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"Senior Brother Zeng! Wake up!" Zhang Xiaofan was both anxious and angry, struggling to defend himself against Zeng Shushu's seemingly frenzied attacks while trying to call out to him.

Ke Zeng Shushu ignored him, his eyes fixed on a pink haze. His sword moves were chaotic, but every strike was aimed at Zhang Xiaofan's vitals. He mumbled incoherently, saying things like "strange beast... treasure..."

Zhang Xiaofan was hesitant to act rashly, his cultivation level restricted, and he could only rely on his agility to barely defend himself against Zeng Shushu's relentless attacks, finding himself in perilous situations.

He could bring himself to use force to subdue Zeng Shushu, but that was his senior brother; how could he possibly do that?

If he doesn't stop Zeng Shushu's frenzied attacks, he'll eventually be exhausted and injured, or he might accidentally hurt him.

While the two were locked in combat, Biyao made her move on the other side.

She didn't even glance at Zeng Shushu, who was being bewitched, as if it were a trivial matter. Her slender white fingers quickly formed a seal in front of her chest, and a faint white light emanated from her fingertips. A crystal-clear, teardrop-shaped white flower slowly rotated in her palm, exuding a cold and sorrowful aura.

A flash of white light, silent yet swift as lightning, shot straight towards Li Xun, who was about to seize the opportunity to attack Zhang Xiaofan from both sides!

Li Xun was prepared. Upon seeing this, he roared angrily, and the Nine Yang Ruler shone brightly, transforming into a flame shield in front of him. The white light formed by the Heartbreak Flower collided with the flame shield, making a hissing sound. The cold white light even froze the crimson flames into fine ice crystals, and the flame shield flickered and swayed.

Li Xun felt a chill run down his spine; this demoness's cultivation was incredibly strong!

Just as he was about to activate his spiritual power to reinforce the magic weapon, a flash of purple light appeared in the corner of his eye, and an incomparably sharp blade silently pierced towards his back from the side and behind! It was Jin Ping'er's purple blade!

"Despicable!" Li Xun was shocked and furious. He couldn't maintain his flame shield anymore. He swept the Nine Yang Ruler to the side and back, and the crimson flames surged, trying to force Jin Ping'er back.

However, he was already distracted by the chilling aura of the Heartbreak Flower, and his hasty return to defense at this moment had weakened his strength by three points.

Jin Ping'er chuckled and twisted her figure like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the Crimson Flame Ruler Wind. The Purple Light Blade continued its momentum, only cutting a shallow gash on Li Xun's arm, from which blood gushed out instantly.

Using the force of the attack, she gracefully retreated and disappeared back into the rain and mist, waiting for her chance to strike.

Li Xun winced in pain, letting out a muffled groan. A tingling, itchy sensation came from the wound on his arm, and he knew that the purple blade was probably poisonous.

He was both shocked and furious, and dared not be careless. He activated the Nine Yang Ruler with all his might, and the crimson flames surrounded his body as he fought against Bi Yao's Heartbreak Flower. Bi Yao's cultivation was already higher than his, and the Heartbreak Flower was strange and difficult to defend against. Sometimes it was a cold and piercing rain of flowers, and sometimes it was an invisible and intangible soul-stirring power. Li Xun was on the defensive and quickly fell into a disadvantage. He could only parry and had no power to fight back.

Zhang Xiaofan on the other side was in an even worse state.

Zeng Shushu was like a mad tiger, slashing and hacking wildly with the Xuanyuan Sword without any pattern, which made his movements unpredictable. Zhang Xiaofan had to guard against him hurting himself while also being careful not to hurt him. He narrowly avoided vital points several times, and his sleeves were already torn in several places, and his arms were also covered in bloodstains.

He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, and he called out repeatedly, but Zeng Shushu seemed not to hear him.

"Senior Brother Zeng! It's me, Zhang Xiaofan! Wake up!" Zhang Xiaofan seized an opportunity, risked getting close, and slapped Zeng Shushu on the shoulder, trying to wake him up with his spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Shushu swept his sword horizontally with a backhand, almost severing his finger. Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly withdrew his hand, his heart turning cold. This couldn't go on...

Just as Zhang Xiaofan was in a state of panic and Li Xun was in imminent danger, Li Xun, who was entangled with Bi Yao, was caught off guard and had his meridians invaded by a wisp of the Heartbreak Flower's cold energy, causing his movements to falter.

Like a venomous snake that had been waiting for a long time, Jin Ping'er quietly appeared from the rain and mist, her purple blade aimed straight for Li Xun's throat!

Li Xun was horrified. He struggled to turn around, and the purple blade grazed his neck, leaving a trail of blood. Although it was not fatal, the chill and the strange, itchy poison spread instantly. Half of his body went numb, his spiritual energy flowed sluggishly, and the Nine Yang Ruler's light dimmed abruptly.

