After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"You want to kill me?"

Gu Yaohua narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of surprise appearing in her cold tone.

She was not angered by these words, simply because the mark between her and Luo Shisan remained.

With just a slight thought, he could easily subdue Luo Shisan.

What surprised and puzzled Gu Yaohua was why Luo Shisan would do such a thing.

This gave Gu Yaohua a sense of impending loss of control, like a calm lake suddenly being disturbed by ripples.

Luo Qingchuan looked up at Luo Shisan, his thoughts in turmoil, unable to understand why Luo Shisan would suddenly rebel against Gu Yaohua.

Luo Shisan gently stroked the three-foot-long sword with one hand, his eyes as calm as a bottomless pool, and said slowly, "You think I can't kill you?"

"The person I've always wanted to kill is you. Today, no one can save you from my sword."

Luo Shisan's tone was as calm as a breeze, as if he were casually recounting a trivial matter.

Gu Yaohua's gaze was like two sharp arrows, fixed on Luo Shisan from beginning to end, and an indescribable sense of unease grew wildly in her heart like weeds.

Without hesitation, she secretly activated the connection of the mark, attempting to use it to take Luo Shisan under her control first.

To Gu Yaohua's utter astonishment, Luo Shisan remained completely unharmed despite the interference of the mark's power, as if he had been unaffected in the slightest.

Gu Yaohua was unwilling to give up and tried several more times, but the result was still the same.

Seeing this, Gu Yaohua's expression changed slightly. Her cold eyes stared straight at Luo Shisan, and she said sharply, "When exactly did you break free from my control?"

Looking at Gu Yaohua, whose expression was slightly flustered, Luo Shisan said calmly as always, "You cannot control the course of fate."

"Similarly, you cannot control your own life and death either."

Luo Shisan's eyes burned like flames as he gripped the gleaming longsword tightly, his voice as cold as frost as he continued resolutely.

"How dare you! I am your aunt! How dare you be so disrespectful as to try to kill me!"

Gu Yaohua's eyes widened in anger, her face instantly turning ashen, her features contorted with rage, as she shouted sternly.

Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the air, carrying endless anger and majesty.

"Aunt? Hah... Compared to him, you're nothing."

Luo Shisan's lips curled into a mocking and disdainful sneer, his eyes filled with a resolute determination like stars in a cold night, firm and icy.

Without further ado, he swung his long sword out with lightning speed, as if slicing through the darkness.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of cold light appeared, and an extremely bright daylight burst forth before one's eyes. The light was so dazzling that it stung the eyes, making it almost impossible to open them.

A powerful sword aura roared out, as if the surrounding air was instantly sliced ​​into countless fragments, emitting a sharp shriek.

Although Gu Yaohua had anticipated this, the sword still came as swiftly as the wind and as fast as a ghost, leaving her no time to make a proper response.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the powerful impact, like a surging wave, sent Gu Yaohua staggering backward like a kite with a broken string.

When she finally regained her senses after the huge shock and looked around, she saw that Luo Shisan had disappeared from sight.

This scene! Instantly, Gu Yaohua felt a chill run down her spine, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, shimmering faintly in her panicked expression.

Her eyes were filled with panic and fear. She hurriedly and nervously looked around, trying to sense Luo Shisan's presence.

"Stop looking! I told you, no one can save you from death today."

Luo Shisan's voice was as gentle as a breeze, slowly ringing in my ears, yet carrying a chilling intent that cuts to the bone.

These words were like the language of a demon from the depths of hell, sending chills down Gu Yaohua's spine and making her scalp tingle.

Clang!

Accompanying the sound was a clear, melodious sword cry, a sound that seemed to be a death warrant from hell, sharp and mournful.

Gu Yaohua's heart pounded like a drum, and her breathing became rapid and erratic.

With a tearing sound, a burst of brilliant blood mist suddenly erupted between the two, as Gu Yaohua's arm was ripped off by this extremely sharp sword strike.

Gu Yaohua looked disheveled and staggered backward.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with panic and confusion, and the fear was like a surging tide, almost drowning her.

Despite being a powerful cultivator at the Mahayana Realm, she had absolutely no chance to resist Luo Shisan's sword.

Before she could even use any of her methods, she was instantly crushed by this ruthless and decisive sword strike.

"Your death was destined years ago."

Luo Shisan looked at Gu Yaohua with icy eyes and spoke in a chilling tone.

"Have you remembered yet?"

Gu Yaohua's face was ashen, and her voice trembled like a withered leaf in the wind as she spoke.

Luo Shisan's sudden betrayal makes it hard for Gu Yaohua not to speculate in that direction.

