The two men groaned, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and retreated.

But their faces were ashen; they had been poisoned by another strange poison.

Wei Wuyuan suddenly appeared, his fingernails slowly curling back. Looking at them, he couldn't help but sigh deeply: "Twenty years east of the river, twenty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential."

He wheeled himself forward and suddenly asked in a sorrowful voice, "Back then, when I proposed to you, my leg was chopped off. I only loved you; is love a capital offense, deserving of death?"

"You dare to say that?" Yaoyue suddenly sneered. "Your love for me is an insult to me!"

Wei Wuya stared at her intently.

He suddenly chuckled, but there was something strange about his laughter.

"Fine, once I capture you, I'll humiliate and torture you at will. Just the thought of the once high and mighty, unapproachable Palace Masters of Yihua Palace now groveling at my feet makes me incredibly happy."

At this moment, the Yaoyue sisters were too weak to speak anymore. They were as if they had suddenly turned into two stone statues, unable to move, and could only coldly watch the most disgusting people in the world swaggering around.

Just thinking about what would happen if he fell into this person's hands made his face turn terribly pale, and his heart filled with endless sorrow.

Looking at them, Wei Wuya felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, or as if countless tiny insects were crawling all over him.

He gave a sinister laugh.

"Keep up your sanctity! Once I capture you, lock you in a secret room, and give you aphrodisiacs and laxatives, I'll see how horny and filthy you become. The scene will be breathtaking! Hahahaha!"

"You~!" Yaoyue and Lianxing forced out a single word, glaring at him angrily.

Although his expression remained proud and indifferent, he suddenly seemed very small, lonely, and pitiful.

Wei Wuya chuckled, and with a creaking sound, the wheelchair drove towards them.

He calculated that the two were already powerless to reverse the situation, and even if someone came to their rescue, they would not be a match for him!
Therefore, he was very proud and complacent.

Twenty years of hatred and love are about to come to an end at this moment.

He was utterly captivated by this feeling.
"Damn it, to be honest, I've never seen such a despicable and perverted character."

A clear voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?!" Wei Wuyuan was terrified, his heart filled with fear!

Turning his head, he was shocked to find a young man in white robes standing next to him, looking at him indifferently.

Wei Wuyuan stepped back, but a one-armed youth blocked his way.

The man in white robes said, "I was going to look for you in the rat hole, but I didn't expect you to crawl out. That saved me a lot of trouble."

Wei Wuyuan swallowed a mouthful of bitter water and said in a trembling voice, "Sword God Ren?"

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "It's me." He looked up and glanced at Yaoyue and Lianxing.

The two girls stared blankly at him.

Wei Wuyuan's face was filled with fear, like a frightened mouse: "Can, can you let me go?"

“A subordinate without teeth can be killed but not humiliated,” Ren Shaoyang said with a slight smile. “You made the choice.”

"Then, I'll kill you first!"

Wei Wuyuan suddenly roared and spun around to grab at her.

With a series of sharp, swift movements, his fingernails snapped out like ten short swords, slashing towards his throat.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes were bright and clear. He pointed his fingers, and suddenly a cold light flashed as he unsheathed the Dragon Capture sword!

In an instant, the sword was already in front of him.

With two quick swishes, Wei Wuyuan let out a terrifying scream as his ten fingers flew up, his hands transforming into Doraemon's!
But he still struggled for his life. His body in mid-air suddenly twisted and turned, and it was as if all the bones in his body suddenly separated. Three dark lights shot out from his clothes!

Ren Shaoyang floated over with a flick of his sleeve, seemingly unhurried, yet as graceful as a startled swan.

With a few more "whoosh" sounds, the three dark lights shattered, and Wei Wuya felt a chill on his shoulders and chest.

Then, the left and right arms flew into the sky at the same time.

A sharp pain struck, and Wei Wuya screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, his hands and feet gone, writhing on the ground like a maggot.

Yaoyue and Lianxing were both dazzled and horrified by Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship.

It was as if the divine sword had been drawn, its sword techniques were ever-changing, strange and varied, yet ethereal and indescribable.

Tap tap tap.
Footsteps approached at a leisurely pace.

Wei Wuya strained to look up and saw Ren Shaoyang, his clothes fluttering, handsome and dashing, while he himself was missing an arm and a leg, looking utterly pathetic. He couldn't help but recall the time twenty years ago when Yaoyue Lianxing cut off his leg, and for a moment, his heart turned to ashes.

Ren Shaoyang walked up to him and waved casually.

Wei Wuyuan exploded with a bang, his flesh and blood scattering into waves that flew far away!

In an instant, Wei Wuyuan was everywhere!

"Severed hand, let's go."

Ren Shaoyang didn't even glance at Yaoyue and the other person, and turned to leave with his hands hanging down and Ding'an.

Yaoyue suddenly looked up and shouted with all her might, "Ren Shaoyang, are you here to kill me too?"

The voice was like the mournful cry of a cuckoo, yet it carried a glimmer of hope.

I hope he will turn back and kill me with his sword.

I'll do anything if I just cut myself off!
But the man in white robes didn't turn his head back, and he and Ding An slowly disappeared into the distance.

"He...he ignored me."

Yaoyue's body trembled, and she could no longer maintain her statue-like posture. She slowly squatted down, her eyes glazed over, and kept muttering to herself.

"Him, and the man in blood! They see me as an ant? I, Yaoyue, am actually being treated like an ant?"

Lianxing, standing to the side, was powerless to do anything about the situation, because she could also clearly feel that Ren Shaoyang really didn't take them seriously.

He came here to find Hongxiu and killed Wei Wuya while he was at it.

As for himself and Yaoyue?
He ignored it.

"Is this the arrogance of the Sword God?" Lianxing gazed in the direction he had gone, feeling a pang of melancholy.

"No! This isn't over yet!"

Yaoyue suddenly stood up, her face twisted and ferocious.

"Blood-Clad Man, Sword God, you ignore me! How dare you ignore me!"

"I, Yue, swear by the moon that the humiliation I have suffered today will be repaid a hundredfold at the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament'!"

(End of this chapter)