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

The pristine white snow atop Xuanling Mountain was suddenly cleaved in two by a sharp sword strike. In the vast expanse of pure white, a chilling sword light descended from the sky, its sharpness awe-inspiring.

The moment the sword light struck, a fierce fighting spirit suddenly ignited in Ye Li's eyes.

"Well done! Be angry! Bring forth all your power!"

She roared at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

What she wanted was Lu Wanheng's anger. Only by defeating him when he was giving it his all could she completely satisfy her obsession.

In an instant, a long sword gleaming with a ghostly light appeared in her hand, its blade humming as if thirsting for blood and collision.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Li lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure moving like an arrow released from a bow, fiercely meeting the attack with his knife.

As the blade moved, a terrifying storm swirled around her, engulfing rubble and snow.

The oppressive aura of the Void Realm was like an invisible giant hand, forcefully breaking through the surrounding wind and snow barrier.

The next instant, she flipped her wrist, and a condensed, ink-black blade of light slashed out, as if she and the blade had become one, carrying a world-destroying aura, and directly collided with the sword light that was tearing through the wind and snow.

boom--!

A thunderous roar erupted, and the entire summit of Xuanling Mountain trembled violently under this earth-shattering blow, with wind and snow churning endlessly.

The swirling snow gradually subsided, revealing two opposing figures on the snow-covered mountaintop.

Lu Wanheng's fierce sword strike, brimming with extreme killing intent, was shattered by Ye Li's unparalleled and ferocious blade force, turning into countless tiny fragments of cold light that scattered into the wind and snow.

Ye Li's gaze was fixed on Lu Wanheng, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment: "Lu Wanheng, is this all you've got? You've really disappointed me."

"You're talking too much nonsense."

Lu Wanheng's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any extra emotion.

Before she finished speaking, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and her figure had already glided forward on the snow.

The snowflakes swirling around him were instantly enveloped by an invisible sword intent. The originally gentle and harmless white snow was now completely stained with a chilling killing intent, transforming into thousands of blunt, cold swords that pressed down on Ye Li.

She rapidly twirled the Shufeng Sword in her palm, the blade radiating a chilling aura that instantly brought a menacing killing intent to Ye Li's face, sealing off the space in front of her.

Seeing this, Ye Li showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a near-mad, gleeful smile curled at the corners of his lips. He stood with his knife in hand and shouted loudly, "If you have the guts, then come and kill me!"

At the foot of Xuanling Mountain, Elder Ye raised his eyes and gazed at the surging air currents and flying snow on the mountain peak. His brows were always furrowed, but his heart was already filled with countless plans.

She never had the slightest doubt about the outcome of this duel.

She was certain that Ye Li would be the victor from beginning to end.

That was a prodigy she had personally sculpted and nurtured with all her heart and soul, who had spent several years honing his skills amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the forbidden land of Xizhou.

In terms of ruthlessness, resilience, and the fierceness to fight to the death, she always believed that Lu Wanheng, raised in the sacred land, was far superior.

On the other side, Feng Wujiang remained calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about the earth-shattering duel on the mountaintop.

But only he himself knew that from the very beginning, there was no other possible outcome to this struggle, and the ultimate victor would only be Lu Wanheng.

He could clearly sense that the forbidden blood within Lu Wanheng's body was gradually awakening, burning, and boiling as the fierce battle raged on.

His concern at this moment was not about the outcome of the battle, but whether the unusual aura that Lu Wanheng was suppressing would be detected by those old guys with all eyes and ears deep in the Holy Land.

The pressure and shock that Shen Shuchou, who was inside the barrier at the top of Xuanshan Mountain, experienced were several times more intense than those of the people at the foot of the mountain.

Two terrifying cultivation levels, powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth, collided and intertwined, and the violent shockwave almost crushed him.

His vision was completely obscured by the swirling snowstorm. Deep within the snowstorm, layers upon layers of earth-shattering power erupted wildly, with blade light and sword energy tearing through the sky.

However, after this powerful force lasted for half an incense stick's time, the sky-covering snowstorm dissipated once again.

A figure was sent flying backwards in the instant the wind and snow broke apart, finally crashing onto the snow.

Upon seeing this figure, Shen Shuchou's pupils contracted.

The figure that crashed onto the snow was Lu Wanheng, his plain clothes now bearing several bloodstains.

"Not enough! This isn't enough!"

Amidst the swirling snowstorm, Ye Li's almost manic, obsessive roar exploded, piercing through the swirling snow and echoing across the entire mountaintop.

She stood proudly at the heart of the storm, sword in hand, her fighting spirit burning like wildfire. Her eyes, filled with ferocity, were fixed on Lu Wanheng in the snow, filled with an unwilling thirst and a maddening provocation.

Lu Wanheng completely ignored her words and slowly got up from the ground.

Since assuming the position of Holy Maiden of Qingxuan, Lu Wanheng has experienced only a handful of battles, yet she has never been defeated.

She had never been so disheveled before, but she didn't care about it at all.

