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

Chapter 586, Part 1: The Red-Haired Heroine (Part 2)
"What kind of organization is this Embroidered Gold Pavilion, and why is it so despicable?"

Ding'an was furious when he heard this. He slammed his hand on the table, but in his anger, he used too much force, causing the hot pot to shake and the soup to splash out.

"oops!"

"Break off your hand!"

Xiao Feng and Hongxiu gasped in surprise.

Ren Shaoyang smiled gently and raised his hand to brush it away: "Lü Su".

The broth condensed in mid-air, then suddenly, like a python flicking its tongue, it swirled and fell back into the pot with a popping sound.

Seeing that the hot pot hadn't been overturned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hongxiu recovered her senses, slapped An twice with her elbows, and spat, "You clumsy fool with no sense of proportion!"

Ding'an hurriedly covered his head and cried out in anguish, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Miss Hongxiu, stop hitting her! Look!" He then glanced at a fleeting, plump figure and exclaimed, "The tiger's stealing a bone!"

Hongxiu watched the furtive retreating figure of Fat Tiger and his dog, finally lowering her hand and sighing, "Big Meow isn't any better!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Big Meow has a whole family to support, so I understand."

"It feeds a whole family?" Hongxiu gestured with her hand to make a circle. "It's gotten so fat!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Well, everyone gains weight after getting married."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng smiled wryly and said, "The words may be crude, but the meaning is correct. I feel that the flesh on my thighs has grown, and I've gotten much fatter than before."

Hongxiu said, "Alright, alright! Let's get back to the main topic." She looked at Ding'an and said, "Xiujinlou is a Southern Tang faction, and its owner is named Li Zuo."

"Li Zuo?"

Xiao Feng exclaimed, "Isn't this Emperor Ai of Tang? Logically speaking, he should have died long ago. Why was he able to establish the Embroidered Gold Pavilion and stir up trouble during the reign of Emperor Taizu?"

Hongxiu said, "Li Zuo is more like a 'giant mushroom' than a human. He lives by the growth of mycelium and even found the Southern Tang, which was on the verge of being destroyed. He gave them the legitimacy of the Southern Tang as the last emperor, which is why he was able to build the Embroidered Gold Pavilion in the Southern Tang."

"The people sent by Xiujinlou this time are from the Yinluo Division and the Benlei Division. The Benlei Division is mainly responsible for gathering information, while the Yinluo Division, led by Commander Qianye, is responsible for massacring Buxianxian."

"Oh dear!" Xiao Feng frowned deeply. "I never expected there to be such a secret!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Brother Xiao, I told you the world is a deep place."

"Yes!" Xiao Feng nodded in agreement, "Unfathomable."

Ding'an gnawed on a bone, looked around, and said, "What's the story after that?" He wiped his mouth and said, "With your personality, little beggar, how could you let that woman be so arrogant?"

Hongxiu took a sip of wine, her eyes gleaming with fire. "I'm not worried about Qianye setting fire to the tower." She paused, her smile turning cold. "It's just that the little girl on my back is trembling terribly."
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Under the bright moonlight, Hongxiu, carrying Zhou Hongxian on her back, stood proudly atop the tower.

She looked up at the night sky and was momentarily stunned. She saw wispy clouds swirling around the sky, vaguely resembling a human figure.

At first glance, he looks remarkably like Ren Shaoyang.

Hongxiu smiled to herself, thinking, "Back then, that cripple was incredibly clumsy and even broke both his legs. How could he dare to carry me and my broken arm around like that?" Then, looking at the incoming fire arrows, she smiled proudly, "This moment is just like that moment!"

He immediately pushed off with his toes, and with a crash, the top of the tower shattered, and he fell into the tower along with the bricks and tiles.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept from behind, and three men in black pounced at the same time, their weapons flashing like the wind, each aiming for several vital points at Zhou Hongxian, shouting, "Die!"

In the blink of an eye, the Red-Sleeved Demon Blade had already changed direction, unpredictably passing under the armpit.

With three soft "hissing" sounds, the three men in black were stabbed in the throat almost simultaneously. Only one of them managed to utter a half-sound of "ah" before he could no longer make a sound, his body frozen in place as if stiffened.

