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

"Soul-Slaying Palm!"

The young man in the tight-fitting clothes trembled, and suddenly looked up at the woman in black robes, his face turning deathly pale.

"You are... a remnant of the Burial God Palace!"

He stared intently at the other person, his voice trembling.

The Burial God Palace is a forbidden demonic sect that has existed for thousands of years. It once unleashed boundless bloodshed across the five continents, shocking the world.

This sect's actions not only extinguished humanity but also openly defied the laws of Heaven—all because of their sect's secret technique, the "Slaying Immortals Scripture."

This method feeds on the Dao and takes sustenance from immortals!

Devouring immortal bones, devouring Daoist principles, devouring the laws of heaven and earth;

It even dares to directly tear, devour, and refine the Heavenly Dao order that maintains the Three Realms.

The founder of the Burial God Palace was a terrifying figure known to the world as the "Taoist Ancestor".

He is neither human, nor demon, nor god, but a forbidden anomaly born from the fusion of the souls and blood of gods and demons, and his clan name consists of only one word: Sin.

That is a sinful bloodline that even the gods and demons must join forces to kill, and that even the Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate.

Although gods, demons, and the sinful race disappeared together ten thousand years ago, the Burial God Palace still exists in secret, causing havoc on the world.

It wasn't until hundreds of years ago that the righteous sects of the five continents finally joined forces to uproot it and completely destroy it.

The young man in white recognized him at a glance because he had personally witnessed the remnants of the great battle years ago and had also read through the sect's top-secret records about the Burial God Palace.

The Soul-Severing Palm before them was the signature technique of the Burial God Palace, insidious and domineering, and a malevolent supernatural power that shared the same origin as the "Slaying Immortals Scripture".

"hehe……"

The woman in black finally spoke, her voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping, "I didn't expect anyone would still remember this name."

She slowly raised her head, her hood slipped down, revealing a bloodless face with sunken eyes and pure black pupils, devoid of any spirit, like a puppet controlled by demonic arts.

Zhou Fangming stood beside her, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashing across his face, clearly indicating that he was not entirely aware of the woman's background either.

Looking at her like this, and recalling the records about the Burial God Palace in the ancient texts, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: "You...you're not all dead!"

"Hehe... The day the Dao Ancestor returns will be the day when the entire Five Continents will be devoured alive."

The woman in the black robe had a hoarse, dry voice, as if it were being squeezed out from between dry bones.

"Let's start with this desolate ancient land... I will devour you all, leaving not a single one behind."

Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly faded away, not disappeared, but like ink dissolving into darkness, without even a wisp of wind.

In the next instant, the pitch-black demonic mist had already entangled the young man in white.

His expression changed drastically, and he hastily slashed horizontally with his longsword. But as soon as the demonic energy made contact, the sword emitted a mournful wail and was instantly corroded with spiderweb-like cracks.

puff--

A dark, icy hand pierced his chest without any resistance.

There was no gushing blood, only viscous, cold demonic energy frantically gnawing at his body.

With a gentle snap of his fingers, he grasped the still frantically beating heart and slowly pulled it out.

The young man did not die immediately.

He stiffly lowered his head, watching his own warm heart gently throb in that dark hand.

The woman in the black robe tilted her head back slightly, her lips parting at an angle completely contrary to human anatomy, and slowly placed the beating heart into her mouth.

There was no swallowing, only slow, harsh chewing sounds.

"Click...click..."

It's like biting into a frozen chunk of meat.

Bright red blood dripped from her chin to the ground, making a faint yet clear sound that was particularly eerie in the deathly silent valley.

The young man's pupils gradually dilated, and his body fell straight down, dying without uttering a single scream.

The remaining two were so frightened that their bodies went limp, their legs felt like lead and they were rooted to the spot, unable to even turn their heads.

Fear has gnawed away all their will.

Not long after, two shrill but short screams rang out in succession, then fell completely silent.

The two met the same fate as the young man, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Zhou Fangming felt as if his blood had frozen instantly, and a bone-chilling cold rushed straight to the top of his head.

He was about to question her when he saw the woman in black robes suddenly raise her empty black eyes and look towards a certain spot on the hilltop.

A chilling smile spread across his lips, and his blood-stained mouth opened and closed, saying, "Heh... so you were here."

Zhou Fangming's heart skipped a beat. He reacted quickly and followed her gaze, shouting sharply, "Who goes there? Come out!" Before he finished speaking, his blood energy began to surge, clearly ready to make a move at any moment.

Shen Shuchou, standing on the slope, frowned, realizing something was wrong.

