Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Faced with Sen Lie's intimidation, Xie Xiaoyi curled up a roguish smile.

Her grip remained firm, still tightly pulling Wang Yu's hair, forcibly lowering his pale face.

next moment.

He gripped the heavy butcher knife in a reverse grip, blade facing down, and pointed it at Wang Yu's cheek, "slap, slap, slap—"

Three more crisp, loud slaps landed hard across the face.

The sound echoed through the long street, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Wang Yu was so shocked by the slap that he saw stars, his cheeks instantly swelled up, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and even struggling was difficult.

A guard beside Sen Lie pointed his steel blade directly at Xie Xiaoyi and roared, "You madman, how dare you commit murder against the Second Prince!"

Do you know the battle sword in my commander's hand? It weighs eighty-two pounds, and no one in the world can withstand a single blow from it!

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoyi grabbed Wang Yu's hair and shook it, like shaking a disobedient dog.

He then raised the butcher's knife, slowly pointing the tip at the guard who had shouted, his tone both innocent and irritating:

"Oh—intimidation. Are you blatantly intimidating me? To be honest, I'm a very timid person, and I'm easily frightened."

The words had barely left his mouth—

Swish-!

A flash of cold light, incredibly fast, and the butcher's knife lightly sliced ​​across Wang Yu's thigh.

A bloody piece of flesh flew down with a thud, and the blood instantly soaked through the fabric.

"Ughh ...

Wang Yu suddenly arched his back, and a piercing scream echoed through the long street.

Xie Xiaoyi remained unfazed, even lightly blowing away a drop of blood from the knife, his smile both roguish and chilling.

"See, you scared me, and he lost a piece of flesh. Why don't you... try scaring me again?"

Seeing Xie Xiaoyi wantonly humiliating the prince, Sen Lie was furious and shouted, "You brat—how dare you do this!"

He had only one thought in his mind: to drive away the villains and save the Second Prince!

Wang Yu was a member of the imperial family; if he made even the slightest mistake while on duty in his patrol area, under his very nose, the emperor would be enraged.

If he were held accountable, not only would he lose his head, but the entire patrol battalion would also suffer. He could not possibly bear such a responsibility.

Without further hesitation, he gripped the giant battle blade tightly with both hands, and a powerful aura exploded around him.

Aiming, charging up, and slashing, his figure was as fast as lightning, and his sword strike was as heavy and fierce as a mountain, aiming straight for Xie Xiaoyi's mid-air!

This strike was originally intended to force the opponent to retreat.

The attack was fast, fierce, and intimidating, intended to force Xie Xiaoyi to let go and dodge, so that the patrol battalion could take the opportunity to rescue the Second Prince.

Therefore, he executed this strike with great skill, his blade both swift and ruthless, effectively blocking all of Xie Xiaoyi's escape routes.

In Sen Lie's view, no matter what choice Xie Xiaoyi makes next, in the end he can only abandon Wang Yu and withdraw in order to protect himself.

But Xie Xiaoyi didn't even try to dodge.

He chuckled, flicked his wrist, and suddenly pulled the terrified Second Prince high up, placing him directly in front of him!

"No—!!" Sen Lie's pupils dilated, his eyes wide with shock and rage, as he desperately tried to sheathe his sword.

But the 82-pound Zhan Shen sword is powerful and heavy; once it strikes, it's like a mountain collapsing. How can it be stopped?

He never expected that the villain in front of him would be so insane.

I thought the other party would abandon Wang Yu to protect himself, but their actions now clearly show that they want to perish together with the Second Prince!

With this strike, the Second Prince would be cut in two, but the villain before him would have no chance of survival either.

However, even if he had ten heads, he could not bear the heinous crime of killing a prince.

This strike absolutely must not be made...

Sen Lie was filled with shock and rage. He used all his strength to forcefully twist the blade, deflecting the unstoppable Zhan Shen Blade by half a foot and slashing towards Xie Xiaoyi's left side.

In this way, the Second Prince might lose an arm, but Xie Xiaoyi would also be struck. If he wanted to escape unharmed, he would have to abandon his pawn and dodge; there was no other way!

But......

Whoosh—!

A flash of cold light, and a burst of blood mist.

Wang Yu's entire left arm was cleanly severed from the shoulder by that deflected yet still ferocious Zhan Shen Blade!

Just as Sen Lie had expected, the Zhan Shen Blade continued its momentum and struck Xie Xiaoyi's left arm heavily!

clang--!!

A deafening clang, like metal clashing, startled everyone.

The battle blade, weighing eighty-two jin and capable of cutting through gold and jade, struck Xie Xiaoyi as if it had struck ancient steel, failing to even cut a piece of his sleeve!

At this moment, Wang Yu's severed arm fell to the bluestone ground with a "thud," still twitching slightly.

"Ah—! Ah—!"

He was writhing in pain, nearly unconscious, his face covered in blood, tears, and cold sweat.

Blood gushed from the severed arm, splashing all over Xie Xiaoyi's body.

But just as the blood droplets were about to stain his clothes, they were all deflected to the ground by an invisible force.

Sen Lie's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "This...this is an invisible qi armor, the physique of a ninth-grade Vajra Realm cultivator?!"

In the instant that he was stunned and disoriented, Xie Xiaoyi channeled his energy into his right leg and unleashed a powerful "Dragon Tail Swing" move.

The leg moved like a whip, fast as lightning, and struck Sen Lie hard in the chest, sending him flying.

He then grabbed Wang Yu by the hair and shook him violently, flinging away all the blood dripping from his severed arm.

Wang Yu was crying out in pain, but he didn't care. His gaze was only fixed on Sen Lie, who was pale-faced and lying on the ground, and he smiled faintly.

"The Commander-in-Chief's strike truly lives up to its reputation. He can even cleave his own master in two with a single stroke."

Sen Lie was kicked so hard that his internal organs churned, and his battle sword clattered to the ground as he struggled to his feet.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, trembling with anger, his voice distorted:

"You...you dare...you dare to injure my Great Sheng Prince like this!"

He only dared to rebuke, but dared not strike again.

Because the person in front of him, though seemingly bizarre, actually possessed a cultivation level above the ninth-grade Vajra Realm, and his Battle Body Blade couldn't break through his defenses at all.

Xie Xiaoyi ignored him completely, her gaze fixed on Wang Yu, scanning him up and down as he lost sight of his one-armed appearance.

The next second, he clicked his tongue softly, as if he was disgusted by something.

"Asymmetrical, ugly."

With that, a flash of light appeared on the blade.

Swish-!

Another swift and decisive blow from the butcher's knife.

Half-dead, Wang Yu didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his entire right arm was severed off at the shoulder!

Xie Xiaoyi looked at Wang Yu, whose arms were both severed and who had fainted from the pain, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, that makes it much more symmetrical."

......

The patrol troops surrounded them in layers, but no one dared to be the first to charge forward.

Everyone was shocked by Xie Xiaoyi's actions; he cleaved the prince's shoulder with a knife just because of "asymmetry".

This person is either insane or a demon!

It's definitely not normal!