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

"Who is making a fuss?"

The Corpse Demon's face instantly darkened like the sky before a storm, and his fierce gaze, like sharp arrows, shot out in all directions with extreme vigilance.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed his full divine sense without hesitation, rapidly and meticulously scanning every inch of the surrounding space. However, in the end, he still found nothing.

"Do you dare to accept?"

The voice continued to emerge unhurriedly.

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

The Corpse Demon sneered, his laughter filled with unbridled arrogance and conceit, as if everything in the world was as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

"But who are you, daring to play tricks on my territory?"

The Corpse Demon's eyes, which were already filled with bloodlust and ferocity, now gleamed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

Yu Shuiwei was also filled with curiosity and doubt. Her bright, star-like eyes were wide open, and she stared intently at her surroundings, trying to find the owner of the mysterious voice in this seemingly calm environment.

Then she heard a very soft, gentle voice in her ear: "Little girl! Don't be afraid! I'm here."

Upon hearing this voice, Yu Shuiwei was suddenly stunned, her mind instantly filled with countless questions. She simply couldn't understand why this sudden voice would choose to help her.

Seeing that no one had appeared for a long time, the Corpse Demon suddenly unleashed a thick black mist, as thick as ink, which surged and churned violently as it rose into the air.

A chilling aura of terror suddenly erupted from him like a volcanic eruption.

Like a surging, raging tide, it spread wildly in all directions, attempting to find the owner of the mysterious voice using this extreme and domineering method.

"Insolence! You refuse to bow to the Emperor; your death is imminent."

A cold shout suddenly rang out like a thunderclap, causing the entire space to tremble slightly.

"What emperor? Here, I am the emperor."

The Corpse Demon roared hoarsely, his voice filled with an arrogant and domineering air, as if he were the supreme and only ruler of this world.

No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he was a corpse demon who had cultivated for ten thousand years, and his cultivation had already broken through the Mahayana realm and reached the realm of a half-emperor.

This level of cultivation is unique in this world, and no one can rival him. Unfortunately, he is destined to suffer a bloody disaster today.

"Little Hong'er, did you hear that? This arrogant brat is insulting your grandma. You should teach him a lesson so he won't think your sword isn't sharp enough."

Yan Xuanshi's voice, tinged with a hint of frivolity and mockery, drifted over.

"Hmph!" Qin Hongyi followed with a cold snort filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

Hearing the undisguised contempt in that voice, the Corpse Demon was instantly enraged and was about to say something to vent his anger.

But to his horror, he discovered that his vital energy had been firmly locked by a mysterious force so powerful it was despair-inducing, as if he were trapped in an indestructible cage from which he could not escape.

Immediately afterward, a dazzling, illusory light flashed before his eyes, and a woman dressed in red seemed to slowly walk out of the illusion, gradually appearing clearly in front of him.

With just that fleeting glance, the Corpse Demon felt as if his mind had been struck by a thunderbolt, and he was instantly shaken.

An extremely dangerous shadow of death suddenly arose within him, quickly enveloping his entire being.

He couldn't sense any fluctuations in cultivation level from the woman in red in front of him, even though he had already reached the Half-Emperor realm!

However, at this moment, the woman seemed to be holding a helpless chick in her grasp, easily and firmly controlling him.

Right now, without needing to think much, one can clearly understand the extraordinary realm this woman in red has reached.

This is a true powerhouse at the pinnacle of the Great Emperor realm.

The difference between a half-emperor and an emperor is not just a matter of vast distances, it's like the difference between heaven and earth.

Not to mention, even above the Emperor level, there is still an unimaginable gap.

The corpse demon's throat bobbed up and down with difficulty, its mouth opening and closing repeatedly, as if it were trying its best to say something.

However, under Qin Hongyi's immense pressure, which was as heavy as a collapsing mountain and as turbulent as a surging ocean, he was unable to utter a single syllable.

Qin Hongyi brought her two fingers together, and in that instant, the wind and clouds in the world suddenly surged violently, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand.

A sword aura, containing boundless and terrifying power, suddenly surged forth in a breathtaking manner.

