“You killed my entire family, killed my dog, and now you say none of this concerns you?”
Senior Brother Huilong stepped closer to Junior Brother Tuolong, his voice like a merciless reaper from hell, filled with cold killing intent, leaving no room for negotiation.
Tuolong immediately knew there was no chance of mercy from Senior Brother Huilong.
“Clang!” A flash of cold light.
With no other option, he fought desperately, springing to his feet with a strong thrust forward, wielding his Dust Brush fiercely.
In fact, Tuolong’s single-knee kneel was just to brace himself and gather strength—to unleash a soaring sword strike.
“Crack!” Another mechanism sound was heard.
Tuolong twisted his wrist, triggering the secret mechanism of the Dust Brush Sword, combining the power of his step and assisted by his aura, sending the blade flying forward like a deadly little flying sword—insidiously vicious.
Senior Brother Huilong was indeed caught off guard, unable to dodge in time, and the sword pierced through his forehead.
“Hahaha! I don’t care if you’re human or ghost! I’ll kill you anyway!”
Tuolong laughed loudly, swinging his Dust Brush and slicing through Huilong’s body with waves of sword qi, tearing him apart completely.
“Pfft~”
But as he laughed, a sudden pain stabbed his abdomen. Looking down, he saw a pitch-black short sword burst from the void like tearing through space itself, stabbing into his stomach and slashing across it.
Immediately, the entire Bai Family Mansion began collapsing, rapidly vanishing.
In the blink of an eye, Tuolong found himself back in a pitch-black underground tunnel.
But this time, he truly collapsed onto the ground, his abdomen torn open, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
There stood Bai Wuzhuang before him, holding the blood-stained dark short sword.
No doubt it was she who had stabbed him.
But how was this possible? What had just happened? What had he seen? He was sure he had shredded Senior Brother Huilong to pieces! So why was he the one with a sliced-open belly?
“Cough, cough… What… is that…”
Spitting blood, his face ashen and pale, confusion deep in his eyes.
“That is an illusion, a power of my Yin-Yang Eye. I can construct illusions to bind my enemy. The more familiar I am with the target, the stronger the illusion I can create. Luckily for me, I know you very well, Junior Brother.”
Bai Wuzhuang explained calmly.
Her left crimson pupil was overexerted, tears of blood flowing, her mind exhausted.
“Nonsense… The Yin-Yang Eye can’t do that! Don’t try to fool me… This must be some Divine Martial Skill you’ve been hiding…” Tuolong spat angrily through blood.
“Actually, no. The true Divine Martial Skill is this.” Bai Wuzhuang smiled faintly.
In the next moment, her ashen right eye turned into a black hole, starting to emit a strange suction force.
Tuolong felt his aura and Douqi being stripped away, absorbed entirely by Bai Wuzhuang, his power rapidly declining.
“What is this… You demon… You’re draining my power!”
His face twisted in terror, convulsing all over. Without aura and Douqi to protect him, his wounds worsened, and blood poured out like a spring.
“This is the Absorbing Blood Demon Art. This is the Bai Family’s hidden unparalleled Divine Martial Skill. I could have pierced your heart with one sword, but I don’t want you to die so quickly. I want to slowly torment you to death.”
Bai Wuzhuang slowly drained Tuolong’s power, savoring his agonized expression, tasting the sweetness of revenge.
“Ah! Ahhhhh! My power!”
Junior Brother Tuolong struggled on the ground, desperately clawing at the aura drifting towards Bai Wuzhuang—his painstakingly cultivated power was all being stolen by this white-haired enchantress.
Within just half a minute, the chubby, plump Junior Brother Tuolong was reduced to a desiccated corpse, his eyeballs shriveled up, forced to die with eyes shut.
“Whoo-”
Bai Wuzhuang raised her head, exhaling a cloud of blood mist mixed with impurities, absorbing every essence for herself, letting out a contented sigh.
“Father, mother, elder brother, sister-in-law, little sister, Wangcai. I’ve avenged you a little, but don’t worry, everyone responsible for your deaths will pay the price.”
She sheathed the dark short sword back into its scabbard, calming herself quickly, then clapped her hands in prayer, blessing the spirits of her family.
“Your master is dead. You can no longer leave the Secret Realm. I’m giving you one last chance—take your own life.”
Bai Wuzhuang turned coldly toward the tunnel’s end, where a Maidservant stood not far away.
The Maidservant did not reply. Slowly drawing her sword, she reversed her grip and plunged it fiercely into her own abdomen, dying instantly.
For her, this was perhaps a release.
The Secret Realm was originally a trial ground for Qi Cultivators. Ordinary people entering it were seeking death and suffering.
Having died once before, Bai Wuzhuang knew all too well the helpless despair this brought.
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
But there was no time for mourning or celebration.
Bai Wuzhuang stepped on Tuolong’s corpse and blew the Mourning Flute, summoning all surviving members back to White Tiger Hall.
Now all she could do was pray that Dong Huiting was safe.
In the next moment, the surviving Qi Cultivators returned to White Tiger Hall.
Bai Wuzhuang looked around anxiously, searching for Dong Huiting.
“Dong Daren, where are you?”
But Dong Huiting’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
Panic and despair filled her face. The joy of revenge just now vanished like smoke. Had she lost again?
“Hey! Why are you bleeding so much?”
Suddenly, Dong Huiting’s voice sounded urgently from behind.
Bai Wuzhuang turned to see Dong Huiting alive and well. She had been using Shadow Step, hiding just behind her, making her momentarily unable to find her.
Relief flooded her body, but once she relaxed, the pain hit her, making her convulse all over and collapse weakly to the ground.
Bai Wuzhuang’s right palm and shoulder were pierced by a sword; the palm was heavily wounded.
“Don’t you dare die. You can’t die,” Dong Huiting immediately knelt down, bandaging and tending to Bai Wuzhuang’s wounds.
“What happened?” Chi Xue slid over, joining them with a fake air of concern.
“I won’t die. We won,” Bai Wuzhuang forced out a faint smile, her face pale and the smile strained.
Soon, a miserable dried corpse was thrown onto the altar—it was this round’s deceased.
“Haha, did you kill him in return? Serves him right! And you blew the flute just in time. That old prisoner was chasing me down; I was almost caught, but luckily I’m good at escaping,” Chi Xue laughed heartily.
“I was chasing that Military Strategist; I almost killed him. You blew the flute and saved him—just by a hair,” Dong Huiting added sharply.
“As long as we’re all alive, that’s the best outcome. Three votes to two—victory is ours,” Bai Wuzhuang smiled brightly.
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