The flashes of swords and blades burst forth in her hands, mingling with the flames, making the light of the blades dazzling and unpredictable. As she spun, the blades exploded with maximum power, and amidst screams of agony, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and limbs were torn apart.
She landed gracefully, her skirt fluttering in the wind. The sharp, slender sword in her hand swept past her and landed beside her. A strand of long hair danced before her eyes. Her gaze was sharp and cold, and in the firelight, she possessed a stunningly beautiful and youthful appearance.
At her feet lay a jumble of screaming bodies. She looked down at them coldly and asked, "Want to continue?"
Having already vented her anger by killing, Luo Zhiheng felt much calmer and naturally didn't want to kill anyone more. Besides, this place was clearly a dangerous place now; staying would only create more trouble, so leaving early was the best course of action. However, if these people continued to be oblivious and recklessly obstruct her and cause her trouble, she wouldn't mind killing a few more.
The soldiers had been staying in the villa since their return and naturally didn't recognize Luo Zhiheng. At this moment, they were utterly shocked, their scalps tingling, and they all bore injuries of varying degrees. They were terrified, terrified of the invincible sword in Luo Zhiheng's hand; the mere blade could inflict such wounds, demonstrating just how formidable it was. But they were equally terrified of this woman.
How could this woman, who looked so young, be so bloody and cruel? Was she really a female demon? Killing people without blinking an eye? They exchanged glances. Of the dozen or so people, only six or seven were still alive, all wounded. This was a disgrace to the soldiers! No matter how terrifying this woman was, they couldn't let her go, because she was now a prime suspect in arson.
"We can't let you go. If you've got the guts, step over our dead bodies!" the leader roared, struggling to his feet. The other survivors also stood up, swords in hand, ready to attack again.
Luo Zhiheng pursed her beautiful lips, ground her teeth a few times, and curled a mocking smile at the corners of her mouth. Her watery eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you're courting death, then don't blame me."
Raising her sword again, Luo Zhiheng showed no mercy this time. The two were locked in a fierce struggle once more, everyone else giving it their all, and Luo Zhiheng was no exception. Her advantage lay in her ruthlessness and her treasured sword. While her opponents were injured, they also possessed an advantage: their martial arts skills.
Both sides fought with all their might, making it a close contest, but the main advantage was that the other side had more players.
Luo Zhiheng fought methodically and with ease, never giving an inch. Her movements and techniques were unpretentious, yet each strike was sharp and aimed directly at vital points. She flashed a dazzling display of blade light, seizing the moment when her enemy's eyes were closed in the blindness, she thrust out a blade, severing the throat and killing the man instantly!
The enemy was almost in a bloodthirsty frenzy, suffering a disastrous start with five of their comrades killed and the remaining survivors nearly driven mad. Their swords and blades, aimed at Luo Zhiheng, had lost all rhythm and strategy.
Ironically, the more frantic and irrational they were, the more composed and sharp Luo Zhiheng became in her fighting. When the enemy was weak, I was strong; when the enemy was strong, I was even stronger!
Her steps were graceful, her posture arrogant, her gaze cold and sharp, her face cold and beautiful, exuding a noble yet sharp edge. Her hair suddenly turned and flew wildly as she took several steps back. The enemy rushed forward, their swords and blades almost instantly surging towards her. She smiled, cold and confident, and suddenly performed a somersault backward. After another backward leap, she slashed horizontally with her long sword.
Bang bang bang!!
A sharp metallic explosion rang out as Luo Zhiheng severed the swords of five or six opponents with a single strike.
Almost as soon as her feet touched the ground, she pounced forward again like a leopard suddenly taking flight. The group of people were now unarmed, and to Luo Zhiheng, they were lambs to the slaughter!
The old lady was just lamenting that she had never had a chance to go on a killing spree since she came to this place. Since you have offered it to her, she will accept it without hesitation!
At that moment, in the eyes of those men, the bewitching woman who was approaching them was simply like a god or demon!
They stood frozen in place, speechless, unable to utter a single sound, their eyes wide, awaiting death. Perhaps the sharp aura of the precious sword would offer them a quicker end, allowing them to die before they felt the pain.