What puzzled her most was that, since the connection of the marks had not been broken, why was Luo Shisan able to break free from her control?

But this is definitely not the time for her to calmly and meticulously think things through.

"I have never forgotten."

After Luo Shisan finished speaking, he swung his sword down fiercely once more. Countless sword energies transformed into a dense, spiderweb-like net, enveloping Gu Yaohua in an overwhelming manner.

"Your Excellency, save me!"

Gu Yaohua knew she could not possibly block this sword strike, so she could only scream for help with all her might and with her heart breaking.

Gu Nan and Luo Qingchuan stood frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. In just a few breaths, Gu Yaohua was fleeing in a sorry state under Luo Shisan's sword, completely powerless to resist.

This immense impact deeply shocked Luo Qingchuan, like a raging storm crashing against his soul.

Although both are at the Mahayana Realm, the difference in their combat power is like an insurmountable abyss.

The events unfolding here were witnessed by the powerful figures from other sects, who all stared at this side with astonishment and confusion, wondering why such a fierce internal conflict would erupt within the Liqing Sect at this time.

"I humbly request your assistance, fellow Daoists. I will repay you handsomely in the future."

Gu Yaohua was not a fool. After enduring those two swift and fierce sword strikes, she clearly realized that she was no match for Luo Shisan.

She looked flustered and fled desperately into the bustling crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, I'm here to help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone responded quickly.

A bloated middle-aged man appeared like a ghost. He slightly raised his arm, extended his finger and gently touched the ground. Instantly, a terrifying, chilling light burst forth.

The cold light was like an indestructible ice wall, fiercely blocking Luo Shisan's path of pursuit.

"court death!"

Luo Shisan's eyes were slightly cold, like twinkling cold stars.

Nine black lotuses slowly appeared around him, one after another, mysterious and eerie.

Immediately afterwards, an extreme black light of swordsmanship was unleashed, carrying a devastating force.

A crisp snap! A sound rang out, like a thunderclap in my ears.

The ice wall, which had seemed indestructible, instantly developed countless fine cracks under the impact of this powerful force.

These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and the ice wall creaked painfully, as if making a final struggle.

Then, the broken ice blocks turned to dust at an incredible speed and disappeared without a trace.

A look of disbelief flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes, followed by a slight surprise.

His ice wall, which he had always considered indestructible and a powerful shield, couldn't even withstand it for a fleeting moment. It was easily shattered by this swift and fierce sword strike, breaking into pieces so completely.

And the next moment!

The sword light, carrying the chilling aura of the black lotus, flashed past him with lightning speed, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.

The middle-aged man's expression froze for a moment, feeling his vision suddenly rise without warning, and then the whole world seemed to fall into a crazy, dizzying spin.

Only then could he finally see the situation before him clearly. He saw many people below staring at him in shock, their wide eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

The middle-aged man also managed to find his body from outside the crowd, but the body was now headless and stood there all alone, looking particularly tragic.

Before any further thoughts could form in his mind, his consciousness was like smoke suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, instantly swallowed up by endless darkness.

boom!

The head, like a ripe watermelon, crashed to the ground with a dull thud, shattering instantly. Crimson blood splattered everywhere, creating a bloody and horrific scene that was too gruesome to bear.

"Anyone who gets in my way will die!"

Luo Shisan had a tall and slender figure, like an ancient pine tree standing between heaven and earth, his black robe fluttering wildly in the wind.

She parted her red lips slightly and coldly uttered this chilling sentence, like a desolate, cold night, carrying endless coldness and murderous intent.

Even if Luo Shisan remained silent about this, the others who wanted to step forward would have to carefully consider their own strength.

That middle-aged man was indeed a powerful figure at the initial stage of Mahayana Buddhism.

Although there are indeed people here who are stronger than him, none of them can be completely certain that they can kill him instantly with a single sword strike.

They had all heard of Luo Shisan's name over the past eight years.

This is a newly emerged god of death.

I never expected her to be so powerful, possessing an aura of a great emperor pointing his sword at the world.

At this moment, everyone looked solemn, some with their brows furrowed as if carrying a heavy burden of worry.

Some had their lips pressed tightly together, as if trying their best to suppress their inner panic.

Their eyes flickered, a mixture of apprehension and hesitation, as they weighed the options in their minds.

As for Gu Yaohua, who was in front, she turned around and caught a glimpse of this scene, and was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her steps became increasingly frantic.

"Your Excellency, please save me."

At this moment, Gu Yaohua kept calling out to the mysterious person in her heart, praying that he would show himself.

But they received no response. Little did they know that the man in black had appeared in the Forbidden City.