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

After beheading Wu Shan, Shen Shuchou stood there, his gaze towards the crowd indifferent.

Lin Ping stared intently at Wu Shan's headless corpse on the ground, watching the blood gush out.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making him tremble all over, and in an instant he became like this.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Ping turned around abruptly and sprinted towards the distant Bone Mountain.

He was terrified, utterly terrified.

But the instant he moved, Shen Shuchou's gaze shot towards him like a sharp arrow.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, he chased after Lin Ping like a ghost, raising his sword in a cold arc, aiming straight for Lin Ping's back with a whooshing sound.

Shen Shuchou knew very well that he could not let Lin Ping leave alive.

Even though he could unleash a combat power far exceeding that of these youths while wielding the Shufeng Sword, the foundation of his body was ultimately weak, and the power it could support was limited.

Once Lin Ping escapes, spread the news that he possesses a Dao Seal and has astonishing combat power.

He will inevitably become a thorn in the side of all the survivors, who will then attack him en masse. Even with the Dao Seal in hand, they will find it difficult to defeat him.

Therefore, none of those present can be spared.

Lin Ping felt the ever-present killing intent behind him, and his face turned ashen.

Despite exerting all his spiritual power, he increased his speed even further, but he still couldn't shake off the relentlessly pursuing figure.

"You've already obtained the Dao Seal! Why do you still want to kill us all?"

Lin Ping roared, his voice filled with fear and resentment.

Shen Shuchou's expression remained unchanged, but his pace suddenly quickened, and the sword in his hand, carrying a sharp sword aura, drew closer and closer to Lin Ping's back.

Seeing no way to escape, Lin Ping suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot. He drew a short blade from his waist, infused it with spiritual power, and slashed at Shen Shuchou with ferocity: "Want to kill me? Not so easy!"

Although Lin Ping was at his last gasp, he unleashed a ferocious rage on the verge of death, his knife strikes ruthless and each move a desperate attempt to save his life.

But Shen Shuchou's sword was faster, more accurate, and colder.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the Shufeng sword, like a nimble snake, bypassed the blade's momentum, its tip sinking slightly before precisely piercing Lin Ping's wrist, which was holding the sword.

"ah--!"

With a scream, the dagger flew out of his hand.

Lin Ping clutched his bleeding wrist, his eyes filled with despair.

Shen Shuchou did not pause, his sword thrust forward again, the sword light flashing and disappearing.

With another soft sound, Lin Ping froze, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

He stared at Shen Shuchou in disbelief, his lips moving but unable to utter a single word, before finally collapsing straight down.

After dealing with Lin Ping, Shen Shuchou also suffered a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his shoulder.

His clothes were soaked with blood, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish, and his steps did not falter.

The situation on the field changed drastically. Apart from Liu Chengyi's team, there were three other forces involved.

Previously, both Linping and Wushan's teams had lost one player each, leaving only six players remaining.

Seeing Shen Shuchou's blood-stained sword and fierce glint in his eyes, the six men froze in place.

Just as Shen Shuchou approached with his sword, someone suddenly shouted, "He's all alone! Let's all attack together and kill him, and the Dao Seal will be ours! I don't believe he can kill us all!"

These words were like a shot in the arm.

The group looked at each other, still feeling fear, but also determined to fight to the death.

If I flee now, I will surely miss out on the Dao Seal. It would be better to fight to the death; perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

Even the three members of Liu Cheng's team gritted their teeth and joined the fray, forming a temporary alliance of nine people who stared intently at Shen Shuchou.

Shen Shuchou gripped the Shufeng sword and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Buzz—"

The sword emitted a clear, melodious sound in the air, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

The next second, he took a step forward, his figure shooting into the group of nine like an arrow released from a bow.

Inside the main hall, the elders watched this scene reflected in the water mirror, and discussions arose again.

"This boy has a very strong murderous intent!"

An elder frowned, his tone filled with displeasure.

"To possess such ruthlessness at such a young age, in my opinion, one's origins must be extraordinary; perhaps one of the traitors sent by the Demonic Sect!"

Another elder chimed in, his eyes wary.

"If I were him in that situation, I would have done the same."