Amidst the flashing blades, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly approached. Luo Zhiheng shouldn't have been distracted, but she suddenly became stubborn and let the killing intent fall upon her. A sharp sound of something cutting through the air whistled by, forcing her to abandon her life. Her sharp gaze swept across her face, and she saw an arrow pointing straight at her, its tip radiating a chilling aura in the night wind.
Luo Zhiheng's pupils seemed to shrink along with the arrow tip. 14.
Reacting faster than her brain, her hand swiftly retracted, striking directly at the arrow aimed at her head! 17722642
With a crisp clang, the arrow was knocked down, but because of the close distance, Luo Zhiheng staggered back a few steps. Her sharp gaze fell on Cheng Yaojin, who had suddenly appeared. He was still a stranger, but the person being protected among the strangers was suddenly Prince Mu.
Luo Zhiheng frowned slightly. Prince Mu was covered in wounds and looked disheveled. He had obviously been burned as well, with blood on his lips and chest. He was being protected and was clearly unconscious.
What happened? Are you really injured?
"What's going on?" the man who shot Luo Zhiheng with an arrow asked the group in a deep voice; they were clearly a group of people.
"Vice General! You've come at the right time. This woman is the arsonist of this fire. The brothers caught her here, but unfortunately, this vixen has an incredibly sharp knife in her hand. Five of our brothers have already died at her hands." The man who had been driven to the brink of death by Luo Zhiheng suddenly saw the organization and was so excited that he couldn't express it. He even wrote his report with a sense of righteous indignation.
Is this evidence of arson? They dare to directly accuse her of arson? It's utterly laughable. The people raised by Prince Mu are just like him—so petty and despicable!
"What?! Are you all incompetent?! Go! Seize this vixen and await the prince's judgment!" the lieutenant roared.
He brought a team of over a hundred people. Weren't they afraid of failing to capture a weak woman? Even if she was a demon, so what? With their numbers, they were sure to capture this demoness who almost killed the prince!
They didn't give Luo Zhiheng a chance to speak or explain, immediately convicting her. Luo Zhiheng didn't even have the desire or the will to explain. When you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext. Since it's destined to be a fight to the death, then let's have a big battle.
More than a hundred people swarmed forward, truly ruthless, all brandishing swords and knives, aiming directly at Luo Zhiheng's face.
Luo Zhiheng ran backwards, and the group of people, thinking she was scared, shouted, "Chase her! She's trying to escape!"
Luo Zhiheng sneered, tucked the knife into her waistband, loosened her arm, and the arrows stuck in her shoulder instantly slid off. She reached for the bamboo tube at her waist, quickly pulled out the cloth strips securing the arrows, and pulled out three. She ran at an astonishing speed, heading towards the house where the fire was spreading rapidly.
The people behind her didn't understand her intentions, but they still relentlessly pursued her.
Something was tearing, shattering, and sprouting on Luo Zhiheng's face. Her ruthlessness, her fierceness, her cruelty, her true nature, after being suppressed and hidden for too long, finally broke through the soil today! (A mere speck of dust).
She was used to living a carefree and unrestrained life, and that carefree and unrestrained nature was etched into her bones as she grew up. When she arrived in this strange ancient world, unfamiliar with everyone and everything, she could only suppress her fear and worry, and hide her truest self.
She had been ruthless and sharp before, and in other people's eyes, she was already hateful and terrifying. But only she knew that wasn't her! That version of herself was still suppressing and hiding herself, but now, she no longer wanted to hide or suppress herself.
Suppressing and hiding her true nature, she was bullied, wronged, cursed, humiliated, hurt, and even framed and manipulated!
Screw you! Female bandits are not to be harmed or bullied by you. While we were living the high life in our bandit den, robbing and looting in our fortresses, and robbing the rich to help the poor in the gold mines of foreigners and devils, you were probably playing with your spoons somewhere, and you might already be a pile of bones!
She was laughing, a laugh that even the raging fire couldn't stop, replicate, or catch up with—a wild, unrestrained, and exuberant smile that spread and blossomed.
She raised the arrow, wrapped in a cloth thick with strong liquor, high into the air, and with a whoosh, it burst into flames. She whirled around, stood beneath the wall of fire, faced the enemy, nocked the arrow, drew the string, and fired!