The slash came so fast and so strangely that none of the men in black around saw it clearly, and they were all stunned for a moment.

With three loud thuds, the three men collapsed to the ground, their heads rolling out and blood gushing from their chests.

The men in black inside the tower were stunned. They hadn't expected the woman to be so ruthless. Most of them hadn't even seen how she made her move and assumed she had used some kind of sorcery. They were all horrified.

Without a sound, the crowd retreated like the receding tide.

Hongxiu glanced around arrogantly and laughed, "If you're not going to be a decent person anymore, then you might as well not live at all." As she finished speaking, a glint flashed in her eyes.

The crowd was only two or three zhang away from her when they suddenly felt her gaze upon them, piercing straight into their divine palace. In an instant, they lost all five senses and before they could react, they all knelt down with a "whoosh".

With loud thuds, his head slammed into the ground, causing his brains to splatter and blood to gush out, his eyeballs to pop out of their sockets.

Zhou Hongxian had never seen such a bizarre scene before.
She screamed in fright and buried her head in her back like an ostrich.

Hongxiu patted her little bottom and laughed, "If you're scared, then don't look."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hongxian stubbornly raised her head, puffed out her cheeks, and said with a forced smile, "Hongxian is alright! Sister did a great job killing, she killed wonderfully, she killed brilliantly!"

"Do you take me for a toad? And you think I'm a croaking frog?"

Hongxiu carried her on her back and walked down the stairs, step by step, towards the bottom of the tower.

Seeing that they had left the eerie scene and the lingering stench of blood had greatly diminished, Zhou Hongxian grew bolder and asked, "Sister, what's the name of your 'one look and you die' move?"

"Heh, this is called 'striking the god'."

"Shamanic ritual?" Zhou Hongxian was taken aback. "A shamanic dance?"

"It's not some kind of shamanistic ritual," Hongxiu laughed and explained, "Little girl, do you know that those whose martial arts skills haven't reached the pinnacle mostly rely on techniques and internal energy to fight each other?"

"Yes, that's right!"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "But when you reach the pinnacle, when masters clash, it's a matter of 'using gods to fight gods, using gods to defeat gods.'"

"What... what does this mean?"

"Silly girl," Hongxiu smiled indulgently, "Bones and blood can fight, internal energy can harm, and weapons can kill." She turned to look at her, "Can't your spirit destroy the Yin spirit on the other side?"

"Huh?" Zhou Hongxian was stunned. "What's the difference between this and a deity?"

"Haha, there are still some differences."

As Hongxiu stepped out of the tower, she saw the man in black rushing towards her, hacking and slashing. She immediately raised her hand and swung her sword across the crowd. A dozen swords in front of her shattered simultaneously, and the man in black, blood spurting from his seven orifices, was severed from his body, killed in a gruesome manner.

"Little girl," Hongxiu pointed her sword, "Is it that coward?"

Zhou Hongxian followed the gaze and shuddered. The firelight illuminated Qianye's face, overlapping with the image of his father's killer from his memories.

"It was her." The little girl's voice choked, tears streaming down her face. "She killed my father."

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and smiled gently: "Alright, then I'll take her head off." Her voice, like the cry of a phoenix, resounded throughout the entire venue.

Upon hearing the sound, the crowd surged forward from all sides, only to see Hongxiu standing there with a sword in hand, exuding awe-inspiring power. For a moment, no one dared to approach.

"This young lady is quite impressive."

Qianye approached gracefully, looked her up and down for a moment, and chuckled, "How come I've never heard of such a remarkable person?"

Zhou Hongxian, who was originally tense, was taken aback upon hearing these words.

But then Hongxiu chuckled and said, "My name is Ren Hongxiu, and I am one of the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'."

"The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier?" Qianye chuckled. "What kind of weird names are those!"

Hongxiu remained silent.

He slowly raised his head, and a hint of crimson slowly spread across the depths of his eyes.

The wind outside the tower suddenly stopped.

Qianye glanced at her, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Little sister, you want to attack me?"

"Yes," Hongxiu said calmly, "Throughout history, no one has dared to provoke the Three Fiends." "Oh, the Three Fiends?"

Qianye's eyes flashed, and he quietly took his weapon from his subordinate—a giant scythe.