Even though he looked disheveled and weary, his clear, cold eyes remained completely unmoved.

She didn't even glance at Ye Li; her gaze remained fixed on Shen Shuchou the entire time.

But in the next instant, a cold light flashed, and the long sword cut through the air and entered Lu Wanheng's field of vision, heavily blocking Shen Shuchou's path.

"Lu Wanheng, do you care about him that much?"

Ye Li's voice was icy cold, carrying a chilling ferocity.

"In that case, I will kill him."

Before he could finish speaking, the long sword, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, suddenly pierced through Shen Shuchou's chest.

Witnessing this shocking scene, Lu Wanheng felt as if his mind had been struck by lightning, and his blood and qi instantly froze.

"Lu Wanheng, if you want to save him, then you must defeat me."

Ye Li slowly pulled out the blood-stained longsword, and crimson blood beads dripped continuously down the blade.

She never glanced at Shen Shuchou, her eyes filled only with an unyielding, almost manic fighting spirit directed at Lu Wanheng.

The blood in my body seemed to break free of its restraints at this moment, roaring and surging wildly.

The world before Lu Wanheng's eyes gradually changed from a vast expanse of white snow to being covered by a long scarlet curtain, even the falling snowflakes were stained with blood.

In those usually aloof eyes, a violent aura erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing her consciousness.

Only one thought remained in his mind: to tear Ye Li to pieces.

Ye Li felt the terrifying pressure bearing down on him, his body trembling slightly with excitement, and he murmured to himself, "That's it... that's it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Wanheng's figure in the distance had already vanished.

When she reappeared, her face, filled with rage, was already inches away. With a devastating aura, she unleashed a powerful punch!

The violent force slammed into Ye Li's chest instantly, the crisp sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard, and she was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the mountain wall, stirring up a cloud of snow dust.

After knocking Ye Li back with a punch, Lu Wanheng suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Shuchou.

A faint struggle suddenly flashed deep within those crimson eyes; the remaining rationality screamed, urging her to save the fallen person first.

But the sinful blood burning within her body surged wildly like a raging tide, dominating her consciousness and clamoring to tear Ye Li to shreds.

Shen Shuchou looked at Lu Wanheng in front of him and clearly felt the same terrifying aura on her as it had been seven days ago, and his heart tightened.

Just as Lu Wanheng was caught in a mental struggle, a sharp, ink-black blade of light suddenly tore through the air, piercing straight towards him with resolute killing intent!

The terrifying blade struck Lu Wanheng's body, but only stirred up a violent shockwave.

She remained completely unmoved, without even a scratch. The savage aura surging around her was like a gluttonous beast, instantly devouring the power of the blade.

This sudden strike completely shattered the last vestige of reason in Lu Wanheng's mind.

She slowly turned her head, looking at Ye Li, who was once again displaying a frenzied fighting spirit, her eyes turning bloodshot.

Immediately afterwards, a second punch was thrown.

This punch carried a deathly stillness and brutality that seemed to overflow from the depths of the netherworld.

Wherever the energy passed, even the falling snowflakes were instantly annihilated. An aura of world destruction pierced through the heavens and earth, heading straight for Ye Li!

The punch slammed out, piercing straight through Ye Li's chest, instantly exploding a hideous bloody hole in his flesh.

Blood and bits of flesh were blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the violent force of the punch, scattering everywhere, but Ye Li's face showed no sign of pain. Instead, he was filled with an almost manic pleasure.

She suddenly grinned widely and burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, again! Again!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful aura, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, suddenly erupted from her body.

Originally at the early stage of the Void Realm, his cultivation broke through the shackles under the influence of intense pain and madness, soaring all the way to the middle stage of the Void Realm!

The next second, she gripped the long sword tightly and swung it fiercely.

This strike was so powerful it could shake the heavens and move even the ghosts to tears!

The inky black blade light, carrying an apocalyptic pressure, crashed down with a devastating force, before it even truly touched the ground.

The towering mountain peak beneath our feet has been split open by a bottomless ravine, the cracks spreading wildly along the mountainside like a ferocious giant python.

Lu Wanheng's eyes turned even redder than before. Instead of retreating, he charged straight at the devastating black blade of light.

His right hand clenched into a fist, the tip of his fist gathering a blood-red edge, transforming into a fist-sword stance, colliding fiercely.

The blazing crimson and the chilling black light collided violently in mid-air, the two extremely powerful forces crushing and devouring each other.

Those watching from afar at the foot of the mountain were all deeply shocked by this astonishing scene, their blood surging and they almost couldn't stand up straight.

Shen Shuchou, who was already seriously injured, was violently thrown away by the aftershocks of the earth-shattering collision and crashed heavily onto the rocks.

"System! Are you alright..."

Deep down, Shen Shuchou cursed the system angrily.

Looking back on these seven lifetimes, even though they have experienced countless life-and-death situations and desperate circumstances.

But in Shen Shuchou's eyes, this was the most wretched, most aggrieved and most miserable life he had ever lived.