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

With the ruthless act of cutting off his own arm, Lu Wanheng forcefully broke through the encirclement of the overwhelming murderous aura, and then staggered for a long time.

Blood from the severed arm soaked half of his clothes, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful; cold sweat had already soaked his forehead.

She looked back and saw that the once majestic and sacred Qingxuan Holy Land in the distance was now completely engulfed in a terrifying storm, with black energy churning and boiling.

Throughout their journey, apart from her and the unconscious Shen Shuchou in her arms, Feng Wujiang's figure always followed closely behind.

He neither made a move nor uttered a word, like a silent shadow, yet he kept Lu Wanheng on edge at all times, not daring to relax for a moment.

As she walked further, she could clearly feel her physical and spiritual strength rapidly draining away, and the injury from her severed arm made her vision blur.

If this drags on any longer, she will definitely not be able to hold on. At that time, both she and Shen Shuchou will only suffer an irrecoverable fate.

Thinking of this, Lu Wanheng carefully placed Shen Shuchou, whom he was holding, gently beside the bluestone, his movements soft, as if afraid of disturbing the unconscious man.

Then she turned around, gripped her longsword tightly in one hand, and pointed the sharp tip of the sword directly at Feng Wujiang behind her.

A shattered resolve and madness surged in his eyes. Lu Wanheng stared intently at the newcomer, his voice hoarse yet resolute, each word deliberate: "Either fight or die!"

Seeing her adopt a posture of fighting to the death, Feng Wujiang showed no intention of making a move. His expression was calm, and his voice was clear and calm as he slowly spoke: "If you insist on protecting him, why not make a deal with me? I can let him leave safely and protect him for the rest of my life, ensuring that no one in the world will dare to cause him any trouble in the future. The condition is your physical body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wanheng's manic expression froze, a fierce struggle flashed in his eyes, and his mind was instantly torn between two impossible choices.

"How about it?" Feng Wujiang pressed closer, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure. "You know I won't hurt you, and you know that all I've ever wanted is your body. Even if you threaten to kill yourself right now, he has no way out. If you truly care about him, why not... grant him his wish this once?"

The oppressive aura emanating from him surged like a tide, constantly assaulting Lu Wanheng's already taut nerves.

"From the very beginning, I told you that he was your calamity." Feng Wujiang's voice turned colder. "Now, it's time for you to put an end to this calamity."

Lu Wanheng gazed at Feng Wujiang, then at the lifeless Shen Shuchou beside him. A cruel, bitter smile slowly crept onto his lips as tears mingled with blood streamed down his face. "He is my calamity... but also the most unbreakable string in my heart, Lu Wanheng's. I only hate... hate that I couldn't kill you, and hate even more... that I couldn't protect him..."

As she finished speaking, the sword in her hand trembled slightly, whether from the intense pain or from the despair of having no other choice, it was hard to tell.

Just as Lu Wanheng loosened his grip and was about to drop the longsword,

A cold and powerful force suddenly burst through the air, firmly gripping her hand that wanted to give up resistance, and forcibly pulling her back from the brink of death.

The next second, a clear, piercing sound, devoid of any warmth, suddenly rang out in the empty wilderness.

"If you really lay down your sword, he will still die a gruesome death. Feng Wujiang is such a treacherous scoundrel that he has never kept his word."

As soon as the words were spoken, a solitary and aloof figure slowly stepped out of the shadows and stood steadily beside Lu Wanheng.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Feng Wujiang's eyes darkened, and he blurted out, "Wu Huan."

"You dare to use those two words?"

The tip of Xie Wuhuan's Lifeless Spear gleamed with a cold light, and the spear's body surged with malevolent energy. She raised her eyes and glanced sideways at Feng Wujiang, her eyes filled with utter contempt and coldness, her words as cold as ice.

Feng Wujiang frowned, his tone cold: "Xie Wuhuan, today's events have nothing to do with you."

"Irrelevant?"

Xie Wuhuan curled his lips into a mocking sneer, his fingertips pointing lightly at the unconscious Shen Shuchou beside him.