"There are too many people in the martial arts world who are called the Three Fiends, such as the 'Three Fiends of Taihang,' the 'Three Fiends of Bashan,' and the 'Three Bears of Beihai.' But I have never heard of any bullshit 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier.'"

Qianye held the giant scythe in his hand, looked around, and chuckled, "Have you heard of it?"

"no!"

"What a load of rubbish!"

"The Three Fiends? I've killed countless江湖人士 (jianghu figures) with that name in one punch!"

The men in black present burst into mocking laughter.

Zhou Hongxian wanted to argue, but when she caught a glimpse of Hongxiu's gloomy face, she panicked and couldn't speak.

Hongxiu glanced at the crowd and suddenly laughed, "It's been a long time since anyone has acted so recklessly." Her voice was soft, but her killing intent suddenly surged to its peak.

A faint, almost imperceptible crimson hue spread, its momentum like a wild horse galloping, its power increasing with each passing moment.

Qianye and Hongxiu were several feet apart, but Qianye felt the killing intent like swords dancing wildly, tearing through the air.

Her clothes and hair fluttered, a sweet taste rose in her throat, and she suddenly stood still, letting out a delicate shout as she circulated her inner energy, instantly raising her aura to its peak.

A soft hissing sound filled the air as the powerful energies clashed and surged. Qianye's blood and qi surged, and he almost lost his balance. He felt that the more true qi he sent out, the stronger the killing intent surged in.

It was as if the wind had fueled the fire, and it was now out of control.

Qianye was horrified. His legs went weak, and he couldn't help but take a half step back, burying himself in the ground.

At this moment, the murderous aura found an opening and, with a hiss, surged forth like an overwhelming force.

"Uh!"

"What kind of magic is this?"

"puff!"

Everyone in the Embroidered Gold Pavilion felt a sudden heat in their chests, and then, with a "plop," blood gushed from their mouths.

Just as everyone was feeling dizzy and confused, they suddenly heard a loud "clang".

Qianye screamed in alarm, his eyes wide with horror, and retreated frantically.

The scene before everyone at Xiujinlou was a blood-red blur, and they could only vaguely make out a figure flying like lightning, rushing straight towards them.

If you were to look down from high above at this moment, the sight would be truly extraordinary and magnificent!

The red-sleeved figure was like a shooting star trailing a blood-red comet. The man in black was still more than ten feet away. Like a withered leaf encountering a strong wind, with a splash, a wave of blood rose into the air, and limbs flew everywhere, smashing into the surrounding people and sending them flying backward!
The people behind, unaware of what had happened ahead, were all astonished to see Hongxiu carrying Zhou Hongxian through the formation. When they tried to stop her, they were shocked to realize that Wuchou's sword light had come too fast.

brush!
A red sleeve brushed past him like lightning, and a blood-red mist burst forth from the man in black, causing him to fall instantly.

The little beggar transformed into a crimson breeze, and wherever he passed, the men in black tumbled like waves, torn to pieces. In just a few dozen feet, he had killed over a hundred people, each corpse a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Its murderous aura was like a knife; as it moved, it would slice people to pieces.

As Zhou Hongxian lay on Hongxiu's back, he felt an invisible, powerful force in front of Hongxiu, sharper than swords and knives. At first, the black-clad man in front of him shattered upon contact, then swords and knives attacked, destroying everything and leaving people crippled. After that, nothing could survive, not even mountains, trees, or houses.

At first, the people from Xiujinlou had fierce expressions and wanted to chop the two girls into mincemeat. But then, they looked incredulous and charged back without stopping.

The men in black cried out in alarm, their faces filled with fear and despair. It turned out that hundreds of people had been slaughtered by Hongxiu.

A moment later, apart from the crackling sound of the fire burning, no one made a sound in the vast Immortal Realm.

On a distant hilltop, a woman in red, with languid eyes, stared wide-eyed.

Seeing Hongxiu charging around with Xiao Hongxian on her back, and watching her kill people as easily as cutting grass and pulling wheat, he trembled all over, a fear he had never felt before welling up in his heart: "Heavens! This woman takes lives and even destroys corpses; her methods are no different from those of evil spirits and demons. How can there be such a person in the world?!"

