PFC Chapter 255 Don't be silly, sister-in-law, I don't kill women.
Chapter 255 Don't be silly, sister-in-law, I don't kill women.
Chai Yan's pupils widened, and he stood frozen in place, filled with disbelief.
The line of blood on his neck, which had been faint, darkened and quickly solidified into a shocking crimson line.
next moment.
"puff!"
Blood gushed out like a fountain that had been suppressed to the extreme, suddenly erupting from the line of blood on his neck!
Chai Yan's body swayed, and the light in his eyes faded like the tide, leaving only endless emptiness and deathly stillness.
"boom!"
He was like a felled log, crashing straight back onto the scorched earth, raising a small cloud of dust.
Fresh blood gushed out, quickly spreading and soaking the scorched earth beneath him.
From the moment Li Wudao took that step to the moment Chai Yan coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, only a breath had passed.
The promised three moves?
Just one sword!
The wasteland was deathly silent, with only the night wind howling and carrying the faint scent of blood.
The body of the third peak master of the Li Huo Sect lay quietly on the ground, his hands covering his neck, blood gushing out, his eyes wide open in death.
"hiss--!!"
A moment later, gasps of astonishment swept through the crowd like a tidal wave!
Even though they had anticipated Li Wudao's strength, the swift and decisive killing scene before them still exceeded the limits of many people's imagination.
Countless eyes stared wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets!
"My God... that was a peak Martial King! And just like that... gone with a single sword strike?"
"I thought we could go at it for a bit, but... even killing a chicken or a monkey wouldn't be this easy, would it?"
"Fast! Too fast! Chai Yan's protective aura is as flimsy as paper!"
Exclamations of shock, horror, and disbelief erupted.
"What a trick!"
Yang Qiong's pupils contracted slightly.
He has a better eye for detail than others.
The sword strike that Li Wudao unleashed was not simply a combination of speed or power.
It is a deadly sword strike that can only be unleashed after one has mastered sword intent, movement techniques, and even an understanding of space!
Clean, neat, and without any excess.
The timing of the battle and the decisiveness of the attack stirred something within him, leaving him amazed.
"It's over...it's completely over!"
The members of the Li Huo Sect were all pale and limp as mud. Some were even sore in their groins that they were soaked and reeked of a foul stench.
They secretly hoped that the renowned Third Peak Master might be lucky enough to withstand three moves from Li Wudao, but they never expected to lose so hastily.
at the same time.
Holding the blood-stainless Lingxu Sword, Li Wudao walked calmly toward the group of Li Huo Sect disciples whose faces were ashen.
His expression remained calm and composed, as if he had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.
"Da da."
The footsteps were not heavy, but they sounded like a muffled death knell, striking the already collapsing heartstrings of the Li Huo Sect disciples.
An overwhelming fear swept over them like an ice tide, completely engulfing them.
Li Wudao stopped in front of Fei Han first, looking down at him with indifferent eyes.
The latter was already terrified out of his wits. Meeting those emotionless eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and frantically banged his head against the ground.
"Young Master Li! Spare me! Spare me! I'll do anything for you... uh!"
The begging for mercy stopped abruptly.
The sword flashed, still so fast that only a blur remained.
Fei Han's kowtowing motion suddenly froze, and he felt a chill on his neck as boundless darkness and cold engulfed everything.
His head, wide open in horror, tilted limply to one side, blood gushing out, and his body collapsed to the ground.
Li Wudao did not stop, stepping over the still-warm corpse, and continued to raise his hand and swing his sword.
"No! Don't kill me!"
"I surrender! I'll do anything!"
"what--!"
Cries for mercy and screams of agony rose and fell in quick succession, only to be quickly silenced.
Each flash of the sword light precisely took away a life.
There were no unnecessary words, not even any superfluous expressions.
The whole process was smooth and effortless, as indifferent as harvesting weeds.
He was like the Grim Reaper walking among sheep; with a swift movement, his sword fell, and life withered away.
