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

The change in Gu Jian's eyes was instantly noticed by the man on the other side of the sky.

He followed that stagnant gaze downwards and was surprised to find a slender figure hidden below.

The man could tell from Gu Jian's complex and undisguised gaze that the two knew each other.

In the blink of an eye, his power suddenly gathered, and a gigantic, illusory hand, glowing faintly, materialized out of thin air and silently reached out towards Gu Qingran.

At this moment, Gu Qingran was focused on investigating that scrutinizing gaze, completely unaware of the murderous intent above her head.

When she realized the strange movement, she panicked and forgot to resist. In an instant, the giant hand had firmly gripped her.

This scene caught Gu Jian's eye, and his aura suddenly turned cold and fierce, the killing intent surging in his eyes almost bursting out.

"What, you want to take someone down with you before you die?"

Gu Jian's voice was colder than the forbidden night.

The man gave a cold laugh: "Gu Jian, do you think I can't tell you know her?"

These words did not cause any ripples on Gu Jian's face. Instead, Gu Qingran, who was bound by the giant hand, turned her gaze to him again.

Seeing that Gu Jian didn't answer, the man gritted his teeth and escalated the situation, his tone vicious: "Let me go, and I'll give her back to you. Otherwise, even if I die, this girl won't live!"

Little did he know that Gu Qingran, though seemingly restrained, was actually unharmed.

He had no idea that what he was holding in his hands was not a hostage, but someone who could take his life at any moment.

Gu Qingran remained inactive because of the man's earlier statement, "You know her."

"Trying to use her to threaten me?"

Gu Jian finally spoke, his voice carrying a chilling coldness, "You're wrong. I never hold back when I want to kill someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

The sword intent that had been dormant around him suddenly surged, sweeping out like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.

This scene, witnessed by the man, reassured him that the girl's relationship with Gu Jian was far more than just a simple acquaintance; she must be an extremely important person to him.

Even though the sword intent froze his blood almost solid, he was no longer as disheveled as when he fled.

He was certain that as long as he had the girl in his hands, Gu Jian, no matter how ruthless, wouldn't dare to actually make a move.

Just then, several powerful auras suddenly rose from the distance, like thunderbolts sweeping across the sky, pressing towards this place at a terrifying speed.

The man immediately threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice full of unbridled arrogance: "Gu Jian, you can't kill me today! Hahaha, just watch how she dies in front of you."

Seeing that the auras were getting closer and closer, he no longer had any scruples. The giant hand binding Gu Qingran suddenly tightened, intending to crush her body on the spot.

But just as he had gathered enough power in his palm, a chilling, bone-deep sense of death suddenly surged up in his back.

That was a deadly intent hidden in the wind.

He realized something was wrong and was about to turn around when a sharp, tearing pain shot through his chest.

Looking down, he saw a sword wound as thin as a hair, yet gleaming coldly, piercing through his skin from behind and straight to his chest. Blood followed the path of the sword wound, instantly soaking through his clothes.

Before he could even think of who it was, an invisible sword aura ripped through the sky like moonlight, silent yet carrying the sharpness to cleave through everything.

With a soft "whoosh," the head, filled with astonishment and resentment, tumbled to the ground with the lingering wind from the sword's strike.

The person who made the move was none other than Gu Qingran.

This was the first time in her life that she had been stained with blood. Her stunningly beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold jade, devoid of any emotion. Only in her eyes was there a lingering chill, a chill that had pierced through life and death.

A faint, invisible sword intent swirled around her, seemingly there yet nowhere, but the moment it appeared, it collided with the sword energy emanating from Gu Jian.

Gu Jian stared at the girl in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracting, a deep shock surging within him that he could not hide.

When their eyes met earlier, I was filled with the surprise and joy of a long-awaited reunion, and I was completely unaware of the sharp edge she possessed.

Only when you look closely can you see that the sword intent is like the awakened thunder of spring, surging wildly around her, and its sharpness is astonishing.

It was a sharpness that even he found terrifying, as if it could cleave the heavens and the earth.

Her cultivation level might be worlds apart from his, but her sword intent was incredibly arrogant.

Completely opposite to the sword energy he had cultivated over decades, it was able to hold its own and was not at all inferior.

"Gu Jian! How dare you!"

A furious shout suddenly erupted in the distance, like a thunderclap.

Three figures arrived with the sound, landing steadily several feet away.

The leader was an elderly man in purple robes, followed by a man and a woman who also exuded an impressive aura. The three of them standing there seemed to weigh down the surrounding air.

Especially the old man in purple robes, whose mere aura carried the terrifying pressure unique to Mahayana cultivators, enough to destroy mountains and fill seas.

He stared at the corpse on the ground, his face so gloomy it could drip water, his gaze fixed intently on Gu Jian.

As for Gu Qingran, who was standing to the side, he completely ignored her, treating her as nothing more than an insignificant appendage by Gu Jian's side.

That meager level of cultivation wasn't even enough to warrant a glance from him.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jian withdrew his gaze from the girl, a cold smile curving his lips.

He stepped forward, covering several meters in a single step, his figure steadily blocking Gu Qingran's path and shutting out the overwhelming pressure behind him.

He stared at the old man's sinister face, his voice as indifferent as the wind sweeping across a cold mountain peak: "Killed, so be it. What can you do to me?"

"Insolence! Gu Jian, do you truly believe that there is no one in this entire human world who can stand against you?"

The old man said coldly

"Humans?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Jian's cold smile deepened, his tone full of sarcasm, "Do you even consider yourself a human being now?"

These words struck the old man like a needle to his sore spot. He suddenly flung his purple robe, and a terrifying, forbidden power instantly erupted from his body.

A dark red and blackish-brown power distorted the surrounding air: "You're courting death! Gu Jian, today I will personally confront you!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man pounced on Gu Jian like an arrow released from a bow.

On the other side, the man and woman exchanged a glance and immediately moved to surround Gu Qingran from the left and right.

In their eyes, dealing with this vassal was a piece of cake.

Seeing this, Gu Jian was about to be distracted and intercept her when a girl's clear, cold voice came from behind him: "Don't worry about me, take care of yourself first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Qingran took the initiative to go to meet her.

Her fingertips made a seemingly effortless clenching motion, and the dormant sword intent around her suddenly erupted.

This invisible sword was more terrifying than any physical blade, flowing from her fingertips.

Each strand carried a sharp edge that could shatter at the slightest touch; even before it got close, it made the two men's hair stand on end.

Gu Jian wanted to stop it, but it was too late. He could only calm himself down, draw his long sword with a hum, and meet the attacking old man.

In an instant, the light on Gu Jian's sword suddenly surged, and the dazzling sword intent soared into the sky along the blade, dyeing the sky within a hundred miles into a vast white sea of ​​swords.

Each ray seemed capable of cleaving through the void; even the moonlight was distorted and shattered by the sword, and it seemed as if only the sharpness of this sword remained in the world.

Faced with this deadly move, the old man's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and his body suddenly swelled up on the spot.

With a loud bang, his body instantly turned into a thick cloud of blood mist, which filled the air.

Gu Jian did not dare to relax. His brows were furrowed, and his long sword remained in a thrusting posture. The cold light on the blade had not dissipated, and the deep sound of the sword still warned that the danger was not over.