Whoosh!
You Yuelan raised her hand to block a giant fist smashing toward her, kicked up with her left leg, and backflipped to dodge a blade slashing at her lower body. However, before she could land, another giant hand swatted her away like a fly.
Landing and dissipating the force, You Yuelan completed this series of movements with difficulty. She was now panting heavily, her entire body covered in cracks like fine porcelain about to shatter.
Despite instinctively struggling with all her might, Xuan Yin Zhenren knew her too well. With an additional minor realm gap, it took only twenty moves to bring her to this state of severe injury.
Xuan Yin Zhenren’s lips curled upward as she said calmly,
“At most three more moves, and your soul and Dao Foundation will be completely obliterated. Rest assured, your body will still be usable.”
“I know you can still hear some things. How about this: Surrender to me right now, and I won’t touch this woman who came to save you. What do you say? This is your only chance. Miss it, and it will never come again.”
Sparing the still-sleeping Lin Huanhuan, of course, was a complete lie.
Xuan Yin Zhenren had already made up her mind: as long as You Yuelan surrendered, she would immediately grab Lin Huanhuan and You Yuelan and leave here, return to Chaos Demon Mountain, use a secret art to forcibly return You Yuelan’s soul to her body, and before her eyes, slice Lin Huanhuan into a thousand pieces and torture her to death.
Maximizing You Yuelan’s despair—this way, she could compensate for the loss of Yijia’s usefulness.
You Yuelan did not answer, still maintaining a fighting stance, muttering through clenched teeth:
“Don’t you dare touch her!”
The meaning was self-evident.
“Obstinate fool, then die!”
Tentacles like deep-sea monsters coiled toward her again, intending to strangle her to death.
Xuan Yin Zhenren was not stubborn. If something was impossible or too difficult, she would not force it.
The next moment, the white waves that filled the entire Mustard Seed Secret Realm surged again.
You Yuelan’s body leaned slightly forward, ready to protect the sleeping Lin Huanhuan. In fact, it was precisely because she had to protect Lin Huanhuan that she had been severely injured so quickly.
But at that very moment, a warm and familiar hand gently rested on her shoulder.
A familiar voice came from behind her:
“You must be exhausted. Rest for a while. I’ll take it from here.”
The red in You Yuelan’s eyes slowly faded, her body softened, and she collapsed to the side.
“Alright.”
Lin Huanhuan gently caught her, laid her softly on the ground, looked at her wounds with a pained expression, but had to stand up again.
The battle was not over yet.
“Oh? Interesting. You actually managed to undo my dream killing move. Don’t tell me you also have a Dream Dao inheritance?”
Xuan Yin Zhenren was a little surprised and uncertain, then casually waved her hand.
“Forget it. Doesn’t matter what you have. The urgent matter is to capture you and her. If you don’t want your limbs broken, then give up.”
Lin Huanhuan first raised her hand to send a Soothing Wind to You Yuelan. Then she noticed Yijia’s incomplete corpse nearby. She frowned slightly and had the Ten Thousand Soul Banner secretly collect Yijia’s soul, warning it not to secretly eat it, or she would throw it into a latrine.
After doing all this, she looked up and said calmly,
“Is there a possibility that right now, I’m here to kill you?”
Xuan Yin Zhenren was amused by her words and laughed without restraint.
“Kill me? With you? You’re just a mere Mid Foundation Stage, yet you think you can kill me? You overestimate yourself too much.”
“Earlier, you only managed to catch me off guard with that special soul-path technique, making me pay some price. That kind of ancient inheritance is extremely precious; can you even use it again? Even if you can, I’m prepared now, and I won’t fall for it a second time.”
“Or do you think that after being beat on by those two for so long, I’m already badly injured and you can just kill me?”
“A relay fight to kill me—that’s a bit too fanciful.”
Although she didn’t know what methods Lin Huanhuan had to be so confident, that didn’t stop Xuan Yin Zhenren from using words to attack her, weakening her confidence and increasing her own chances of victory.
Everything she did had only one purpose—increase stability.
Lin Huanhuan had no interest in any of this. She just wanted to quickly beat this despicable person to death.
She directly flicked her hand, and a pale golden wind blade shot out, slashing toward Xuan Yin Zhenren.
“Come, taste my Heaven-Splitting Slash!”
The reason Xuan Yin Zhenren hadn’t rashly attacked earlier was that she feared Lin Huanhuan still had hidden cards. Now that she heard her shout “Heaven-Splitting Slash,” a powerful move, even though what flew out was just an ordinary wind blade, she still treated it as a formidable enemy and wrapped herself layer by layer with Cloud Wall.
The flying wind blade struck the Cloud Wall and, after a few seconds, directly dissipated without a trace.
Xuan Yin Zhenren was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Lin Huanhuan had already picked up You Yuelan and was retreating toward the edge, she flew into a rage.
“You wretch, how dare you fool me! I’ll make you pay!”
The Cloud Wall immediately dispersed, re-forming into huge tentacles that flew toward Lin Huanhuan.
But at that moment, two wind blades from unknown directions slashed fiercely at Xuan Yin Zhenren.
Xuan Yin Zhenren completely dismissed them, simply pulling back two tentacles to quickly crush the wind blades.
But it wasn’t over. In an instant, four more wind blades appeared around her.
Only then did she realize something was wrong.
These wind blades were not flying naturally—they were being controlled!
Currently, the number was definitely limited; she could only split at most one hundred and twenty-eight wind blades. Of course, the biggest difference between these wind blades and ordinary ones was that they were under her control.
The reason she had disguised them as ordinary wind blades earlier was to trick Xuan Yin Zhenren.
And most importantly, all the wind blades could transform again.
Lin Huanhuan’s gaze turned cold.
“Take a good taste of my little…”