That calm indifference to human life and ruthless decisiveness sent chills down the spines and made the scalps tingle in many onlookers.
Cruel, too cruel!
Even for figures like Shi Mao and Qiao Yuan, who came from the holy land, were used to fighting, and had their hands stained with blood, this was still a challenge.
His expression changed slightly at that moment.
Qiao Yuan's eyes were solemn as he said in a low voice, "Such a strong desire to kill... He didn't leave any room for maneuver when he attacked."
Shi Mao also suppressed his previous arrogance and swallowed hard: "Killing so many people in one go, isn't he afraid of being entangled in karma, or that the Li Huo Sect will retaliate in secret without regard to the cost in the future?"
In the blink of an eye, the corpses of the Li Huo Sect members lay scattered on the ground, the thick aura of blood lingering in the air.
In the arena, only Luo Xinrou remained, slumped and trembling.
She was deliberately left until the very end.
At this moment, Luo Xinrou's makeup was already distorted by tears and fear, and the hem of her gorgeous dress was soaked, emitting an unpleasant smell.
Her eyes were unfocused, her teeth chattered, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence as she stared in utter terror at the boy approaching step by step.
Li Wudao stopped in front of her but did not make a move immediately.
Instead, in a calm, almost eerily calm tone, he asked a seemingly unrelated question:
"I've never been able to figure it out."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the deathly silence.
"Back then, I rescued your grandfather and your good-for-nothing brother from prison."
Why are you repaying kindness with enmity and targeting me at every turn?
Upon hearing this, the crowd, unaware of the details, was immediately in an uproar!
A barrage of gazes shot towards Luo Xinrou like sharp arrows, filled with astonishment and disdain.
"What?! Is that so?!"
"She was saved by her family, and she repaid kindness with enmity?"
"Wow, this woman is so vicious!"
Under the gaze of countless angry and disdainful eyes, Luo Xinrou's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
As if she had found an outlet to pour out her heart, she broke down in tears, sobbing and babbling incoherently:
"I...I didn't...I thought...I thought you saved my grandfather and brother for ulterior motives!"
"You appeared before me time and time again. I thought you were deliberately getting close to me, that you... were after my status and wanted to curry favor with the Li Huo Sect..."
"Plus, my brother said bad things about you, saying you're just a nobody with no connections, so I..."
At this point, she couldn't continue speaking, too ashamed to say it aloud.
Until now, witnessing Li Wudao's monstrous strength firsthand, and seeing the geniuses of the Holy Land treat him as an equal.
She suddenly realized how insignificant her pitiful status and sense of superiority were in the eyes of the other party!
How absurd and ridiculous her self-righteous guess was!
Looking back on her grandfather's teachings, she now feels deep regret, but it's all too late.
Li Wudao listened quietly to her finish speaking, his face expressionless, and simply shook his head slightly.
"Hopeless."
The four words were uttered softly, like a final judgment.
Just as Luo Xinrou closed her eyes in despair, ready to be executed, she heard Li Wudao say calmly:
"You go."
Luo Xinrou suddenly opened her eyes, staring at him in disbelief, her shock even outweighing her fear: "You...you're not going to kill me?"
But then Li Wudao's lips curled into a very faint, almost mocking smile:
"Don't be silly, sister-in-law... I don't usually kill women."
This slightly abrupt, somewhat sarcastic remark caused the tense atmosphere to freeze for a moment.
Luo Xinrou looked stunned, and the onlookers exchanged bewildered glances.
What...is going on?
How could the young man who was so decisive and ruthless with his sword, like a demon, say such a thing?
Luo Xinrou seemed to have grasped a sliver of hope, and the immense surprise almost made her collapse.
She thanked him incoherently, then turned around and stumbled towards the darkness in the distance.
However, she had only stumbled a few steps away.
But then Li Wudao's lips curled slightly, and he beckoned to Shen Ming with his finger.