Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Lu Renjia suddenly shouted, "Girl, get out of here quickly!"

Lu Renjia didn't understand Jiang Que's cultivation. Worried about being dragged into Wanyan Su's revenge himself, he could only hope the girl wouldn't suffer an unwarranted disaster.

Jiang Que ignored Lu Renjia's reminder, while dusting off his clothes, he asked, "Have you seen Qu Hongling?"

Sister-in-law?

Lu Renjia was startled, "Is Mr. Qu here too?"

Jiang Que turned his back as he searched for Qu Hongling, angrily cursing, "That bastard suddenly went crazy out of nowhere and almost killed me. Lucky I ran fast."

Wanyan Su watched the two ignoring her, chatting away, and couldn't help but laugh in anger, "Did I forget to check the calendar when I left the palace today? Why do I keep running into such inexplicable pests!"

Fueled by rage, she flicked the broken blade in her hand, sneering:

"Little girl, since you all are old acquaintances, I'll send you on your way together. You can only blame your bad luck."

Swoosh!

Wanyan Su swung her blade at Jiang Que.

Yet Jiang Que remained with his back turned, seemingly unaware.

In an instant, the broken blade enveloped in frost slashed towards the girl's back.

"Watch out!"

Lu Renjia nearly screamed himself hoarse.

Jiang Que didn't even turn as he raised his left hand.

Ding!

The girl's slender fingers precisely caught the blade.

Wanyan Su's pupils contracted abruptly. Just as she was about to pull the blade back, she saw Jiang Que spin, carrying a whirlwind of fallen leaves.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones was extraordinarily clear in the dead-silent outskirts.

Wanyan Su spewed a mist of blood as she flew backward, crashing into two tree trunks as thick as bowls before hitting the ground heavily.

She struggled to prop herself up but fell again powerless, blood bubbling from the dent in her chest.

Lu Renjia and Qing Niang were stunned.

Who would have thought that a seemingly frail girl could have such formidable cultivation.

"Is this it?"

Jiang Que tidied his messy hair and walked over to Wanyan Su, looking down at her from above, "I heard you calling yourself 'this palace' just now. Could it be that you're a concubine or a princess?"

Before he finished speaking, Wanyan Su suddenly lunged.

Her ten fingers grasped out five ice spikes, charging at Jiang Que like a dying she-wolf, "Die!"

Jiang Que waved his sleeve.

A cold gleam mixed with a flash of sword-light.

Immediately, the five fingers, covered in ice crystals, were severed at the root, and Wanyan Su let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Jiang Que squatted down, pressing his forefinger against her right eye socket, bit by bit gouging her eyeball out, "Why aren't you enjoying yourself in the Imperial Palace, but ran here for killing and fighting, aren't you despicable."

Wanyan Su screamed in agony.

She never thought the pretty little girl could be so vicious, and regret flooded her heart.

Yet the arrogance and defiance she had cultivated over the years made her instinctively lash out, "You little wretch, I am the princess of Nanjin Country. You better let me go, or I'll wipe out your nine generations and kill your entire family!"

"Kill my entire family?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Que's dirty little face suddenly broke into a grin, revealing two sharp tiger teeth, "Sorry, Princess. My whole family is long dead, so I've already disappointed you."

Under the blood-red sky, the girl's blood-stained profile was like a demon.

Crack!

Wanyan Su's nose was crushed, collapsing downward.

Lu Renjia and Qing Niang paled as they watched, feeling a chill admiring Jiang Que's ruthless methods.

Lu Renjia recalled how Jiang Que once endured humiliation to avenge his sister, slaughtering his enemies relentlessly, and couldn't help but sigh, "There's no tougher girl than Zhang Que'er."

Seeing Jiang Que pick up the broken blade nearby, aiming to cut her mouth, the usually tyrannical Wanyan Su finally got scared, "I beg you to spare me, I beg you, I was wrong..."

Facing this demon-like girl, the woman broke down.

This was a demon.

At this moment, she finally understood the mindset of those she had brutally killed on the brink of death.

Jiang Que was a bit disappointed with the woman's rapid surrender:

"What a pity if you had been defiant a bit longer, I might have let you go. I admire people who fear no death the most."

