Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as Huo Gua, yet a Manjusaka Flower

Huo Yunxiao, who was pretending to be asleep, heard everything clearly.

She didn't want to continue acting.

The blood that was originally flowing smoothly in my body seemed to be cooling down at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing and solidifying little by little.

A chilling killing intent silently exploded from the depths of her heart, like ink dripping into clear water, instantly spreading to every part of her body.

Her face remained expressionless, her blindfolded features conveying a calm that bordered on indifference.

But deep within those eyes, hidden beneath the blindfold and long eyelashes, lay no longer innocent naivety, but a chilling glint like that of an polar glacier.

The chill wasn't as violent as flames, but it was even more suffocating—

It was deathly silent, cold, devoid of any human emotion, as if even the air and time itself were frozen.

All the previous docility and ignorance shattered at this moment.

Instead, there is an inviolable, cold majesty.

These scumbags, with every word they just uttered, had already sentenced themselves to death. Just as that villain, spitting and reveling in his perverse pleasure, was incessantly describing his heinous atrocities—

"Pfft—"

A soft yet remarkably clear sound suddenly tore through the clamor of the forest.

The sound was like the sharpest sword blade, easily slicing through the tanned hide and flesh, clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent and tense forest, it was so jarring that it made one's heart skip a beat.

Everyone's movements and words came to an abrupt halt at that moment, and they all turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The burly, scarred man who had been standing in the center of the gang with a fierce expression suddenly froze in place.

His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost bulging out with bloodshot veins, and his pupils were filled with extreme terror and disbelief, as if he had seen the most absurd and terrifying thing in the world.

A thin line of blood, as thin as a hair, appeared on his neck without him even noticing.

The burly man instinctively raised his hand, trying to cover the wound tightly, but the line of blood burst open and widened in an instant.

Hot blood gushed out like water from a bursting water pipe, spraying out in a mist that splashed onto the surrounding tree trunks, soil, and his own狰狞 face, instantly staining it a dazzling crimson.

Huo Yunxiao, who should have been firmly under their control and powerless to resist, had silently appeared behind the burly man at some point.

The black eye mask still covered his eyes, but the aura around him had long since lost all innocence.

A long, crimson sword had appeared in her hand at some point. The blade was long and slender, with a flowing crimson color, and it was now slowly dripping hot blood droplets, which splashed tiny blood flowers on the ground.

Her eyes were calm to the point of death, but a faint, cold smile curved her lips, revealing a strange, almost morbid, and sickly smile.

Looking at the burly man's face, contorted with agonizing pain and suffocation, she merely tilted her head slightly and, in a low, calm, and utterly indifferent tone, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact, softly said:

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

The burly man made a strange "hoarse" sound from his throat, like an old bellows being pulled desperately.

His limbs convulsed violently, his chest heaved wildly, and he desperately tried to inhale a breath of air, but each breath only caused more blood to rush into his trachea, blocking all his life force.

Fear, pain, confusion, and despair were intertwined wildly in his eyes.

He died without understanding how that gentle and harmless little girl, whom they considered their prize, could suddenly transform into a vengeful ghost.

In just a few breaths, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

His burly body could no longer support him, and he crashed heavily to the ground like a lump of mud that had lost all its bones, his limbs still twitching weakly.

The pool of blood beneath him spread rapidly, soaking the withered weeds and soil, emitting a strong and pungent stench of blood.

The forest was deathly silent.

All the remaining villains froze on the spot, forgetting even to breathe.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, crawled up their spines from their feet.

"You...you..."

Old Yu was so frightened that he trembled all over, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't utter a single complete word. His previous hypocritical kindness had vanished completely, leaving only fear and horror on his face.

Huo Yunxiao slowly tilted his head, his blindfolded face turning towards him, the sickly smile on his lips growing even stronger.

"Grandpa, you're all very disobedient..."

"Let Yunxiao help you find liberation."

She raised the blood-stained crimson sword, its tip trembling slightly as drops of blood slowly slid down the blade.

The next moment, she suddenly chuckled softly, a soft and ethereal laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"The taste of this blood... I haven't remembered it for so many years."

"The last time... was when I was seven years old."

"Slaughter, bloodshed—ha~hahahaha!"

"monster."

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

The leader, his face cold and barely suppressing his anger, said, "Little girl, is this enough? I can let you leave unscathed."

"Besides, aren't you alright now?"

"So I think it's best to leave this at that, so no one else gets hurt, what do you think?"

Huo Yunxiao turned around and gave a wicked smile.

"But really? I want to kill you. After all, you wouldn't talk to me like that if it were someone else."

"Human traffickers, I have no reason with you."

"Little girl, don't go too far. Let me show you what Jiang Xuehai is capable of."

A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Xuehai's eyes. As six soul rings—one white, two yellow, two purple, and one black—appeared beneath his feet, his form solidified, and the phantom of a wild wolf appeared behind him, clearly indicating that he was a Soul Emperor.

It lunged at Huo Yunxiao at an extremely fast speed.

With his full burst of speed, he could easily tear this little girl to shreds.

But reality proved him wrong; all he caught was an afterimage.

After dodging, Huo Yunxiao also released his martial spirit.

Her appearance began to change; the previous form was a bountiful form, not the form in which her martial soul was attached.

She walked barefoot in the void, and with each step she took, red spider lilies bloomed in the void beneath her feet.

She wore a black and white dress embroidered with red patterns in an ancient style. The collar and cuffs were decorated with intricate crimson lace, and the skirt cascaded down like ink. Red silk ribbons fluttered in the wind like burning flames, adding a touch of eeriness and passion to her cool and aloof face.

A wide, dark brocade belt cinched her waist, its thick and sturdy fabric accentuating her slender figure and highlighting her frail and delicate frame.

At the outermost layer of the waistband, a loosely tied crimson silk ribbon was attached. This red ribbon was not tied in a knot, but rather casually formed a flowing cloud knot.

With delicate features and pale skin, her skin was snow-white with a hint of pallor, like frost that never melts, or like mutton fat soaked in cold jade, radiating a faint, cold light.

At the edge of the inky black skirt, a dark blue scabbard was tied diagonally.

Her long, silvery-white hair, as white as moonlight, was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. A blooming spider lily was pinned in her hair, which was adorned with small silver flowers and drooping red tassels.

Against her pale skin, fine red lines clung to her neck and collarbone. Her eyes were blood red, like they held unyielding cinnabar, their movement carrying a hint of nonchalant aloofness and disdain. Her expression possessed a sickly beauty.

He held a vermilion oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, the red tassels hanging from the edge of the umbrella swaying gently with his movements, and strange patterns could be vaguely seen between the umbrella ribs, exuding mystery and danger.