Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

[Dude, what kind of team composition is this? How can the support take down the carry? And why is the mid laner built pure AP?]

[Support heroes need no explanation, squishy mid-laners brutally eliminate carries need no explanation]

I want to give my sister a red card.

[Look at you, getting temperamental again.]

Shen Chunri's face was fierce. He took a half step back with his left leg to stabilize his center of gravity, and suddenly raised his right leg with his shoe toe taut. He kicked Su Boyu's bent forearm joint violently!

"Click!"

With a clear, crisp sound, Su Boyu cried out in pain as her entire arm collapsed limply.

But Shen Chunri persisted, pressing her toes against the other's elbow with slight force, her waist taut, unleashing the explosive power hidden beneath the girl's body.

Her face was cold, and her eyes were filled with a strong sense of hostility.

Since she couldn't understand human speech, she did know a little bit about martial arts!

The girl in green spun to the side, her long, slender right leg sweeping out, delivering a precise and powerful kick to the opponent's side waist.

"boom--!"

The immense impact caused Su Boyu's body to slide several inches to the side, crashing into the blades of the towering spirit swords.

Yan Chenxiao tried to get up, but his bones were broken and he couldn't lift a muscle. Qingxu was also agitated and fainted.

"Little snake, that's enough," Xie Weixing said casually, his finger landing on the dragon scales. "Master said, 'Kill but don't torture.'"

Tan Suiting yawned: "Did you vent your anger? ...The beating was so noisy."

Shen Chunri paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Hmph."

She bent down and pressed her knees against the other person's shoulder blades to lock his upper body, while her legs were spread apart and firmly planted on his sides, firmly imprisoning his lower limbs.

Su Boyu was already having difficulty even breathing.

She looked down at the disheveled man beneath her, her expression sinister. She raised her palm and struck him hard on the jaw with a crisp, brutal force: "There were too many bastards just now, so I didn't have time to deal with you. It's not that I let you off the hook. I could take on ten pieces of trash like you by myself. If it weren't for your lucky break, you wouldn't even be able to see me. You dare to covet my senior sister's Phoenix Sword? You're so arrogant. If I leave you any loose ends, you'll never know when to stop."

The fierce tension emanating from her slender figure was overwhelming; every movement of her delicate limbs carried a destructive violence, her leg muscles were slightly tense, and her knees were constantly applying pressure.

"Click—!"

With several muffled cracking sounds, Su Boyu had several bones broken throughout his body.

His face was deathly pale, his mouth was open but he couldn't even make a sound. After a while, his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness.

[If you don't understand, is this a cult film...?]

[This observation room is so gory and violent, it's like something out of a horror movie.]

[But I think it's beautiful... The girl's chubby, collagen-filled face is full of malice... You guys who don't understand violent aesthetics are hopeless.]

[This has traumatized me. What crime did they commit to warrant such brutality? It shows a complete lack of respect for life. Can this kind of person be part of the main cast? So vicious, disgusting!]

[But our little snake is just a cute little baby who wants to stand up for her senior sister. If you say that, she'll cry.]

[When my senior sister had her sword stolen, no one called the original protagonist disgusting; when the Feng Hua Sect was wiped out, no one called the original protagonist vicious. You son of a bitch, you might as well curse me instead of my little snake.]

"What are you doing?" a cold female voice asked.

The group turned around and saw Nie Zhao holding Feng Zhi in his hand, looking at them with twitching lips.

I had just gotten the sword and stepped out of the barrier when I almost thought I had gone to the wrong place.

The scene was chaotic and messy, with corpses and brains scattered everywhere.

"What's that on the ground?" Nie Zhao squinted and glanced at it sideways. "A spirit beast?"

There are these things in the Sword Tomb?

Xie Weixing chuckled awkwardly: "Su Boyu."

Nie Zhao: ?

Who?

Shen Chunri released the men whose fates were unknown, her face smeared with blood. She turned around and was both surprised and bewildered: "Senior Sister, you got the sword!"

"Hmm," Nie Zhao responded. "What's going on?"

"They lay in ambush here beforehand, and attacked you when you drew your sword, trying to take Feng Zhi," Xie Weixing explained. "Then we beat them up. Two escaped, leaving two."

After Xie Weixing finished summarizing the matter, Nie Zhao snorted coldly, seemingly laughing at their ignorance of their own mortality.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, tilting her head first. She then grasped Xie Weixing's shoulder and turned him over to make sure he was alright.

Xie Weixing was caught off guard and rolled over, feeling a little dizzy. He chuckled twice, then rolled his eyes and collapsed onto Tan Suiting beside him.

The main problem was that I overdid it by showing off and used up too much spiritual energy.

His Highness the Crown Prince remained expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.

"Me, me, me," Shen Chunri chuckled, pointing to herself, "Why didn't you ask me, Senior Sister?"

Nie Zhao paused, then raised his hand and turned her over again: "Are you injured?"

"No, no," Shen Chunri said with a silly grin, "Oh, yes, yes, that Huo Jiangmei made me vomit blood, she spat out a mouthful."

"What?" Nie Zhao frowned instantly. "Where is she?"

They ran away.

Yu Xintang also leaned in, a sly, flirtatious smile playing on her lips: "Senior sister, senior sister, why don't you ask me about it?"

Nie Zhao finally realized that these people were nothing to brag about; they were just being obnoxious. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face: "If you have nothing to do, get lost."

Yu Xintang covered her handsome face and retreated to the side, looking aggrieved: "Damn?"

I will never love again.

Tan Suiting looked up and finally spoke in a sensible way: "Senior sister, what should we do with the remaining two?"

Nie Zhao paused for a moment.

Silver-blue lightning crackled around Tan Suiting's fingertips as he coldly said, "I can leave them with nothing but ashes. Even if you kill them, the sect won't be in trouble."

Xie Weixing had just regained some consciousness when he looked up and heard this sentence, and he instantly felt dizzy again.

Well, the most outrageous violent elements have arrived.

"Lock him up and take him back to Fenghua Sect for Master to deal with," Nie Zhao said coldly. "If the Daodao Sect doesn't give an explanation, I'll poke a hole in their useless disciple and hang him on the sect's plaque to expose him to the public as a warning to others."

Xie Weixing:

Are there more experts out there? Isn't that a bit too kind?

*

Before heading to the first floor, the group decided to look for a suitable sword on the second floor.

"Does Xiaolong want to take Feng Lian?" Nie Zhao asked, arms crossed, looking up intently.

Tan Suiting nodded.

"Okay, give it to Xintang and Xiaoshui first," Nie Zhao said. "If you want to enter the first level of the Sword Tomb, you need to ask Xin. We'll go with you."

Shen Chunri looked around curiously, touching everything: "Asking about the heart? What is asking about the heart?"

Yu Xintang sneered, "It's all about whether you're qualified to enter the first level, and how firm your Dao heart is. You didn't even study the Divine Sword Manual properly, did you? Just like that lion."

Xie Weixing: ?

"It's one thing to attack mollusks, but please don't attack unrelated people, okay?"