Just then, Elder Chen spoke slowly, his tone calm.

An elder nearby immediately joked, "Elder Chen, don't forget, the Liu family boy you took a liking to is still inside. Be careful that Shen Shuchou doesn't kill him too."

"Hmph, I think Old Chen has changed his mind, taken a liking to this kid, and is going to give up on that Liu family brat, right?"

The elder on the other side also spoke up.

Despite the crowd's words, Elder Chen remained calm and said indifferently, "The path of cultivation is inherently one of survival of the fittest. If one's skills are inferior, death is not a pity."

He paused, his gaze returning to the blood-soaked figure reflected in the water mirror: "Besides, since this lad has managed to grasp my Shufeng Sword, he is destined to be with me. Once he emerges from the Holy Battlefield, I will take him as my disciple. Anyone who tries to seize it from me, or who seeks to harm him, will be my enemy!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent for a moment.

The elder who had previously said he would thoroughly investigate Shen Shuchou's expression darkened slightly, but he remained silent.

During that brief moment of their conversation, when everyone looked at the water mirror again, they all gasped in shock, their faces filled with horror.

As the smoke cleared, Shen Shuchou, covered in blood, stood alone in the center, his breath unsteady yet his posture proud.

The nine people who had just died were now lying in pools of blood, their bodies gradually losing their warmth, and the blood spreading into a crimson tide.

Inside the main hall, there was complete silence.

Elder Chen looked into the water mirror, but his turbid eyes gleamed with an unusual light, as if he were seeing a piece of unpolished jade covered in dust, which was gradually revealing its brilliance amidst the blood and fire.

Having dealt with everyone, Shen Shuchou dragged his blood-stained body step by step toward Liu Cheng in the corner.

He was covered in blood, and his murderous aura was so palpable that Liu Cheng was terrified as he approached.

Gone was even a trace of the arrogance of a noble scion. Clutching his bleeding chest, he staggered backward, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Don't kill me... please don't kill me... the Liu family will repay you with everything they have in the future!"

The only response he received was Shen Shuchou's cold, emotionless voice, but these words were not directed at Liu Cheng: "You come and kill him."

After saying that, Shen Shuchou stepped aside and his gaze fell on Qi Yuan.

At this moment, his spiritual energy was severely depleted and his body was extremely weak. Letting Qi Yuan do it was both a way to conserve his energy and a way to test him.

He had to be wary of this temporary ally; in this holy battlefield, anyone could be a potential threat.

Qi Yuan stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground, only snapping back to reality when Shen Shuchou's voice rang out.

He met Shen Shuchou's unfathomable, icy eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Without saying a word, he bent down, picked up a bloodstained long knife from the ground, and walked step by step toward Liu Cheng.

"Don't kill me...no..."

Liu Cheng was in tears, waving his arms in vain.

The blade fell, piercing his chest.

Liu Cheng's body stiffened abruptly, his life force rapidly fading. He stared at Qi Yuan, a strange, bitter smile suddenly appearing on his face. He said weakly, "Heh...you think killing me...will bring you back to life? The Dao Seal is in his hands...he's very weak right now...don't you want it...heh..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell completely silent.

Liu Cheng's words were like a poisonous thorn, piercing Qi Yuan's heart.

With his back to Shen Shuchou, he tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing across his face.

His eyes gleamed, clearly weighing the pros and cons of those words.

Shen Shuchou is weak at this moment; if he were to make a move, he might actually be able to seize the Dao Seal…

Just then, Shen Shuchou's cold voice suddenly rang out from behind, devoid of any emotion: "One person can live here, or two people can live here."

As the words were spoken, a chilling killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, locking onto his back.

Qi Yuan remained silent for a moment before slowly releasing his grip.

"Clang—"

He casually tossed the long sword to the ground, making a heavy thud.

He turned around and looked at Shen Shuchou, his face now calm: "I understand."

Shen Shuchou stared at him for a moment, making sure there was no more ripple in his eyes, before slowly withdrawing the faint killing intent. He turned and walked to the side, leaning against the broken wall and closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He needs to recover his strength as soon as possible; the dangers in the Holy Battlefield are far from over.