This sword energy seemed to be condensed from the endless resentment gushing out from the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood flowing like rivers.

It is an extremely sharp sword aura formed from the resentment of countless lives born in extreme pain and despair.

next second!

The Corpse Demon experienced an extremely strange illusion, feeling as if it had become incredibly small.

Yu Shuiwei, standing to the side, was exceptionally tall, like a towering giant.

A loud "bang!"

An object crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. The Corpse Demon then snapped out of its daze, realizing that it hadn't shrunk in size.

Instead, his own head had been silently severed and fell to the ground. He struggled to roll his head back to look.

Behind him, he saw limbs scattered haphazardly: long, straight legs, strong, powerful arms, and a broken neck.

The Corpse Demon stared blankly at these things, his eyes filled with disbelief and extreme terror, because he clearly recognized that these were all his own bodies.

Yu Shuiwei stared blankly at everything, like a wooden sculpture, her eyes filled with disbelief. This scene had happened far too quickly.

The corpse demon that filled her with resentment and bitterness, and that had effortlessly defeated her, was now silently disintegrating into several pieces, scattered all over the ground in a shocking sight.

Before she could recover from this extreme shock and have more time to think, a woman slowly and gradually appeared clearly before her eyes.

Yan Xuanshi stared intently at Yu Shuiwei with her beautiful eyes, her gaze seemingly possessing a magical power that could penetrate everything, reaching deep into the soul.

In the deepest part of that unreachable, abyss-like heart, she seemed to glimpse the figure she had dreamed of seeing all her life.

"Senior?" Yu Shuiwei asked cautiously, her voice as soft as a falling feather, filled with doubt and awe.

She was completely puzzled. Who was this person? Why did he choose to help her? And why was he staring at her so intently?

Yan Xuanshi did not choose to answer her question, but instead slowly approached Yu Shuiwei with light steps, and finally gently pulled her into her arms.

Yu Shuiwei was stunned again. At this moment, her mind was completely blank, a mess, and she didn't know what was going on.

Even Qin Hongyi, who was standing to the side, did not understand Yan Xuanshi's actions at this moment.

She felt like she had become Yan Xuanshi's henchman, but she didn't care too much, since she still had to rely on her to find her master.

Feeling the woman in his arms trembling slightly, unable to control herself, Yan Xuanshi showed no pity or tenderness.

Immediately afterwards, she slightly parted her red lips, revealing her snow-white teeth, and then, without any mercy, bit down hard on Yu Shuiwei's fragrant shoulder.

"Ah... um~" Yu Shuiwei's brows furrowed instantly, and her cherry-like small mouth involuntarily opened slightly, her voice containing a soft moan.

Crimson blood gushed from her shoulder in an instant. Not a single drop of this bright red blood spilled outside; it all flowed continuously into Yan Xuanshi's mouth.

She seemed to be savoring an incredibly sweet nectar, her face displaying an expression of extreme enjoyment.

It's the young master's blood!

This blood contains the essence of a young master!

I love it! I love it!

Yan Xuanshi's eyes revealed an almost insane, morbid desire, burning with a fiery fervor and obsession, as if she had fallen into some kind of inescapable madness.

Yu Shuiwei was filled with confusion and bewilderment; the senior's actions were like an unsolvable mystery to her.

She tried her best to resist, but her body seemed to be firmly bound by an invisible and powerful force, and even the slightest movement became a luxury.

The blood in her body was flowing out without any hindrance, and her once beautiful face, which was as delicate and rosy as a peach blossom, was now visibly losing its color, turning as pale as frost, and lifeless.

After a very long time, Yan Xuanshi gently stuck out her tongue, her movements as gentle as a well-behaved kitten, carefully licking the still bleeding wound.

Those bright red lips, stained with crimson blood, then, like a delicate flower petal, gently touched Yu Shuiwei's pale, bloodless lips.

"You look a lot like someone I remember from the past."

Her soft voice, so gentle it seemed to blend into the breeze, rang out as Yu Shuiwei's consciousness gradually drifted into a hazy, confused state.