It's followed by Zhao Xiong's roar full of pain, anger, and unwillingness: "No, my Dantian!!!"
Again and again, she fights for her life, attacks without regard for her own injuries, and tears the wound precisely again and again.
Finally, Mu Yan's Qijue Sword pierces Zhao Xiong's Dantian.
Zhao Xiong's eyes bulge. Looking at the girl with a lazy and cold smile in front of him, he only feels that the blood in his whole body is ice-cold.
Is this the Lord of Six Stars, the successor of the King of Medicine, Ye Liangchen?!
So terrible!
Her toughness, her innate talent, her swordsmanship, her innate talent, they were all too terrifying!
Is he, Zhao Xiong, going to die in the hands of such a little girl, a Jindan Stage cultivator?
The unwillingness in Zhao Xiong's eyes distorts into madness: "No, I won't die in the hands of a Jindan Stage cultivator."
"Even if I die, I must bury you with me!!"
"Hahahaha, Ye Liangchen, go to hell with me!!"
As soon as the voice falls, Zhao Xiong suddenly picks up the Soul-robbing Sword and pierces his Dantian, which has been injured by Mu Yan.
The next moment, a strong suction comes from the Soul-robbing Sword.
The remaining Spiritual Power in Zhao Xiong's Dantian rushes towards the Soul-robbing Sword.
Even Mu Yan feels that her Spiritual Power is restless, as if it wants to rush out along with the Qijue Sword that pierces Zhao Xiong's abdomen.
Mu Yan's heart shudders. She resolutely withstands the pain in her body and quickly retreats.
When she stands still and looks at Zhao Xiong, she is immediately shocked.
She sees that Zhao Xiong's body, which was a little round and fat just a moment ago, is actually only skin and bones in a flash.
From his open mouth, there is a painful gasp.
Two bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
But after a few breaths, a large amount of black gas suddenly rushes out of the Soul-robbing Sword and wraps Zhao Xiong, who is like a mummy.
The black gas slowly dissipates, leaving a face that is uglier than a malicious ghost, and crimson eyes without reason, only the desire to kill.
"Hehehe, Ye Liangchen, your time of death has come!"
Mu Yan's pupils shrink, and she slowly says: "Demonic Cultivator!"
…
"Niangqin, you promised Xiaobao that you wouldn't die … Wuwuwu … Niangqin, you're lying …"
"Jun Muyan, scoundrel, let me out!!"
"Jun Muyan, I … I'm begging you, you'll die if you go on like this …"
"Mother, Xiaobao is scared. Don't abandon Xiaobao …"
Mu Yan shakes her head, forcing her thoughts to focus.
The hand holding the Seven Absolutes Sword was stained with blood. It was cold as if it no longer belonged to him.
Zhao Xiong, who had already turned into a demon, soared into the sky, playing with her like a cat playing with a mouse, torturing her while letting out ear-piercing laughter from time to time.
However, apart from being carefree, this laughter was also filled with a deep-rooted resentment.
"Ye Liangchen, it's all because of you that I have to expose my identity as a Fallen Evil, and I can never turn back!"
"Kong Yuanjiu will be here soon. From now on, I will be like a street rat with no place to hide … All of this, all of this is because of you, you bitch."
"I'm going to torture you to death bit by bit. Then, I'm going to break every bone in your son's body. I'm going to swallow his flesh … Hahaha, just wait for the little bastard to meet you in hell!"
Swallow his flesh and blood one mouthful at a time!
Zhao Xiong's voice is like a hammer, hitting Mu Yan's mind fiercely.
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