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

At this moment, Fifth Qinghan no longer had that aloof and invincible demeanor.

She hunched her shoulders, sobbing helplessly like a child who had done something wrong.

That heart, which should have been churning with hatred, was now as still as a deep pool frozen by ice and snow.

She pressed her trembling fingertips against her chest, but could no longer find a trace of the familiar resentment.

Fifth Shu Shuang, who was standing to the side, stared at this scene. The hand that Shen Shu Chou had been holding and was clasped with Fifth Qing Han's tightened slightly at this moment.

Those eyes remained fixed on Shen Shuchou's face, the love in them surging like a turbulent sea.

Unfortunately, the love in her eyes went unseen by those eyes.

Shen Shuchou stood there quietly, as if isolated in another world, completely unaware of Fifth Shushuang's deep affection.

After an unknown amount of time, the sobbing gradually subsided, and Fifth Qinghan abruptly pulled her hand back, fiercely wiping away the tears with her sleeve.

Her hair fell messily across her face, and when she looked up, the bloodthirsty hatred that had surged in her eyes had dissipated.

Only a calm, still pool remained: "Fine... I'll admit defeat. Since Brother Shen wants to keep you, I'll spare you this time."

Fifth Book lowered his eyes to hide the turmoil within, and murmured softly as if sighing, "What is the point of winning or losing... Is it really that important?"

"Winning or losing may not be important, but Brother Shen is very important to me."

Fifth Qinghan spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.

Before she finished speaking, she nestled softly into Shen Shuchou's arms like a wounded young animal seeking shelter.

Her hair brushed against his chest, and when she looked up at her tear-stained face, her eyelashes were still trembling slightly, yet she forced a smug smile.

Her fingertips unconsciously tugged at his clothes, her dimples filled with a coquettish tone: "Take me away from here, okay, Brother Shen?"

Looking at the two embracing, Wu Shushuang felt a bitter, rusty taste rise in her throat.

In a daze, she seemed to be stripped out of this entanglement, becoming a phantom wandering on the edge.

Just as this bitter feeling lingered in my chest, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and a bone-chilling cold, carrying a sinister killing intent, rushed towards me.

Fifth Qinghan suddenly tensed his back, tightened his grip on Shen Shuchou's arm, and his piercing gaze cut through the twilight like a blade.

A figure in green stepped out from the crevice, his black hair moving without wind, and a spot of vermilion between his brows that looked like congealed blood.

The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe, which fluttered gently in the wind, like a vivid ink painting.

His face was strikingly handsome yet strangely alluring, possessing a captivating charm that made people afraid to look directly at him.

His aura surged like a black hole, devouring all the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius. The newcomer was none other than Shan Chi, the Lord of the Death Court.

"Since you're all here, let's go back together."

Dan Chi's gaze swept over the two women, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of power.

"I won't go back with you."

Fifth Qinghan said coldly, then pointed to Fifth Shushuang and added, "She won't either. No one can force us."

After saying that, Fifth Qinghan unleashed another terrifying aura, raised his demonic blade, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Dan Chi said calmly.

Before he finished speaking, Shan Chi raised his hand and waved it lightly, and that terrifying pressure enveloped the two women like raindrops.

boom!

Under this oppressive force, cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet, spreading outwards into the distance.

Despite the two women's attempts to defend themselves, their figures appeared so small and fragile under the oppressive force.

However, in the blink of an eye, they were pressed down by this oppressive aura and became unable to move, as if they were nailed to the ground and unable to break free.

At the critical moment, a sharp "whoosh!" ripped through the stagnant air.

A streak of silver light, carrying a chilling killing intent, streaked down from the depths of the clouds.

Wherever it passed, spiderweb-like ripples spread through the space, tearing apart the oppressive barrier set up by the single pool.

Dan Chi's eyes narrowed, a hint of surprise flashing in them, but he quickly regained his composure.

With a gentle wave of his hand, as if making a simple gesture, he crushed the silver light.

The silver light vanished instantly in his palm, like a dream bubble.

Amidst the scattered light, a slender figure stood suspended in mid-air, stepping on the swirling silver rain.

The girl was slender as a willow, but her chest was voluptuous, and her dark-colored outfit outlined her graceful curves.

