The blood on her hands grew thicker and thicker, and Sanqing, her eyes bloodshot, felt as if she had returned to that night ten years ago. The scene on Tiger Leap Cliff was just as bloody and brutal, with many severed limbs lying at her feet.
"Master." The cry was almost like a sob.
In the slums behind the red-light district, a girl once shouted the same thing.
Please save me, Master.
Her small body was being pressed down by an old man, and there was a woman next to her who claimed to be her mother.
What are you looking at, you damned nun? Haven't you ever seen people having fun before?
The girl was born a prostitute and became a prostitute herself. She didn't want to get involved in this dirty business, but she took action because of the red mole on the girl's forehead.
She immobilized both of them by applying pressure points, and then tossed the girl a dagger.
Kill them.
No……
Should I release their pressure points?
master!
One, two—
Before the child had even counted to three, he made his choice.
Yes, the child made a choice.
The sword stuck in her heart is named Immaculate; it was given to her by her own hand on the eve of her wedding.
"I'm sorry, Master, I just..."
With tears welling in her beautiful eyes, Liu Wushuang glanced warily at her husband and father-in-law behind her.
"Your disciple had no choice."
She's just afraid she'll reveal the truth about impersonating Ms. Yu, and she keeps saying she had no choice. Doesn't she know who personally trained her? How dare she try to scheme against her!
Gripping the sword tightly at his chest, Sanqing approached step by step.
"Master...don't force me." Liu Wushuang retreated timidly, but a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
The moment the Immaculate Sword plunged in, Sanqing followed up with a palm strike.
"Don't hurt my beloved wife!" Seeing that she was on her last legs, Wei Rong finally made his move.
Their palms clashed, causing a backlash of internal energy that made both of them spit out blood.
"A villain paired with a prostitute, what a perfect match!"
Sanqing suddenly burst into laughter, rolled up her sleeves, and attacked again. Her moves were ruthless, forcing Wei Rong to retreat step by step.
"You think you can plot against me?" Sanqing's five fingers formed a hook, and he forcefully tore off Wei Rong's sleeve.
The Bone-Breaking Cold Yin Finger! Everyone secretly cried out in alarm.
If Sanqing hadn't been hit by that sword, it wouldn't have been just a sleeve that had been torn off.
Wei Rong's offensive efforts were completely thwarted, and he staggered awkwardly. Just as he was about to call out "Father," he found that San Qing's ghostly claws were gently grasping him.
What happened? Is she failing?
He was still clinging to his hope when he suddenly heard Sanqing's ear-piercing, maniacal laughter.
She gave him a cold glance, then leaned closer and said in a very eerie tone, "I am no longer able to go on. From now on, it all depends on the young master."
What nonsense are you spouting!
Wei Rong, bewildered and fearful, broke free from her grasp and then delivered a final blow with his sword. When he looked up again, he saw everyone staring at him with strange expressions.
"Gentlemen," he said, bowing, which attracted a barrage of swords and blades.
"Wushuang?" He looked at his beloved wife, who avoided him like the plague, with surprise.
"Don't come any closer."
"What's wrong, Wushuang?"
Following that disgusted gaze, he looked at his wrist. Four alluring vines intertwined, their delicate leaves creeping upwards along the veins, their vibrant color catching his eye.
"No...no!" He rubbed his muscles frantically, protesting hastily, "It's this vixen, it's this vixen!"
He dropped his sword and frantically shook Sanqing on the ground. "What drug did you give me! Tell me! What drug did you give me!"
His head slumped softly, and Sanqing smiled with his eyes closed. "Retribution."
"That vixen! It's all because of that vixen!" After throwing down Sanqing's corpse, Wei Rong hid behind Wei Baizhong. "Father, save me."
What's going on?
"As the leader of the martial arts alliance, Master Wei cannot show favoritism."
The crowd slowly gathered, like a pack of wolves hunting.
"Amitabha, please show your wrist, Leader Wei, to set the record straight."
"Alliance Leader Wei."