After speaking, he stabbed the blade down, slowly rotating it.

Wanyan Su convulsed all over, a groan squeezed out from her throat, blood froth continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Just as Jiang Que was about to kill the opponent, an unexpected event occurred once again.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant drifted from the woods, and Bodhi leaves fell with the wind.

An incredibly handsome monk in a moon-white kasaya appeared in the forest.

Wanyan Su saw her lover, and the light appeared in her remaining eye. She wanted to speak, but due to her tongue being harmed by Jiang Que, she could only spit out vague blood foam.

"Hmm, have I... seen you somewhere before?"

Jiang Que looked at this unparalleled handsome monk, frowning slightly.

The handsome monk gazed at Wanyan Su with a complex expression, sighed lightly, and said to Jiang Que, "Lady benefactor, you're entangled with killing karma, sowing seeds of evil. You should put down the butcher's knife, turn around, and find salvation."

"Find salvation?"

It was as if Jiang Que had heard the world's biggest joke,

"Can you even see salvation for yourself? Monk, why don't you save yourself first? This princess is clearly your lover. A lustful monk preaching to me is a joke as well."

As she spoke, the girl's toes exerted force, and Wanyan Su's wrist bone shattered with a sound.

The handsome monk remained expressionless, clasped his palms, and sighed: "The past heart cannot be attained, the present heart cannot be attained, the future heart cannot be attained. Why are you so attached to killing, lady benefactor?"

The monk took a step forward.

Under his feet, a massive golden "卍" symbol was condensed.

Jiang Que's expression changed, as she was about to retreat, her body was suddenly controlled by a mysterious force, slowly floating up, the skin all over her body cracking with fine bloodlines.

At the same time, a giant Bodhi tree appeared behind her.

"Lady benefactor, I will imprison you in this Bodhi tree today. When you sincerely admit your mistakes and wash away the killing karma in your heart, I will let you out."

The monk's tone was domineering.

A golden body appeared in the sky, as if a Buddha descended, the majestic pressure was terrifying.

With a flip of his hand, he was about to decide Jiang Que's fate.

Yet, Jiang Que, who was originally in pain, suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Monk, why don't you save her first, this woman is crazy now."

The monk frowned and looked up abruptly.

A blood-colored thunder suddenly tore through the sky.

In the thick red clouds, a red-clothed girl descended from the sky on rolling blood mist, barefoot.

It was Qu Hongling.

At this moment, Qu Hongling was surrounded by murderous intent, her pupils as red as Purgatory Fire, her three thousand strands of black hair dancing wildly in the bloody Gang Wind, with a red rain faintly falling behind her.

"This is..."

The monk's kasaya billowed like clouds, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Red Demon!!

How is this possible!?

Qu Hongling's fingertips burst out seven blood lines, piercing through the monk's golden body shadow.

The monk spurted out golden blood.

At this moment, the monk no longer had the calm arrogance from before, staggering and crushed a jade talisman in his bosom, his form instantaneously dispersed into countless fireflies and vanished in the bloody wind.

"Heh, he sure ran quickly."

Jiang Que sneered.

Looking down at Wanyan Su, whose face was ashen with despair, she couldn't be bothered to torture this lowly woman, directly crushing her head with a foot, and said to Qu Hongling:

"My dear sister, can you snap out of it? You aren't seriously planning to kill me too, right?"

Qu Hongling's eyes were crimson as if they were about to bleed, the red clouds billowing behind her.

She walked step by step towards Jiang Que.

The once lively and spirited girl seemed to have turned into another person.

"It's over, Jiang Mo's two ex-wives are both sick, all inexplicably bewitched."

The girl was quite helpless.

But just as Jiang Que was considering how to escape, a figure suddenly appeared before her, protecting her.

The newcomer wore a green robe, his face thin, wielding a wooden sword.

Jiang Que stared blankly at this familiar figure, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Yan Changqing gently raised a finger.

Before Qu Hongling could make a move, a white light entered at her forehead, and then the girl softly fell to the ground, unconscious.

Yan Changqing turned and looked at Jiang Que, patting her little head, and smiled: "I'll teach you the final sword, but on one condition, from now on... you can only die before your senior brother Jiang Mo."

The girl's eyes instantly turned red: "Master..."