At the same time, Qianye fled frantically, not daring to look back. He heard the screams behind him growing louder and closer, knowing that Ren Hongxiu had caught up. He was terrified and panicked, and immediately circulated his true energy with all his might, wishing he could sprout wings and fly away.

Now, the "Yan Yin" list, the host's punishment, and any grand ambitions are all unimportant!

All Qianye wanted was to live, to escape the pursuit of that evil spirit!

Just then, Qianye suddenly saw several men in black appear in front of him. Judging from their clothes, they were from the Thunderous Legion of the Embroidered Gold Pavilion.

"Damn it, that shameless courtesan actually stood by and watched me die!"

Qianye was filled with hatred. He knew that the leader of the Benlei tribe was hiding in the flower sea of ​​Buxianxian. He wanted to lure Hongxiu there, so he immediately shouted, "Brothers of the Benlei tribe, lend a hand!"

But then, suddenly they saw the men in black in front of them all scattering to the sides as if they had been startled by a ghost.

Qianye's heart tightened, and he shouted, "Why are you running?!" As he ran, he suddenly sensed something strange behind him and immediately swung his scythe back.

Chi!
The giant scythe transformed into a streak of dark light, tearing through the night sky and disappearing in a flash.

Suddenly, the area fell silent, except for the crackling of the flames.

Suddenly, a heavy object fell to the ground with a "thud." It was two pieces of dead body that landed in front of him, with hot blood and filth splattered all over the ground, splashing all over Qianye.

Qianye's heart felt as if it had fallen into an abyss. He slowly raised his head and saw layers of blood mist in front of him, obscuring the sky and the sun. The woman in blood-red clothes, wielding a demonic blade, was only about two zhang away.

Her round little face was grinning at me.

Qianye gasped in surprise, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She cried out urgently, "Sister, I was just joking!" Her gaze was sincere and pure. "Can we make up?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "Reconcile? Too late!"

Qianye's eyes reddened, tears welled up, and she said aggrievedly, "Sister, aren't you giving me any way out?"

Hongxiu said calmly, "That's how we three villains do things." She raised her eyebrows. "Either we don't do it at all, or we do it to the extreme."

At that time, long clouds formed a dense array, the moon sank to the west, the wind howled and wailed as if weeping and lamenting, and the blood mist gradually dissipated.

Qianye looked up and saw that the street was soaked in blood, with severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, wondering if it was a nightmare.

"If Ren Hongxiu is this terrifying, then if we add the other two villains, let alone Xiujinlou, which power in the world could stop them?"

Suddenly, Hongxiu chuckled softly, "How dare you be distracted?" In a flash, she was already in front of him, the knife in her hand shining like a rainbow and dark as autumn water, slashing towards Qianye's face.

Knowing that the swordsman's skill was too high, Qianye immediately raised his sickle to parry, but the force of the blow was overwhelming and unstoppable. Seeing that his sickle failed to deflect the blade, Qianye was greatly alarmed and dodged the attack.

Chi!
The blade's energy swept away, and with a crack, a pavilion a dozen feet away split in two and collapsed with a clamor, sending dust billowing up everywhere.

"You bitch, you managed to escape, that's why I'm here!"

Hongxiu sneered, gave a thumbs-down gesture, and swiftly slashed three times towards her head.

Qianye was terrified. He let out a shout and swung his giant scythe in a circle.

Hongxiu chuckled, but before her laughter subsided, a flash of blood appeared, and with a "clang," the demonic blade struck the giant scythe. The little beggar suddenly spun around, his curved blade veering erratically as he smoothly deflected it.

Qianye felt a burning sensation in her tiger's mouth, and the giant scythe was actually swung away. Fearing that Hongxiu would take advantage of the situation and cut her down with a single blow, she immediately leaped backward.

To everyone's surprise, Hongxiu did not pursue her. Instead, she raised her hand and slapped her squarely across the cheek.

Snapped!
The sound was crisp and melodious, resounding throughout the entire place.

Qianye screamed and was sent flying backward. Before she could fall, she rolled over and jumped up, her cheek swollen and blood gushing from her nose.

The witch chuckled and said, "I've been holding back this slap for a long time."

(End of this chapter)