Upon seeing the newcomer, a surge of emotion welled up in Shan Chi's eyes, as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

He said coldly, "Shan Mengsheng, how dare you show your face before me?"

Mr. Shan Mengsheng glanced at the two women, his eyes revealing a hint of concern.

After making sure they were alright, he smiled faintly and said, "I haven't done anything wrong, so why wouldn't I dare?"

"You really think I won't kill you!"

Dan Chi raised an eyebrow and said coldly, his eyes becoming even colder.

The pressure emanating from him suddenly surged, and the ground began to tremble violently. However, Shan Mengsheng seemed unaware of this and moved gracefully to block the two women.

"Try killing me."

Shan Mengsheng smiled again.

Then she said to the two women behind her, "You two go first, I'll hold him off."

Upon hearing this, Fifth Shu Shuang was about to move when her injuries were aggravated, and a sharp pain struck her, causing her to sway slightly.

She gritted her teeth and finally looked at Fifth Qinghan, saying, "Take Brother Shen away from here, the farther the better."

"I can't kill you, and neither can anyone else. Let's go together."

Fifth Qinghan walked over and helped Fifth Shushuang up, her tone firm and leaving no room for doubt.

In her heart, no matter how many grudges she had held in the past, they had all temporarily dissipated at this moment.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Shan Chi's mouth. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying pressure swept over him once again like a surging wave.

This oppressive force was almost tangible, transforming into invisible shackles that tightly bound everyone's bodies and souls.

The air seemed to freeze under this oppressive force, and every inch of skin was under tremendous pressure.

Upon seeing this, Shan Mengsheng frowned slightly, and in an instant, the power of the Great Ascension Realm emanated from her body like a dazzling star.

As one of the former Four Dark Lords, she was naturally not afraid of Shan Chi. Perhaps she couldn't compare to him in terms of raw strength, but she had her own confidence.

She knew that it was almost impossible to completely defeat Dan Chi, but she could still hold him off for a while.

After all, she had already spread the word about this place since she came here.

She silently calculated the time in her mind, thinking that it wouldn't be long before people from various sects would arrive.

At that time, no matter how powerful Danchi is, he will find it difficult to withstand the siege of many experts.

"Anyone who stands in my way shall die."

Dan Chi's body was surrounded by surging demonic energy, like dark clouds pressing down overhead. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared intently at Dan Mengsheng.

Shan Mengsheng's repeated obstruction completely ignited the anger in his heart.

His hand clenched suddenly in mid-air, and demonic power gathered wildly, eventually transforming into a chess piece as black as night, emitting an eerie glow.

The chess piece, its surface shimmering with runes as if it contained a world-destroying power, fell fiercely towards Shan Mengsheng.

This terrifying strike hurtled through the air, distorting and warping space in its path, and producing a chilling sound.

Even though Shan Mengsheng and he were blood relatives, in his heart, Ruoxin's return to the light of day was the most important thing.

To achieve this goal, he would stop at nothing, and even if his closest relatives tried to stop him, he would eliminate them without hesitation.

Faced with this unparalleled attack, Shan Mengsheng knew perfectly well that she had thoroughly provoked Shan Chi's killing intent.

However, there was not a trace of fear in her eyes, which were as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well.

From the moment she decided to stop Danchi, she was fully prepared and would never back down halfway.

Thinking this, Shan Mengsheng's hands suddenly turned into phantoms, like serpents swimming in the void.

The mysterious runes flowing from his fingertips gleamed with a cool silver light, each line twisting and writhing like a living thing, weaving the laws of heaven and earth into a net.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly toward her as if swallowed by an invisible giant maw.

A vortex of spiritual energy, hundreds of feet in diameter, condensed in the air, stirring up the clouds and causing the sand and gravel on the ground to rise and spin rapidly with the vortex.

A clear whistle pierced the sky, and a flash of silver light appeared behind her as a long spear tore through the void.

The spear shaft shimmered with a star-like glow, and its tassel cascaded like a galaxy. It was none other than the Spirit Sea, the natal weapon that Shan Chi had personally chosen and gifted to her.

The moment Shan Mengsheng gripped the gun barrel, countless long-forgotten memories surged forth like a tide.

But her gaze grew colder, her silver spear flashing with a chilling light, pointing directly at Shan Chi's brow: "Your ambitions are too great."