âCrack!â
The sound of the whip striking flesh echoed, followed by Hong Lianâs agonized scream.
Su Yingxue, clad in a red outfit, descended from the sky with a heroic flair.
Before Hong Lian could react, Su Yingxue lashed her fiercely with the whip, flaying her skin and drenching her in blood.
âSu Yingxue!â
Hong Lian collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with shock.
âHow are you not dead!â
How is this possible!
Su Yingxue was personally placed in a carriage by her and thrown into the sea!
How could she still be alive?
âI didnât die, but you are about to!â
Su Yingxue declared authoritatively. She swung the red jade soft whip, wrapping it around Hong Lian, hurling her into the air. Normally Hong Lian could have landed safely, being highly skilled in martial arts, but having been shot with a needle, she lost consciousness as soon as she hit the ground.
Her body crashed down heavily, a âthudâ serving as a reminder to everyone of Su Yingxueâs arrival.
Chu Yihanâs lips curled into a slight smile.
Qin Muyanâs eyes sparkled with excitement, âYingxue!â
He had always known that someone as intelligent as her would not succumb to misfortune easily.
Outside the door, the soldiers who had been held back also fought their way in with great effort.
Only Wu Dao, his hand clutching the box, was trembling.
Under his black hat, a pair of impure eyes filled with bloodshot veins as if he found her presence more blinding than the sunlight!
âWhooshââ
Wu Dao moved with a gust of angry wind, reaching Su Yingxueâs side almost instantly and striking without hesitation.
Su Yingxue felt a piercing pain and her body weakened, drooping downwards.
She hung her head low, resembling a meteor in the night sky, a fleeting beauty that made people believe she was their savior.
âSu Yingxue, you donât deserve to live! Even if I didnât kill you before, you wonât escape now!â
From the corner of the wall, the severely injured Han Yuwen spoke with scorn.
She despised Su Yingxue!
She had stolen the man she loved, caused her to be humiliated, and even usurped her teacherâs appreciation.
Such a person deserved to die!
Su Yingxue had no right to live in the same world as her.
Wu Dao looked down at Su Yingxue, his voice gloomy and hoarse like a sand- laden autumn wind from the north, âIf you hadnât come, you might have lived a little longer.â
But she had to appear before him at this moment!
He couldnât convince himself to let her go now!
Especially just now, when he saw her face that looked exactly like Long Shuliâsâ¦
âIf I hadnât come, how would I kill you!â
Su Yingxue, kneeling on the ground, moved in a flash, flipping off Wu Daoâs hat, and forcefully tore off his cape, letting his gloves that were attached to his body fall to the ground as well.
Wu Dao was instantly laid bare, like a stripped man.
âAh!â
The moment his body was exposed to light, Wu Dao cried out in terror.
âMy God!â
âIs that even a human? Looks more like a ghost!â
âSo ugly!â
As people murmured, Su Yingxue had already placed a luminous pearl the size of a fist on the Black Jade Dragon Chair, causing the glaze tiles in the hall to reflect the sunlight, instantly lighting up the great hall.
In the sunlight, Wu Daoâs grotesque features became clearer to everyoneâs eyes.
He had no hair; the skin on his scalp was covered in red patches!
No⦠not just the scalp.
His face, his hands, every visible patch of his skin was red and blotchy, crisscrossed and mottled, looking as hideous and terrifying as a demon from hell.
Furthermore, his whole body was thin to the bone, like a skeletal head wrapped in skin.
Because of his gauntness, his fearfully widened eyes seemed even more horrifying.