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

Inside the Holy Battlefield.

The sky seemed to have been forcibly torn open with a hideous gash!

Chu Tian's body was beneath the giant axe of the Dead Soul, which was covered with rusted black patterns.

Before even a scream could escape, it instantly disintegrated into a pool of flesh and bone.

The thick blood mist didn't even have time to dissipate before it was crushed into dust by the axe wind.

Even after killing Chu Tian, ​​the dead soul did not stop. Its giant axe swung down like a whirlwind, dragging the remaining youths around it to their deaths one by one.

Before the terrified screams could even land, they were drowned out by the muffled sound of bones shattering, as bodies were crushed into bloody, mangled pieces by the axe blade.

As life faded, three Dao Seals broke free from the shattered body, floating in mid-air with a faint spiritual light—exactly three.

In the distance, taking advantage of a lull in the rampage of the dead souls, Shen Shuchou pulled out a small cloth bag the size of a palm from his robes.

This bag was a gift from the woman who first appeared before him when he first arrived in this world four years ago.

During those four years, he gradually gained a foothold under her care.

Looking at the cloth bag, the woman's gentle appearance came to mind.

She always gently cupped his face in her hands, her voice soft and reassuring: "You really look like my younger brother. Do you want to come with me?"

He shook his head at that moment.

Four years later, when he said he was going to Zhongzhou to join the Qingxuan Dao Sect, she didn't ask any further questions.

She silently accompanied him to the Central Plains, and before leaving, she stuffed the small bag into his hand, casually saying that it contained only a few ordinary pills.

He had intended to use it in the latter half of the first trial, but ultimately didn't.

Now, facing that terrifyingly powerful dead soul, he had no room to hold back.

Shen Shuchou quickly opened the cloth bag, and sure enough, there were several pills inside.

However, the pill was lustrous and had a delicate sheen on its surface, which was definitely not what a low-grade pill she had described should look like.

Beneath the pills, there was a small note and a jade pendant.

The note had delicate handwriting and contained only one short sentence: "Little brother, if you are unhappy in Qingxuan Holy Land, tell your sister through this jade pendant, and your sister will come to take you home."

Shen Shuchou held the note, feeling a sudden warmth in his heart, but then his heart tightened abruptly the next second.

A menacing aura locked onto him like a shadow!

Looking up, the dead soul had stopped its slaughter, and its massive body slowly turned around.

His scarlet eyes pierced through the smoke and dust, radiating a brutal killing intent that enveloped him completely.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Shuchou grabbed a pill and put it in his mouth.

"Buzz!"

The pill dissolved instantly upon entering the stomach, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy rushed through the body like a mighty river.

The previous fatigue and injuries melted away like ice and snow, and his body instantly returned to its peak condition, even with a faint sense of breakthrough.

Shen Shuchou abruptly stood up, raising his sword high, the tip pointing directly at the dead soul, his voice like tearing silk: "Come and fight!"

The sword light was sharp and fierce, reflecting the glint in his eyes, colliding with the malevolent aura of the dead soul.

Outside the water mirror, Lu Wanheng frowned slightly and subconsciously tried to get up.

But at that moment, a powerful and invisible force suddenly descended, binding her body like shackles and rendering her unable to move.

"Just watch and see."

Feng Wujiang's deep voice slowly rang in my ears; I could hear his voice but not see him.

Lu Wanheng's gaze darkened slightly, his voice as cold as ice: "You did all of this."

Feng Wujiang did not deny it, but simply replied, "Yes."

Why does it have to be this way?

She pressed for an answer.

"He is your calamity."

Feng Wujiang's voice remained calm, "I have a premonition that if he doesn't die, he will cause a great disaster in the future."

I don't believe it.

Lu Wanheng said decisively.

Some things are destined, whether you believe it or not.

Feng Wujiang's soft laughter echoed faintly in the room.

"If it is truly destined, then it is not something you can forcibly rewrite."

Lu Wanheng's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"I bet you he won't die. When he gets out, I'll personally take him as my apprentice. When that happens, you'd better make way for me."

Feng Wujiang fell silent for a long time before finally saying softly, "Perhaps."

Inside the Holy Battlefield, the dead soul took heavy steps, approaching Shen Shuchou step by step.

The next second, the giant axe was raised, carrying a terrifying power that seemed to span the heavens and earth, and slashed down fiercely towards Shen Shuchou!

Before the axe wind even arrived, the pressure that tore through the air had already caused fine cracks to appear on the ground.