Second update! Haha, I got so excited writing this, Huasha seems to have come alive again! That's all for today's update. I'll keep working hard tomorrow! Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets, my darlings! Give Huasha your motivation and support! With you all, no matter how hard or tiring it gets, Huasha will stand up and forge ahead! In my carefree and unrestrained life, I can be carefree, but in my carefree life, with you all as my confidantes by my side, I have no regrets in this life!
398 Knocked out! The Emperor's conspiracy, the powerful Ghost Emperor, stop the World King!
Updated: 2013-10-21 14:12:00 Word Count: 7857
With a whoosh, several sharp, tearing sounds suddenly rang out, and amidst the eerie, bright firelight, three blazing arrows surged toward the group of soldiers.
This group of people had witnessed the power of flames firsthand; they were terrifying, like demons, seeping into everything they touched. Instantly, the soldiers who had been rushing forward instinctively stopped in their tracks, their faces grim. The adjutant, meanwhile, shouted, "Get out of the way! Don't touch the flames!"
The soldiers scattered instantly, but due to their numbers, they couldn't completely evade the attack at once. In the chaos, trampling was commonplace, and some fell to the ground because they couldn't dodge in time. Luo Zhiheng's three arrows were powerful when they fell, hitting three of them. This wasn't a perfect shot, considering there were only three arrows and a large group of them. In this situation, even a blind cat can stumble upon a dead mouse.
Strangely, the flames on the arrow, upon touching the people, instantly turned into raging flames, engulfing them in flames. This scene filled the group with shock and fear, causing them to hesitate and dare not approach. Someone even shouted, "Demon fire! It really is demon fire! That woman must be a demoness!"
After being shouted at like that, the others were even more hesitant to approach Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng was unaware of the flames' strange properties, but seeing their considerable fear and the flames' domineering nature, coupled with the arrogant deputy general's urgent reminder, greatly piqued her interest. She loved to strike where the snake was most vulnerable, and strike hard!
She gave a cold laugh, drew three more arrows, lit them, and shot them.
Her arrow shot into the crowd, causing them to scatter in panic once more. Luo Zhiheng, having created some distance, was no longer afraid of them. She smiled alluringly, and with only a few arrows left, she chopped down a nearby tree trunk, lit it on fire, and threw it at the group of frantic soldiers.
This happened repeatedly, creating a line of fire between them, preventing either side from crossing. While they couldn't fight, they were temporarily safe. Luo Zhiheng looked up at the heavens speechlessly. Had she... struck gold? She'd encountered something incredibly strange.
Several more brothers died over there, and the deputy general was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The enemy was right over there, but they dared not make any rash moves. The deputy general was so anxious that his face turned ashen. At this moment, Prince Mu slowly woke up.
"Your Highness! You're awake? I'll take you to see a doctor right away, but our men have found the arsonist. Unfortunately, this vixen is too cunning, and we are incompetent and haven't been able to capture her yet," the lieutenant said remorsefully.
Prince Mu sat on the ground, his eyes vacant. Before him lay the letter he hadn't had time to retrieve—the last thing his princess had left him. Gone, all gone. Was he not even given his last remaining possession? Prince Mu felt his vision blur, as if he could see nothing clearly, but vaguely, he could still sense a patch of red.
The helplessness and despair of not being able to hold onto what he cared about most, and not being able to protect the person he loved most, tore his heart apart and left him utterly hopeless.
The arsonist? Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Prince Mu suddenly seemed to have found something that restored his anger and power. He abruptly raised his head and said in a hoarse, sinister voice, "Capture her! Capture her at all costs! I will tear her to pieces and bury her with the Princess's letter!"
He will never let go of that scoundrel who caused him to be unable to protect even his most precious possessions, no matter who it is!
At Prince Mu's command, the soldiers could no longer hide; they were ready to charge through fire and water.
Seeing that they were about to rush over, Luo Zhiheng only looked at them with a mocking gaze. They absolutely could not get into this raging fire. Judging from the strange nature of this fire, even a slight touch would be fatal. They were courting death.