Biyao's eyes turned cold, and the Heartbreak Flower shone brightly with white light, transforming into several streams of light that instantly shattered Li Xun's protective crimson flames, striking him squarely in the chest.

"puff--!"

Li Xun was struck hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward and crashed heavily into the mud. The Nine Yang Ruler flew out of his hand, its light gone. He struggled to get up, but his whole body was in excruciating pain, and his meridians were blocked. For a moment, he was unable to move.

Jin Ping'er flashed and was already in front of Li Xun, her purple blade pressed against his throat. She smiled and said, "Young Master Li, don't move. The poison on this blade isn't very gentle."

Li Xun's face turned deathly pale, filled with shame and indignation. He stared intently at Jin Ping'er, but could not utter a word.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaofan was shocked to see Li Xun captured. He was a little slow and Zeng Shushu slashed his arm with a sword, causing blood to flow freely.

He couldn't care less anymore. He suddenly exerted his strength to deflect Zeng Shushu's sword, retreated several steps, and held the Yuanlei Sword horizontally in front of him. Panting heavily, he looked at Zeng Shushu, who was closing in step by step and whose eyes were dazed, and then at Li Xun, who was being restrained, and Biyao, who was calm and composed with cold eyes. He felt a sense of despair.

Biyao didn't look at Li Xun again. She put away the Heartbreak Flower, and the white light and shadow gathered in her palm. She walked step by step towards Zhang Xiaofan and Zeng Shushu. Rain fell all around her and slid away automatically. Her water-green skirt brushed against the muddy withered grass, but remained spotless.

Zeng Shushu seemed to sense the threat, stopped attacking Zhang Xiaofan, and turned to face Biyao. The Xuanyuan Sword was pointed at her, and he still had a silly smile on his face, but his eyes were empty.

Biyao stopped a few steps away from the two of them. She glanced at Zeng Shushu, who was being bewitched, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if she found something troublesome.

Then, her gaze fell on Zhang Xiaofan's face, or more precisely, on the Abyss Thunder Sword in his hand, which occasionally flashed with a glint of lightning.

She glanced at the sword a few times, her eyes somewhat unfocused, as if she were recalling something.

Then, she reached out and pointed to the sword in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, her voice flat: "This sword is interesting. Let me take a look."

Zhang Xiaofan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, neither moving nor speaking, but simply watching her warily.

Biyao didn't care. She turned her gaze to the Nine Yang Ruler that Li Xun had dropped in the mud beside her, and then looked at Li Xun, who was being restrained by Jin Ping'er and had a face full of resentment. Suddenly, a very faint, almost malicious smile flashed across her eyes.

She walked over, bent down, picked up Li Xun's Nine Yang Ruler, weighed it in her hand, and casually tossed it aside. Then, she walked up to Zhang Xiaofan and reached out her hand.

Zhang Xiaofan subconsciously took a half step back, holding the Yuanlei Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

Biyao's hand froze in mid-air. Seeing his wary expression, the smile on her lips deepened, then turned cold. She didn't force it; instead, she looked into his eyes and asked again, her voice softer but carrying an undeniable authority: "Give me the sword."

Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth but still didn't move. He couldn't easily give away the magic weapon bestowed upon him by his master, especially to the demonic sect members.

Biyao seemed to have lost her patience. She twitched her fingers slightly, and a thin white light flashed. Zhang Xiaofan felt a numbness in his wrist, and the Yuanlei Sword flew out of his hand. With a "thud," it stuck to a withered tree next to him and trembled on its own.

Zhang Xiaofan was terrified. Before he could react, Biyao appeared beside the withered tree like a ghost, pulled out the Abyss Thunder Sword, and found it heavy in his hand. Lightning danced on her fingertips as she ran her fingers over the cold blade, her eyes somewhat vacant, lost in thought.

Then, she turned around, picked up her sword, and walked to Li Xun, who was lying paralyzed in the mud, unable to move.

Li Xun stared at her, his eyes widening, a hint of fear finally appearing in them.

Biyao looked down at him for two seconds, then suddenly raised her foot and kicked Li Xun's cheek with the tip of her muddy embroidered shoe, her tone flat as if she were asking about the weather.

"Li Xun from Burning Incense Valley?"

Li Xun, filled with shame and rage, forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Witch! Kill me if you want!"

Biyao nodded, as if confirming, and then she raised the Yuanlei Sword, which belonged to Zhang Xiaofan, with the tip pointing downwards, toward Li Xun's...buttocks.

Zhang Xiaofan watched in stunned silence, momentarily speechless.

Jin Ping'er was also taken aback for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of amusement.

Biyao flicked her wrist, and the tip of her sword thrust downwards with a light touch.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, utterly inhuman, suddenly ripped through the rain.

Li Xun's eyes suddenly bulged out, his whole body convulsed violently, his face instantly turned liver-colored, then turned deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and a strange "hoarse" sound came from his throat. Then his head tilted to the side, and he actually fainted from the pain.