The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Before Wan Yuan and the members of Qinghe Sect could react, a slender body suddenly appeared, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, looking quite adorable.

However, the next scene was not so adorable.

A longsword flew out from the young girl's hands, its whistling sound like the furious roar of a giant dragon, chilling people to the bone.

It was just a blink of an eye, the longsword penetrated through, piercing directly through dozens of heads.

Blood splattered everywhere, the scene was extremely gruesome.

"I still prefer doing it myself!" Xiao Yun said softly, casually summoning the longsword back to her hand, and in the next moment, she charged directly into a crowd of hundreds.

With two hundred cultivators from the Eighth, Ninth Layers of Heavenly Immortal and forty masters of the Luo Xian Realm, Xiao Yun dove headfirst into them.

Tang Rao also took a deep breath, it seemed that Xiao Yun, this girl, was getting serious.

Although among those forty Luo Xian cultivators, the strongest were only three at the Ninth Layer of Luo Xian, if these Luo Xian cultivators teamed up, they could pose a certain threat to Xiao Yun.

Of course, Tang Rao wasn't worried about Xiao Yun's life being in danger. Jokingly, as a Half-step Immortal Monarch, even if she couldn't win, she could always escape.

The battle turned out to be more violent and intense than Tang Rao had anticipated.

Xiao Yun seemed to particularly enjoy these one-against-many battles, appearing incredibly exhilarated.

From the roaring sound of her longsword, it was clear that the young girl had completely let go, thoroughly reveling in the exhilaration.

Such a battle, unfortunately, was brutal for the cultivators of Qinghe Sect.

What power does Xiao Yun possess? A Half-step Immortal Monarch!

The Luo Xian cultivators unified might manage a few moves against Xiao Yun, but what about the other cultivators? Even a slight touch of Immortal Power could mean death.

Especially for the cultivators of Heavenly Immortal Level, getting close was essentially a death sentence.

It's unstoppable, like a nuclear explosion; the shockwave spreads, deadly upon touch.

The remaining two hundred plus members of Qinghe Sect were being reduced in numbers at an alarming rate, with cultivators being slain almost every second.

The surrounding cultivators who had gathered hoping to earn some Immortal Stones by collecting heads didn't dare to advance, all of them just watching Xiao Yun and swallowing their saliva.

This young girl was far too terrifying, and obviously, she had gone into a frenzied killing rage.

If they tried to grab heads at this moment, there was a good chance they would be mistaken for Qinghe Sect cultivators and killed alongside.

...

"Damn it, how could this happen!" Wan Yuan was already completely devoid of will to fight back against Xiao Yun.

This girl was too ferocious, a Half-step Immortal Monarch, damn it, there's no point in fighting.

Luckily, Xiao Yun's killing was indiscriminate; if she targeted him specifically, he probably wouldn't last three moves. It was terrifying.

Only the Ancestor could withstand her.

Without hesitation, Wan Yuan immediately contacted the Qinghe Ancestor.

Although this might disrupt the Ancestor's breakthrough, he could no longer care about that, because if this continued, the remaining cultivators of Qinghe Sect including himself, would all be killed.

A Half-step Immortal Monarch, definitely capable of that.

Especially that longsword in the girl's hand, it seemed no ordinary weapon; the more it killed, the brighter it shone, dazzlingly bright.

"Sect Master, save me..."

"Sect Master, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Wan Yuan, damn it, it's all your fault... Ah!!"

Cultivators of Qinghe Sect cried for help, and some cursed, but it was all in vain; Xiao Yun did not care, meeting anyone she directly killed, staining the sky and earth red with blood.

Tang Rao also watched heart-racingly; this was a true battle, so thrilling, so domineering.

Unfortunately, his progress in breakthrough was still too slow. Of course, he only lacked time; given a year and a half, reaching the Ninth Level of Luo Xian Realm, he was confident he could achieve that.

Tang Rao believed that with his special qualities, as long as he reached the Ninth Level of Luo Xian, he could contend with Xiao Yun and even, truly, have the power to battle an Immortal Monarch.

Within a mere two minutes, less than fifty cultivators from Qinghe Sect remained, among them about thirty were at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, twenty at Luo Xian, the rest had already been killed by Xiao Yun.

Only two words: Insanity.

Of course, Tang Rao was pleased to see this, as it saved him a lot of money. After all, if it were anyone else, he would have to pay hundreds of thousands or even millions of Immortal Stones for each kill.

As for Xiao Yun, all it took was chocolates and lollipops to get the job done.

Tang Rao had already decided, once this affair ended, he would treat Xiao Yun to a grand meal, the little girl had worked too hard.

"Kill!" Xiao Yun grew fiercer as the battle waged on, the Immortal Emperor's Treasure Longsword in her hand vibrating ominously, the aura of slaughter fierce to the extreme.

Man shadows sword, sword follows man.

Xiao Yun's murderous intent merged with the longsword, unleashing terrifying combat power.

A sword strike as if descending from the heavens, brutally slashing towards Wan Yuan.

Wan Yuan turned pale with fright, clearly understanding that he couldn't block this sword.

Meeting it meant death.

No, he couldn't die; he was the Sect Master of Qinghe, he still had too many ambitions unfulfilled. The Qinghe Ancestor would arrive soon, he absolutely could not die.

"Boom!" The next moment, Wan Yuan punched, landing a blow directly on the lower back of a Ninth Heavenly Immortal Elder in front of him.

That elder, quite clearly surprised by Wan Yuan's sudden attack, was blasted forward, colliding directly with Xiao Yun's domineering strike.

Pfft!

Without any suspense, the elder at the Ninth Level Luo Xian Realm was penetrated by the sword, his body turning into a mist of blood.

However, the sword light did not stop there, just wasn't as fierce as before.

Wan Yuan had no escape, tried everything, and raised his sword to meet the attack.

Boom!

A violent roar erupted suddenly, the longsword in Wan Yuan's hand shattered and Wan Yuan himself was blasted away, blood spraying wildly.

What brought despairing Wan Yuan some solace was, he wasn't dead yet.

Though seriously injured, he was not yet dead.

"Sword go!" Xiao Yun didn't care about these details, swinging her sword casually, slashing towards Wan Yuan.

Wan Yuan, seeing the screaming sword light coming, completely lost hope, this sword would undoubtedly be fatal.

Even Wan Yuan had already closed his eyes.

"Whoosh!" However, just then, a sound of sword whistling came, a blue giant sword suddenly appeared in front of Wan Yuan, brutally chopping on Xiao Yun's sword light.

The sword light was forcefully split, and the blue giant sword was reflected back.

"Bang!" The next moment, a figure holding the blue giant sword, stood suspended in the air.

White hair fluttering, a demeanor of immortal charm.

Qinghe Ancestor had finally arrived.

"Such a pity." Tang Rao muttered, Wan Yuan almost bit the dust just a bit more.

With the arrival of Qinghe Ancestor, Xiao Yun would definitely be restrained.

Tang Rao of course was not worried about failure; with what had happened to Qinghe Sect, the people around waiting to exchange heads for Immortal Stones could easily clean them up.

What made Tang Rao unhappy was that he had to spend a large amount of Immortal Stones again.

Although he was wealthy, thinking about the hundreds of millions of expenditures still hurt.

"It seems, I need to let our own people grab a few more, that way I can spend less," Tang Rao muttered, then contacted Ah Quan, Xiao Yue, and Cha Xiangzi, two at Eighth Level Luo Xian and one at Fifth Level Luo Xian, they should be able to take down a wave.