But the soldiers were really charging forward, so she wasn't afraid. She put down her bow and arrows, picked up her precious sword, and within the fire line, swung it out. The sharp blade energy swept across the entire army with overwhelming force, and the fierce flames were all blasted away by the blade energy, looking like venomous snakes flicking their scarlet tongues, a truly terrifying sight.
"Aaaaah!" Another series of screams rang out, it was unclear whether they were hit by the sword energy or burned by the flames.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you burn down my villa? Surrender and I will spare your life. If you resist, I will make you wish you were dead." Prince Mu gritted his teeth, stood up, and shouted menacingly.
Luo Zhiheng smiled coldly and said, "If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be here today."
Luo Zhiheng didn't want Prince Mu to discover her. Since she was already there, she wasn't afraid of being found out. Besides, leaving today was already difficult enough; someone had seen her, and Prince Mu's men had even accused her. She was likely to get herself into trouble. Since she couldn't remain unscathed, she wouldn't try to hide like a guilty thief, lest she lose face.
Upon hearing the voice, Prince Mu felt his scalp tingle and his face turn pale. He roared, "Luo, Zhi, Heng?!"
She destroyed his house, and it was a woman! He should have realized it sooner. Who else could it be but Luo Zhiheng, with such audacity, ability, and motive? He had underestimated Luo Zhiheng. But knowing it was Luo Zhiheng only fueled Prince Mu's rage. That brat had destroyed the last treasure he had left for him.
"You wretch! You've committed a heinous crime, yet you still dare to resist! You rebellious beast, you even tried to kill your own father-in-law! Burning down the house, what else wouldn't you dare to do? It's utterly unforgivable! Come out and face your death! Today, I, the King, will eliminate you, you vixen, in place of Mu Yunhe!" King Mu roared, his anger blazing.
Luo Zhiheng's face turned cold, and she shouted fearlessly from within the flames, "You're on behalf of Mu Yunhe? What right do you have to replace Mu Yunhe? My father is still alive, it's none of your business to curse me. Besides, I didn't set fire to this dilapidated house, and I didn't kill you. You're trying to smear me, convicting me without investigation. Is this the wise and mighty Prince Mu that people praise? I think he's a muddle-headed and incompetent fool! How dare you accuse someone so unjustly?"
"You wretched child! You are an absolute wretched child! How dare you be so disrespectful to your elders! I must ask Mu Yunhe, is this his beloved wife? Is this the wife he trusts? So unworthy and ill-mannered, how can she be worthy of the Mu family!" Prince Mu shouted, his eyes red with anger.
Luo Zhiheng, however, did not care about Prince Mu's words at all. The matter between Mu Yunhe and her was really not something Prince Mu could interfere with.
"Don't think you're so great just because you're related to Mu Yunhe by blood. Please, do you even know the situation? Do you think Mu Yunhe will listen to anything you say? It's ridiculous! The dignified Prince Mu doesn't even have this much sense? You spoke ill of his beloved wife in front of Mu Yunhe. Let me tell you, he won't hate me, he'll only hate you! He'll hate you more and more each time, and he'll despise you more and more each time."
"You've been so arrogant. We know you're an elder, even without you saying it. If you acted like an elder, we would never disrespect you. But unfortunately, everything you've done and said is utterly repulsive. You're so selfish and narrow-minded. Do you think Mu Yunhe has any hope that you're his father? If it were me, I'd rather not have such a disgraceful father as you!" Luo Zhiheng's words were vicious. At this point, it wasn't just a matter of being disrespectful; she simply couldn't respect Prince Mu from the bottom of her heart because he had absolutely nothing worthy of respect, inside or out.
"What did you say!" Prince Mu roared furiously, his face contorted with rage.
Prince Mu's anger pleased Luo Zhiheng, who became even bolder and more arrogant, shouting, "I say you are no longer worthy to be Mu Yunhe's father! Don't even think that your thoughts, words, and actions can influence or even disturb Mu Yunhe. From the day you chose Li Fangfei, you have already lost the opportunity to speak in front of Mu Yunhe! You really are not worthy."