"He is a registered disciple of my Heavenly Saint Sect. If you harm him, you are making an enemy of my Heavenly Saint Sect. You say it has nothing to do with me?"

Her gaze shifted to the distant Qingxuan Holy Land, which was completely engulfed by overwhelming baleful energy. Her smile grew even colder: "After our parting at the Desolate Ancient Land last time, I sensed something was off about you. Heh... Feng Wujiang, you really are willing to degenerate and become a lackey of the remnants of the Burial God Palace for that woman."

"shut up!"

Feng Wujiang was instantly struck where it hurt, his expression changed drastically, he shouted angrily, and his aura suddenly surged violently.

"shut up?"

Xie Wuhuan not only did not restrain himself, but pressed on relentlessly, his voice filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"She's a despicable woman! Feng Wujiang, I never saw through you before. Your appearance is utterly disgusting."

"Xie Wuhuan, I had no intention of being your enemy, much less taking your life. Do you truly intend to meddle in my affairs today?"

Feng Wujiang's face turned ashen, and his spiritual energy surged violently, indicating that he had already decided to kill.

"As luck would have it, you guessed right."

Xie Wuhuan stood with his gun in hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his fierce aura and fighting spirit fully unleashed, showing no sign of retreat. "Today, I, Xie Wuhuan, am determined to handle this matter."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head slightly to look at Lu Wanheng behind her, who looked dazed and was covered in injuries.

His tone suddenly lost its sharpness, leaving only a calm and resolute statement: "Take him away. How far and how long you can escape is entirely up to your own ability. I can't hold him off for long."

"Thank you! I, Lu Wanheng, will repay your kindness in the future."

Lu Wanheng suppressed the surging blood in his throat and took one last deep look at Xie Wuhuan, who stood in front of him holding a gun.

Without another word, he bent down and steadily picked up the unconscious Shen Shuchou, his toes barely touching the ground, and his figure swiftly retreated into the depths of the wilderness like a startled swan, disappearing from sight in an instant.

"Dare to leave! Stay here!"

Seeing that the two were about to escape, Feng Wujiang's eyes widened in fury.

But in the instant he moved slightly, a force carrying overwhelming ferocity suddenly blocked his way, sealing off all paths of pursuit.

Xie Wuhuan's black martial arts clothes fluttered in the wind, outlining his tall and aloof figure. The Wusheng Spear in his hand shone with black light, and his fierce aura surged like ink, completely blocking Feng Wujiang's path.

"Feng Wujiang, the score between you and me from that battle in the desolate ancient land has never been settled."

Her gaze was as cold as a blade, and her killing intent spread out without reservation.

"Today, either I, Xie Wuhuan, will die by your hand, or you will perish under my Lifeless Spear."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Wuhuan didn't utter another word.

In an instant, the Lifeless Spear erupted with a ferocious power that shook the heavens and the earth in her palm. All her cultivation at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm burst forth without reservation, and the spiritual power around her, carrying an ancient and undying malevolent aura, merged with the spear.

The next second, she transformed into a streak of black light that pierced through the air, and charged forward fiercely with the Lifeless Spear in her hand.

This shot embodied the long-held resentment and hatred in her heart, flowing like a never-ending river.

This shot, imbued with her fearless killing intent, burned like a raging fire.

This shot was the final, lifeless cry!

Wherever the spear passed, the wind and clouds changed color.

The spear tip resembled a dragon churning the earth, stirring up dust, or a towering mountain collapsing, thrusting straight at the ground with immense force.

Faced with this fierce spear, Feng Wujiang remained calm, simply raising one hand slowly and gently probing towards the spear tip that was thrusting towards him.

In just a moment, the terrifying cultivation of the peak Mahayana realm, which was enough to crush heaven and earth, spread out like a bottomless abyss, easily suppressing and imprisoning the unstoppable Unborn Spear in mid-air.

The difference in their levels of understanding is like heaven and earth.

The gap between the Tribulation Transcending Realm and the Mahayana Realm is far beyond what can be bridged by mere killing intent and determination.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. The power of the Lifeless Spear, which had poured out all its cultivation, shattered under the absolute suppression of the peak Mahayana cultivator.