As he was pondering how to respond, a warm, soft little hand suddenly gently covered his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet reassuring voice sounded in my ear: "Don't be afraid, your sister is here."

Si Anhe's figure had appeared beside him at some point. She first gave Shen Shuchou a reassuring look.

He then looked up down the slope, his voice clear and melodious: "Who do we have here? It's just some rats from the Blood Nether Sect."

Who are you?

Zhou Fangming frowned and rebuked him coldly.

"You are not worthy to know my name."

Si Anhe's voice was clear and cold, carrying a hint of condescending arrogance.

"Even your Blood Nether Sect Master would give way to me. How dare you shout like that?"

"Playing tricks! Now that we've caught you red-handed, you can't be allowed to live!"

Zhou Fangming let out a cold laugh, his figure suddenly leaping up, and a ferocious blood-red light crashed down upon him.

Si Anhe gently tugged at Shen Shuchou and said softly.

"You go first, wait for your sister to come find you, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward to meet the streak of blood-red light.

With a flash of light, a six-foot-long spear suddenly materialized in his hand.

The gun's body was as white as jade, and its tip shimmered with light. With a gust of wind, it easily shattered the streak of blood.

At the same time, her silk dress transformed into a pure white armor, making her figure appear swift and elegant.

When Zhou Fangming saw Si Anhe's true face, he was first taken aback, then his gaze fell on the spear, and his expression changed drastically:

"The Lifeless Spear? You're You Ji's disciple? A member of the Heavenly Saint Sect?"

"You're not completely blind."

Holding the Lifeless Spear, Si Anhe unleashed a powerful aura of the Nascent Soul Realm, like a mountain pressing down.

"If I remember correctly, You Ji only has one disciple, who is one of the three holy maidens of the Heavenly Saint Sect... You are Si Anhe?"

"It is me, isn't it?"

Si Anhe readily agreed.

"Hehe... So you're the leader of the Demonic Sect. My apologies for not recognizing you."

Zhou Fangming gave a forced smile, his tone revealing underlying apprehension.

Hearing this from his vantage point, Shen Shuchou was not particularly surprised.

He had asked Si Anhe about her background many times before, but she never said anything. He had a vague idea that she came from a major demonic sect.

He never expected that Si Anhe would come from the overlord of Dongzhou, the Tiansheng Sect.

That was the supreme power that ruled over the demonic sects of the Eastern Continent. Its strength was enough to rival that of the Qingxuan Holy Land.

"It's a pity. If I had met Saintess Si in the past, I might have tried to curry favor with her. But unfortunately, you saw something you shouldn't have today, so I have no choice but to let you live."

Si Anhe didn't care at all when she heard this.

She had just arrived, and hadn't actually seen or heard anything.

But she had only one thought in her mind: to protect the younger brother behind her. This was her obsession as the older sister.

"You?"

Si Anhe sneered.

"Hehe... This lowly one would naturally not dare to presume to harm Her Majesty the Holy Maiden. It was... who made the move."

Zhou Fangming slowly took a step back, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cold and piercing voice.

"Stop her."

As soon as the woman in black finished speaking, her empty black eyes swept directly behind Si Anhe, and her figure suddenly disappeared, rushing straight towards Shen Shuchou.

"court death!"

Si Anhe's face turned cold, and she raised the Lifeless Spear in her hand with a fierce spear momentum, ready to block.

The woman in black robes moved with uncanny speed, dodging the wind of the gun in a flash and chasing after Shen Shuchou.

Shen Shuchou dared not hesitate and turned to flee into the distance.

Just as Si Anhe was about to follow, Zhou Fangming appeared in a flash and blocked her way.

At this moment, her mind was filled with concern for Shen Shuchou's safety. Looking at the person in her way, she felt a surge of killing intent and resolved to kill him instantly.

With a sudden jerk of her wrist, the Lifeless Spear burst forth with a blinding cold light, its shaft humming like a dragon's roar, and its murderous aura soaring into the sky.

She gripped the spear shaft with one hand, spun it sharply, and the six-foot-long spear transformed into a white rainbow that stretched across the sky. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart, producing a piercing shriek.

The next instant, she thrust forward fiercely.

This spear thrust seemed to possess the power to shatter mountains and split seas, its momentum like an ancient divine mountain crushing down, its sharpness locking onto all of Zhou Fangming's escape routes, leaving him with no way to dodge or block!

Zhou Fangming's face turned deathly pale instantly. He felt an overwhelming, lifeless spear intent rushing towards him, and his blood and qi were completely suppressed and stagnated.

At this moment, outside the desolate ancient land, Lu Wanheng stared intently at the barrier.

At this moment, her blood was burning, and a bad premonition was almost overwhelming her.