"You've been blinded by women for years, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and incapable of discerning truth from falsehood. You're constantly wavering between two women, your favoritism is outrageous, and you're arbitrary and reckless. If you weren't born into the royal family and protected by your noble status, you would have died countless times already. For the dignified Prince Mu to be manipulated by a woman for so many years, Mu Yunhe only feels disgusted and chilled at the mention of you."
He dared to sow discord right in front of her, almost ruining her and Mu Yunhe's relationship. He was also wicked, bullying and hurting Mu Yunhe. Luo Zhiheng would no longer be polite to Prince Mu. In fact, out of disgust, Luo Zhiheng used extremely sharp and witty words, not giving an inch, and confronting him head-on, almost tearing Prince Mu apart.
Prince Mu trembled from head to toe, his whole body shaking, his eyes bulging, his vision filled with crimson, he felt waves of blackness and dizziness, his chest heaving rapidly with rage, and a metallic taste in his throat as he roared.
He pointed a trembling finger at Luo Zhiheng over the fire, his voice shaking, unable to utter a single word; he was clearly so angry he could hardly breathe.
The King, hovering in the distance, wore a gratified smile, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, like the joy of watching a daughter grow up. "Look at this child's sharp tongue! How is she so endearing?" he thought. "No wonder she shares the same bloodline as me; she's extraordinary, capable of inflicting scathing insults that leave people utterly humiliated."
Tsk tsk, I thought my child was at a disadvantage, but now it seems that if they really faced off, as long as that old bastard Prince Mu doesn't cheat, doesn't play dirty tricks, and doesn't bully the weak with numbers, my child can completely hold the line and only win.
Having vented her anger and pent-up frustration, Luo Zhiheng was contemplating how to back away when Prince Mu's deputy saw this and immediately ordered his men to charge forward. At that moment, soldiers bypassed the line of fire and rushed towards Luo Zhiheng from the other side.
Seeing that one of the remaining two sides was occupied by the enemy, Luo Zhiheng had no choice but to turn to the other side. Without her horse, she could only run. Before leaving, she fired a few more arrows, the flames halting the enemy's advance. Just as Luo Zhiheng was feeling smug, she suddenly turned around and crashed into a wall of flesh. The hard armor made her nose sting, and Luo Zhiheng's mind went blank, her reaction slow.
Shocked that she hadn't immediately noticed someone behind her, and even more horrified that this person instilled in her a sense of impending destruction, her actions raced faster than her brain. Her numb arm rose, instinctively wanting to slash at the person before her, but all she saw was a blur, her pupils contracted, and a terrifying ghostly face suddenly appeared before her. She gasped in shock, and the next moment, a sharp pain shot through her neck, and she was plunged into darkness, collapsing to the ground with a thud. 17722633
The Queen could see clearly from mid-air that there had been no one behind Luo Zhiheng the whole time, so how could someone suddenly appear? Her senses were quite amazing, so she was able to sense it immediately, but she hadn't even sensed any dangerous fluctuations around Luo Zhiheng.
At this moment, Luo Zhiheng lay on the ground, her life hanging in the balance, and a tearing, distorted look spread rapidly across the Prince's eyes. Almost in the blink of an eye, her figure swooped down, her speed astonishing.
Suddenly, the air twisted, and the Queen's extremely fast body was forced to stop, as if the brakes had suddenly failed. Unable to stop her rapid and violent speed, she crashed straight down and struck the ghostly figure that was suspended in mid-air.
With a muffled thud, the Queen's body flew backward, leaving a trail of blood that splattered down her graceful neck, staining the clear night sky red.
The king was utterly horrified. In the entire world, there were very few who could have injured her, and even fewer who could appear so suddenly in front of her without her noticing. You could count them on one hand.
She barely managed to regain control of her body, but was still sent flying quite a distance. Her once-prosperous aura began to waver and gradually became chaotic. The Queen gasped for breath, but struggled to maintain control. Wiping the blood from her chin with the back of her hand, her gaze was sinister as she stared at the strangely appearing figure before her. The ghostly face in her pupils gradually became clearer, its horribly gruesome countenance sending tidal waves of shock through the Queen's mind!
"Ghost Emperor?!" King Shi exclaimed in shock, then his face twisted in a groan, "Qin Yinxian, how cruel you are!"