Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 204

"You are very calm."

"Thank you for the compliment. Before you kill me, I have a question that I hope the Ten Rakshasa can answer."

The man in the lead readily agreed: "Okay."

“I rarely make enemies, and I know there are only two reasons why the Ten Rakshasa could be mobilized: either the reward is high or it's out of gratitude. I'd like to know which reason the Ten Rakshasa have?” Qingyun asked.

"To repay a debt of gratitude."

Qingyun raised an eyebrow and uttered a name quite naturally: "Shuangdie?!"

The leading man was taken aback, a slight shock appearing in his silver eyes. "You are a very intelligent princess. It's just a pity that the people of the Silvermonte tribe never owe anyone a favor."

Qingyun smiled slightly and remained silent.

"You are the calmest person we have met who knows he is going to be killed."

Qingyun thought to herself, "The Ten Rakshasa of the Yinmengshan Clan are so long-winded." She smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Because I know the person who will be killed won't be me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyun leaped into the air, and a strong palm wind followed. Several men in black who had not yet reacted were pushed aside by the palm wind. Taking advantage of the empty space, Qingyun landed steadily in the open space ten feet away from the Ten Rakshasa.

"It seems we underestimated you, Princess. So you know martial arts." The men in black smiled and drew their swords, thrusting them at Qingyun.

Amidst the flashing swords, Qingyun was initially able to hold her own, but soon she gradually found herself at a disadvantage, and even her clothes at the shoulder were torn.

At this moment, Qingyun had a flash of inspiration and shouted loudly, "Help! There's an assassin!"

A man in black sneered, "Even if all the palace guards came, they wouldn't be a match for us Ten Rakshasa. Don't waste your time."

Upon hearing Qingyun's shouts, the guards standing outside the Snow Palace rushed in, drawing their swords in response.

However, assassins and bodyguards are indeed not on the same level.

In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a large number of guards fell, while the ten Rakshasa were unharmed.

“Princess, you might as well die obediently by our swords! If you try anything funny, we’ll take you back to our tribe to be used as medicine.”

Qingyun's original intention was not like that; she just wanted to lead them out, as her zither was in the hall.

She chuckled softly, "I just wanted to see just how powerful the Ten Rakshasa really are! Don't be so petty, Ten Rakshasa. Besides, do you think it's fair that ten grown men are fighting against a little woman like me?"

"Fairness. We mean fairness." As soon as the words were spoken, the sharp sword thrust towards Qingyun once more.

Qingyun gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, slipped out the door, and flew into the hall.

"No one can escape from the clutches of us Ten Rakshasa." The man in black was menacing, and his increasingly vicious tricks kept coming.

Qingyun nimbly bent down to dodge, took a big step, grabbed the zither on the table with her left hand, lifted the white veil with her right hand, and with a flick of her fair hand, sharp zither music flowed from her fingertips.

The ten Rakshasa stopped fighting in astonishment. The black-clad man leading them asked in surprise, "Are you from the Qin Palace?"

"No." She was only the former Palace Master of Qin Palace, but she has now abdicated in favor of Mei Li.

The Ten Rakshasa did not believe it. After learning that she could use the martial arts of the Qin Palace, the ten of them changed their moves and formed a formation to surround Qingyun.

Qingyun was surrounded by enemies on all sides in the formation, dodging sword flashes while playing the zither.

Having not played the zither for a long time, Qingyun felt an exciting power flowing through her body with her blood. Suddenly, Qingyun remembered what Li Ge had said, and she was stunned for a moment. The sword immediately slashed across her waist. Fortunately, Qingyun dodged quickly and it only grazed her, but it was enough to make her bleed profusely. Her white clothes were quickly stained red.

Qingyun frowned, and with a forceful slide of her hand across the zither, immediately produced a devastating sound. The ten Rakshasa clutched their heads, feeling as if a million ants were gnawing at their skulls.

Qingyun smiled mysteriously, then slid down with great force, breaking through their formation.

Qingyun jumped out of the formation, looking at them with a disdainful smile. Qingyun was completely unaware that at this moment, her dark eyes were filled with silver light.

She felt incredibly comfortable as soon as the music started playing, and the wound on her waist seemed to heal automatically; she felt no pain at all.

The Ten Rakshasa regained their composure, drew their swords once more, and unleashed a series of ruthless attacks with unwavering determination.

The silver light in Qingyun's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her lips were so red that they were almost frightening, as if a bewitching blood flower had bloomed on them.

With a flick of her jade hand, Qingyun unleashed a strange melody, carrying an undercurrent of tension and turmoil, as if a storm was brewing. Each note seemed to grip one's mind, causing mental disorientation and a agonizing pain as if a thousand poisonous ants were gnawing at the body.

Before the sword even got close, the man had already coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the sky filled with crimson blood, Qingyun's silver eyes became even brighter and more terrifying. Her blood, carrying a long-awaited demonic energy, surged passionately and flowed wildly within her.

Qingyun played again, and although the music was melodious, it sounded like a death warrant from the King of Hell to the enemy. Blood gushed out one mouthful after another, and one Rakshasa after another fell down.

At this moment, Qingyun's mind was filled with only one word—kill! Her eyes were filled with silver light, and through Qingyun's eyes, she saw only one word—kill! Her heart was controlled by demonic power, and her mind was filled with only one word—kill!

Qingyun's lips curled up repeatedly as she reveled in the thrill of killing and the sound of blood spurting out.

"Princess—" At this moment, several guards ran in. When they saw those silver eyes, they were about to shout when the sound of the zither pierced their brains and they collapsed.

"Haha!" Qingyun laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

When Situ Xingyun arrived after hearing the news, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

His Xue'er was covered in blood, holding a zither in her left hand and a sword in her right, constantly stabbing the black-clad man lying on the ground. Blood kept gushing out, and she was laughing wildly. Her usually clear eyes were now filled with a terrifying silver light, and her red lips were extremely eerie. She exuded endless evil charm, as if she were a soul-reaping messenger from hell.

Before Situ Xingyun could finish the word "Xue—", his mouth was immediately covered, and he was pulled aside with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak.

"Your Majesty, please don't go in." The speaker was none other than Li Ge. For some inexplicable reason, he had been feeling uneasy in the dungeon. After overhearing the guards whispering among themselves, he immediately rushed out. "Now that her demonic nature has erupted, she doesn't recognize anyone, not even her own family. She only knows how to kill anyone she encounters, regardless of whether they are Buddha or not."

"Demonic nature?!" Situ Xingyun's eyes widened in shock. Of course, he knew what demonic nature was. Everyone knew about the bloody battle between the Palace Master of Qin Palace and the various martial arts sects at White Bone Cliff. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his dark eyes filled with disbelief, "She's Mei Jue's daughter?"

Li Ge nodded, glanced at Qingyun in the hall, and said to Situ Xingyun, "Your Majesty, please evacuate the people near the Snow Palace. People without martial arts skills can easily have their heads pierced by the sound of the zither."