I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Liang Feifan's meticulously prepared, world-destroying strike seemed to have become a joke.

A brilliant destruction exploded in the azure sky above the Jiang family's home.

The fire surged out in ripples, distorting around the point of explosion.

Sweeping across the sky, the temperature of this place suddenly rose.

In Crimson Lotus City, countless pedestrians stared blankly at the terrifying waves of fire sweeping across the sky.

Even at a distance of thousands or tens of thousands of meters, the intense heat of the fire still made people sweat profusely.

Many poor people, unaware of the truth, knelt down and murmured, "A miracle, a miracle, the god of fire has appeared! I hope this winter won't be too cold."

Inside the Jiang residence, all was silent. Everyone swallowed hard, their mouths dry, a sense of dread spreading from the depths of their hearts.

If the flames had been any lower, the Jiang residence would probably have been reduced to rubble by now.

Everyone present will be reduced to ashes! They will have no ability to resist whatsoever.

Moving mountains and filling seas!

This move, 'Wolf's Fury Howl,' has clearly touched the threshold of the Mountain and Sea realm! It unleashed an eighth-realm attack from a mere fifth-realm cultivator who had just broken through on the spot! Inconceivable.

It is beyond comprehension.

After calming down, a nameless anger suddenly surged into their hearts.

Liang Feifan is clearly insane! Does he want everyone to die with him?

Fortunately, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect was highly skilled and daring, and could easily turn such a terrifying attack into a fireworks display without having to turn around.

Fireworks can fly into the sky and explode to make a sound, right?

A real man never looks back at an explosion, leaving only a silhouette that invites contemplation.

"How easy is it for an ant to shake a tree? I am invincible among men."

Jiang Wanyu watched Huang Quan's retreating figure, her lips moving slightly, her brows furrowed.

Without turning back, the phantom finger shattered an attack comparable to mountains and seas...

Am I invincible among men?

Surprisingly, it leaves one speechless and unable to refute it.

Can such an opponent really be defeated...?

Three days from now, the Jiang family will have to make enemies of such a terrifying existence?

Jiang Wanyu had already made up her mind.

She tried to persuade him to stay in an extremely serious tone.

“Holy Son of the Yellow Springs, please wait a moment. May I ask Liang Feifan a question?”

Huang Quan did not answer, but stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Wanyu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked up to Liang Feifan: "Why...why won't you kneel?"

"Why? A man's knees are worth gold!" He suppressed the turmoil and fear in his heart and said in the most stubborn tone possible, "Despicable man, you used external force to block my attack. That doesn't count. I don't believe that what happened just now was his own skill!"

Jiang Wanyu smiled warmly and said, "I understand, you're right."

Liang Feifan curled his lips, struggling to wipe the blood off his face, revealing a smile that he thought was clean and gentle as a spring breeze.

"Wanyu, you also approve of my actions? You really do..."

“You’re absolutely right. My father’s efforts over the past twenty years, and the lives of all 786 members of the Jiang family, are no match for your two big words—'dignity'.”

Unfortunately, Liang Feifan no longer had the strength to respond to her.

Jiang Wanyu picked up the broken sword that Huang Quan had thrown away at some point.

The sword danced wildly, its surface stained with blood.

A single sword pierced Liang Feifan's heart, severing ninety percent of his life force.

Her fair, delicate hands rested on his shoulders, forcefully pressing him to his knees on the ground.

Liang Feifan breathed his last, filled with disbelief and resentment.

She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Raising her cheek, splattered with blood, half of her canine tooth was visible: "Holy Son of the Yellow Springs, is this answer—satisfying—you?"

……

[He's dead! He's really dead! You stay here and don't cause any trouble. I'm going to take a trip through the river of time; he might be reborn. Don't be too happy yet; wait for my good news.]

"I'm not happy; things have gotten complicated."

【Why trouble? This is a huge boon! I've calculated that your theory works! I'm at least 70% sure that person is most likely dead.】

“...I forgot something. You said that as long as you approach with any ulterior motive, they will detect and neutralize it. Hmm, judging from her tone, my use has been discovered.”

Then why would she help you kill someone?

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Sigh, if all the 'chosen ones' were as brainless as Liang Feifan, how easy would that be?"

So, what are your plans?

"I'll try again. It's a stupid move, but I can't think of any other good way to resolve this, so I have to resort to this blunder for now."