The violent force surged back like a tsunami, and Xie Wuhuan was violently thrown away.

The backlash from that attack had already caused her internal organs to shift and rupture, and her meridians to break inch by inch.

Even after severely injuring her, Feng Wujiang still held back.

The murderous intent and rage surging in his eyes rose and fell several times, but in the end, he still managed to deliver the fatal blow.

He lowered his eyes and coldly swept over Xie Wuhuan, who was lying on the ground, his brows furrowed. In the end, he remembered their past relationship and did not kill him.

By this time, Lu Wanheng and Shen Shuchou had already gone far away. He was unwilling to get entangled with Xie Wuhuan any longer. With a slight movement of his toes, he was about to leap out and continue the pursuit.

Just as he was about to move, a chilling and manic laugh slowly echoed from the pool of blood.

"Heh... Feng Wujiang, you think this is the end of it?"

The laughter was hoarse and broken, yet it carried a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy.

Before he finished speaking, a fierce aura, far more terrifying and bizarre than before, suddenly erupted from Xie Wuhuan's center.

The momentum of the gun that had just been defeated did not dissipate; instead, it used her flesh and soul as fuel to re-coagulate and surge.

In an instant, it transformed into a pitch-black domain, which suddenly enveloped the entire world, completely blocking Feng Wujiang's path.

Feng Wujiang suddenly stopped and looked down at the center of the domain.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically.

Amidst the pool of blood, Xie Wuhuan, with his last ounce of strength, managed to slowly stand up, supporting himself with the Lifeless Spear.

Her clothes were stained with blood, her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes shone with a frightening light, fixed intently on Feng Wujiang.

The next second, to Feng Wujiang's utter shock, she gripped the Lifeless Spear in her hand and, without the slightest hesitation, thrust the cold, sharp tip of the spear through her own heart!

The spear pierced through his body, and blood gushed wildly down the shaft, instantly staining the entire Wusheng Spear red. The originally dark spear shaft now radiated an eerie black-red glow.

"Xie Wuhuan! Are you insane?! Are you really looking for death?!"

Feng Wujiang roared in anger, his usually indifferent and cold expression finally crumbling, his eyes surging with disbelief, shock, and panic.

With a spear piercing his heart, excruciating pain swept through his entire body, yet Xie Wuhuan seemed oblivious to the slightest discomfort, a poignant and tragic smile playing on his lips.

"Feng Wujiang... Have you forgotten that Wusheng originally has no soul? Only extreme hatred or burning love can forge a soul for it. If you obtain one of these, Wusheng can break all laws; if you obtain both, Wusheng's soul is unparalleled in the world."

She sacrificed her life, soul, and all her cultivation to the Lifeless Spear.

Her actions were not simply to stop Feng Wujiang, nor were they simply to protect Lu Wanheng and Shen Shuchou.

Only she herself knew that this life-risking sacrifice was never just for others.

Her true obsession has always been with her seemingly unruly but deeply affectionate, disappointing yet worrying disciple, Si Anhe.

Today, the timing and the location are both perfect.

Feng Wujiang, whom she hated to the core, was right in front of her, fueling her extreme hatred. Her disciple's beloved was being hunted down, and she was willing to risk her life to protect him, thus bearing the burning passion of her disciple.

Hate and love, two extreme emotions, converge perfectly at this moment.

She could have protected Si Anhe for her entire life, shielding her from all hardships.

But the hatred that had been building up in her heart for half her life had nowhere to go, and her apprentice had nowhere to place his deepest feelings. It just so happened that at this moment, with this particular person, they were in this desperate and hopeless situation.

Rather than live on, she would rather sacrifice her life to fulfill the ultimate awakening of the Lifeless Spear, and pave the final path for her disciple that no one would dare to bully.

The red light on the gun grew even more intense; the Lifeless Gun had finally awakened.

Xie Wuhuan's body became increasingly thin and transparent under the impact of the power, and her soul was gradually merging into the spear. However, her gaze towards Feng Wujiang grew colder and more manic.

Today, she sacrificed her life, not only to stop people, but also to become a gun.