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

A strong wind swept across the open plains.

The chilling sword shadow, carrying a bone-chilling ferocity and a wild, violent aura, fell like thunderbolts, cleaving through the air. Wherever its sharpness reached, even the air currents of heaven and earth trembled.

At the critical moment, a cold, sharp glint pierced through the chaos.

The Lifeless Spear cut through the wind with a long cry, its momentum like a dragon emerging from the sea, colliding fiercely with the vast sword force.

Boom—

The deafening roar echoed across the surrounding area, and the shockwave surged like a tidal wave.

Si Anhe unleashed all of her Nascent Soul cultivation, causing her spear to tremble violently, but the opponent's sword aura was too domineering.

She was violently slammed down from the clouds by this enormous force, her toes scraping the ground as she slid several feet.

"Give him back to me!"

Lu Wanheng's roar burst forth, each sound imbued with obsession and madness.

The sword in his hand shone brightly, and a dark and malevolent aura surged around him, like a ten-thousand-foot-high demonic cloud pressing down, its killing intent overwhelming and terrifying.

"Lu Wanheng, you are not worthy."

Si Anhe stood amidst the smoke and dust, her brows and eyes cold and sharp, her voice clear and icy.

Behind her, Shen Shuchou stood quietly, his clothes still, silently watching the confrontation.

With those words, the madness in Lu Wanheng's heart was ignited.

His bloodshot eyes surged with murderous intent, and the malevolent aura around him suddenly increased several times over.

With a light tap of her feet, she moved like a startled swan soaring through the air, charging straight towards him with unstoppable ferocity.

The wind howled across the fields. Si Anhe's fair wrist suddenly flipped, and the cold light of the Lifeless Spear pierced through her body. A powerful pressure spread out, like an ancient cold peak standing in the middle, forcefully resisting the overwhelming murderous aura that rushed towards her.

The spear tip touched the air, its sharp edge cutting through the wind.

The two figures instantly clashed and fought, their fierce sword energy and chilling spear light intertwining and surging across the sky, the sound of metal clashing reverberating throughout the surrounding area.

Each full-force collision unleashed a chaotic shockwave, causing the ground beneath their feet to crack inch by inch, creating crisscrossing ravines, with rubble and dust churning and swirling, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

"Lu Wanheng, if you truly care about him, you should let him go."

While fending off Lu Wanheng's ferocious attacks, Si Anhe said.

Facing the fierce and aggressive Lu Wanheng, Si Anhe knew she was no match for her, but she also had a backup plan.

But all this advice was drowned out by Lu Wanheng's insane obsession.

Her mind kept replaying the events of last night, her insatiable greed and possessiveness surging endlessly, the madness in her heart layering up, and the malevolent aura around her turning into a thick black mist that enveloped the surroundings.

Faced with this advice, Lu Wanheng wouldn't listen to a single word.

Her once clear and cold eyes were now filled with crimson desire, and her mind was filled with the image of Shen Shuchou.

The thought of the intense pleasure that had overwhelmed her like an endless spring tide last night caused the madness within her to grow wildly, becoming increasingly intense and unbearable.

"Give it to me...give it to me...I want it..."

Lu Wanheng was breathing heavily, his face flushed with a breathtakingly vibrant color, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with passionate blush.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hot and moist, and her whole being exuded a decadent allure.

The sword in his hand seemed to be tainted by its master's lust, each strike more ruthless and powerful than the last, carrying a primal sense of plunder.

As Si Anhe listened to Lu Wanheng's broken yet longing murmurs and saw her obviously abnormal expression, her heart skipped a beat and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Lu Wanheng, what exactly did you do to my brother?"

"I want him...give him back to me!"

Before the words were finished, the fierce and unparalleled sword force broke through the spear shadow defense and slammed heavily into Si Anhe's chest.

The excruciating pain caused her to stagger backward, her wound so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out.

"I want you to give him back to me!"

With a sharp shout, Lu Wanheng's aura suddenly surged.

The overwhelming pressure of the Great Perfection of the Integration Realm spread out layer upon layer, faintly touching the threshold of the Tribulation Realm, and its terrifying aura swept across the entire arena.

Si Anhe's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to react, a powerful pressure was already upon her.

Si Anhe's heart sank, and she hastily parried.

However, due to the difference in their cultivation levels and the opponent's rampage in cultivation, she was severely injured again and was sent flying by a sword.

The sword energy raged, tearing at her body, leaving half of her body a bloody mess, and her strength was almost completely shattered.

Lu Wanheng's feet left afterimages as he swiftly pursued her, landing in front of the heavily injured and paralyzed Si Anhe in an instant.

She was surrounded by overwhelming murderous aura and chilling killing intent, her malevolent energy swirling around her sword. The longsword in her hand was held high, its blade gleaming with deadly cold light, ready to strike down and end the battle in the next instant.

At the critical moment, a white-clad figure who had been standing still suddenly burst out!

Shen Shuchou did not use any spiritual power to block; instead, he used his physical body to stand directly in front of Si Anhe.