As he spoke, Huang Quan reached out and recalled the sword that was fixed to the plaque.

He walked to Jiang Wanyu's side, touched the ring on his finger, and a jade box with red patterns and gold edges appeared out of thin air in his hand.

“Patriarch Jiang, I know I have been somewhat offensive today. Please consider this as an apology.”

He opened the box, and a unique fragrance immediately filled the air, instantly invigorating all who smelled it.

Jiang Wuque curiously craned his neck to look into the jade box, his body suddenly trembled, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Nirvana Fruit! Living dead! Regenerating flesh and bones! This... is too precious."

Inside the ancient jade box, a green fruit the size of an apple lay quietly, and the alluring fragrance emanated from it.

Nirvana is a state where success means life, and failure means death!

But the Nirvana fruit is an exception and a variable.

Its function is to counteract the five signs of decay that occur when a Nirvana fails!

The essence is to replenish life force. Not to mention fragile mortals, even decaying bodies that have entered the five signs of decay can withstand its medicinal power.

Although Jiang Wuque said it, he couldn't help but reach out his hand, putting his earlier displeasure behind him.

He didn't know how much longer his daughter would live, but he could guess from her graying hair.

Jiang Wanyu's lips turned pale: "Take your things back, and then give me a sweet treat after a big beating?"

"I admit to using the stick, but I don't necessarily accept the sweet treat."

Jiang Wanyu lowered her eyes and made up her mind: "Although Liang Feifan's behavior was indeed inappropriate, it all started because of me. I had to take action for the sake of the Jiang family, but I am still resentful and can't get over my own hurdle. Today, I make a three-year agreement with you in my personal capacity. Are you willing to accept it? Three years later, I will personally visit the Heavenly Demon Sect to challenge you. If I lose, I will become your slave or servant, as you please. All of this is my personal action and has nothing to do with the Jiang family."

Anyway, she only has three years left to live...

Huang Quan couldn't help but marvel at the power of fate; after all that effort, he still couldn't escape the three-year agreement.

Without hesitation, he shook his head, making one last effort: "Three years is too long, I'll seize every minute!"

He drew his sword and charged forward!

Chapter Fifteen: Thirty years have passed, but never underestimate a young girl's beauty!

The sword strikes first, followed by the sound.

Simplify the complex.

It did not rise into the air, nor did it use spiritual energy to attach itself.

His sweeping, unpredictable attacks are impossible to defend against.

Sometimes, greater power isn't always better; delay can lead to problems.

This move is taken from the 'waist strike' technique in basic swordsmanship.

It utilizes the curvature of the blade to generate extremely strong explosive power.

Since the trajectory of a typical slash is a straight line, while drawing a sword is an arc, this principle is similar to the ancient saying "Give me a hard stick and I can lift the continent." The power and speed will reach their maximum value in an instant, making it easier to kill with one blow.

In layman's terms, it is called: the art of drawing a sword.

It is believed to have originated from a small island in the far northeast.

Little did they know that this was merely the most basic and simple move in traditional swordsmanship, but it was revered as a divine skill by the people on the island, and thus spread widely.

Or perhaps that small island is merely the offspring left behind by ancestors on the mainland who sought immortality.

That being said, the coordination of this "waist strike" sword technique is not very high.

That's enough to deal with the current situation.

It's a tactic that's inherently designed for surprise attacks.

Add to that the premise that Huang Quan is calculating with his mind but not with his.

I wouldn't dare say I'll win 100%, but I guarantee I'll be 90% sure.

The elders present were still immersed in the tragedy of Liang Feifan's death or stared at the sky for a long time, unable to let go of their grief.

Jiang Wanyu, with an indignant look in her eyes, was about to open her mouth to say something more, completely unaware of the impending crisis.

This sword strike was completely unexpected by everyone.

Of course, half the credit goes to Huang Quan's 'persona' that he has maintained since he entered the door.

A "polite madman" from beginning to end.

He doesn't take the Jiang family seriously, yet he still uses the word "please".

Even in his anger, he still said: "Master Jiang, please step aside."

Even if the entire family is to be wiped out, leave three days for deliberation.

Finally, they even offered the extremely rare Nirvana Fruit simply because of 'offense'.

Subconsciously, it's hard for anyone to equate a sneak attack with such a person.

……