Shen Shuchou knew he absolutely could not fight back.

At this moment, all he could rely on was the Shufeng sword in his hand and the experience accumulated over several lifetimes.

He flipped sideways like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the powerful axe blow.

However, the giant axe came one after another, and the countless axe shadows covered the sky like dark clouds, completely enveloping the space around him.

Just as his axe strike missed its mark again, and the old power of the dead soul was exhausted before new power could be generated, Shen Shuchou seized this fleeting opportunity and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

His figure shot out like an arrow, and the Shufeng sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling sword light, pointing directly at the head of the dead soul, at the weak spot covered by the black armor.

"die!"

Shen Shuchou gave a low shout.

Just as the Shufeng Sword was only three fingers' distance from the head of the Dead Soul, an even more violent pressure suddenly erupted from the Dead Soul's body, blocking the way like an invisible wall.

"Click...click..."

The cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed through Shen Shuchou's body, and excruciating pain instantly swept over his entire body.

His body was struck as if by a heavy blow, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

The dead soul didn't even touch him; its mere pressure from the Tribulation Core Realm expert had already severely injured him.

Shen Shuchou lay on the ground, coughing up blood, his bones feeling like they were falling apart.

If it weren't for the faint light shield emanating from the Dao Seal in his hand, which blocked most of the pressure, he would have already turned into blood mist and dissipated in the battlefield.

"Looks like I won."

Feng Wujiang smiled faintly.

He had already made thorough preparations, and had even unknowingly activated the sacred ground's grand formation in order to guard against any other forces.

Then, he saw Shen Shuchou in the Holy Battlefield struggle to take out a pill and swallow it with trembling hands.

In just two breaths, the swaying figure stood up again, still in a sorry state, but his eyes regained their sharpness.

"A futile effort."

Feng Wujiang said calmly.

In his view, elixirs were merely a means to prolong life, and the gap in hard power could not be easily bridged by external means.

Lu Wanheng's clear eyes were fixed on the reflection in the water mirror. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his usually cold face as he said softly, "Not necessarily."

Feng Wujiang's heart stirred, and he quickly took a closer look.

There was nothing unusual about Shen Shuchou, but the dead soul that should have pressed its advantage remained frozen not far away, not taking another step forward.

Immediately afterward, he realized something was wrong.

Shen Shuchou's aura was changing rapidly, and an extremely sharp edge soared into the sky, as if to tear apart the blood-red sky.

This power did not originate from Shen Shuchou himself, but from the sword in his hand, Shufeng!

Inside the main hall, Elder Chen was even more shocked.

He clearly sensed that Shufeng's true form, which was located in his room and connected to the divine aura within the Holy Battlefield, was frantically transmitting power to that side.

This is no longer a simple transfer of spiritual energy; it is the sword soul burning!

Transmitting power at the cost of a sword soul, even if it's just transferring it to the essence within a magical array, is a devastating loss.

Once a sword's soul is burned away, even if it is nourished day and night with the sword master's blood essence, it will be difficult to restore it to its peak, and it may even be completely reduced to ordinary iron.

Elder Chen and Shufeng were not master and servant, but rather a bond of friendship formed by old friends.

Looking at the increasingly brilliant sword light reflected in the water mirror, he knew in his heart that after this battle, Shufeng would surely become a broken sword.

But he didn't stop it.

This was Shufeng's own choice. It believed in that boy and was even willing to become his sword slave, burning itself out to protect him.

At this moment, in Elder Chen's room, the Shufeng Sword, which was quietly floating, was now covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Inside the Holy Battlefield, Shen Shuchou's hand holding Shufeng's was slightly burning.

Countless sword intents, refined to their utmost, swirled around him, forming an independent space that isolated him from the bloodshed and deathly silence of the outside world.

It seemed as if only this pure swordsmanship remained in the world, surging and churning before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a blue phantom slowly condensed in the sword light. It had delicate features and a transcendent ethereal quality in its eyes, making it difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

Shen Shuchou was slightly surprised, but immediately realized that this was Shufeng's sword spirit.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and nodded solemnly: "Thank you."

The illusory figure seemed to nod slightly, then transformed into a stream of light and completely merged into the Shufeng Sword.

In an instant, the sword's cry resounded through the heavens and earth like a dragon's roar, and a streak of blue light burst forth from the sword, shooting straight into the sky.

He raised his sword, pointing it at the frozen, lifeless spirit, his voice calm.

"It's time to end this."