"Rip—"

The sharp blade pierced flesh and bone, and a piercing, tearing sound suddenly erupted, both mournful and muffled, echoing throughout the scene.

The surging sword energy swept over him, causing him to sway slightly, and his plain white clothes were instantly soaked with scarlet blood.

The long sword hanging high suddenly stopped.

Lu Wanheng's bloodthirsty crimson eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and the overwhelming killing intent surging within them abruptly froze.

In that deathly stillness of blood, a sudden, extreme panic and helplessness swept across the scene.

That moment of panic vanished in an instant, so fast it was like an illusion; the next second, it was completely swallowed up by an even more obsessive and chilling killing intent.

The cold wind howled, fluttering her blood-stained clothes. Lu Wanheng stared intently at Shen Shuchou, who was shielding someone from a sword, her voice cold and hoarse, filled with shattered anger and sorrow: "You're helping her."

Shen Shuchou stood still, his face calm and expressionless, his brows and eyes peaceful, offering no explanation or response.

His act of sacrificing himself to block the sword just now seemed to be just an uncontrollable instinctive reaction, without any deliberate effort.

But this indifferent silence, in Lu Wanheng's eyes, became the most piercing bias.

Her murderous aura suddenly surged, her fingertips tightened slightly, and her hand gripping the sword hilt turned bluish-white.

His eyes bulged with bloodlust, and he spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each syllable sharp and forceful, uttered with an almost obsessive accusation: "Answer me, you actually stopped me for her sake?"

As the cold words fell, Lu Wanheng's wrist suddenly felt a heavy pressure.

The sword blade, deeply embedded in Shen Shuchou's flesh, pierced downwards several inches further, and warm blood gushed along the blade, staining the entire ground red.

"Lu Wanheng! Are you insane! Are you going to kill him with your own hands?!"

Upon seeing this, Si Anhe, who had suffered severe injuries, was filled with fear and rage.

But Lu Wanheng ignored him.

Her gaze was fixed on the silent boy standing before her, her crimson eyes churning with the desolation of three years of unwavering devotion shattered: "For these three years, I taught you with all my heart and gave you everything, and in the end, you still choose to protect her."

Shen Shuchou, who used to respond softly, was now completely speechless.

This deathly silence became the last straw that broke Lu Wanheng's rationality.

A desolate and tragic smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and the murderous intent in her eyes completely froze all warmth. She tightened her grip on the sword, determined to pierce through completely with this strike.

"Zheng—!!"

Suddenly, a clear yet mournful sword cry resounded!

The longsword embedded in flesh trembled violently, its blade resisting fiercely, stubbornly remaining in place, refusing to sag even an inch further despite the terrifying spiritual power surging around her.

"Even you dare to defy me?"

Lu Wanheng's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he unleashed a torrent of violent pressure, forcefully restraining the sword with his domineering and powerful spiritual energy, and ruthlessly pressing down!

"Snap—!"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Thousands of fine cracks instantly covered the entire longsword, its radiance dissipated and its spiritual essence extinguished.

In the blink of an eye, this peerless immortal sword shattered into countless black iron filings, which fell like raindrops, leaving the ground desolate.

His hands were empty.

The overwhelming killing intent suddenly vanished, leaving it all stuck in his chest, tearing apart his internal organs.

Lu Wanheng lowered his eyes to look at his empty palms, a low laugh escaping from the depths of his throat, initially low and intermittent, eventually growing increasingly manic and sorrowful: "Hehe... Hahaha..."

A desolate laugh echoed across the ravaged landscape, devoid of any joy, only filled with utter despair and madness, bleak and tragic.

"Lu Wanheng, I've said it before, you're not worthy to be my brother's master, and I will never let you take him away!"

Si Anhe, struggling to her feet with her broken body, stood up shakily, the Lifeless Spear in her hand gleaming with a chilling light.

This is her last trump card. Even if she can't use it again after this attack, this is the only option for the current situation.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a low roar that echoed throughout the surrounding area: "Master, help me!"

The moment the words were spoken, the Lifeless Spear suddenly shot out from the sky!

The gun had no dazzling light or terrifying aura, yet it carried the power of a lingering, dormant soul.

It was Xie Wuhuan's lifelong cultivation at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, hidden within the spear, carrying an unparalleled deathly intent, directly approaching Lu Wanheng!

Lu Wanheng stood still, without moving.

Whether it was because the gun was fired too fast and she had no way to avoid it, or because she was so heartbroken and cold-blooded that she no longer had the slightest thought of dodging, she was left speechless.

puff!

A dull yet devastating piercing sound suddenly exploded.

The dark, sharp spearhead pierced her thin chest with a deafening roar, the immense impact sending her flying and pinning her firmly to the ravaged earth behind her.

A hideous, bloody hole exploded in his chest in an instant, his meridians were severed, and the overwhelming force of the spear raged wildly inside his internal organs before exploding with a deafening roar.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and all the internal organs were reduced to fine blood mist. The stubbornly beating heart, filled with obsession, was completely shattered into ashes and vanished without a trace.