Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Just as the spatial gate opened, assassins identical in appearance to the previous man suddenly emerged from all directions. Each one wielded a black serpent sword, striking with eerie precision at Yi Tianxing and his companions. Every thrust was aimed at a vital point—clean, sharp, and without hesitation. Their movements were like the wind, sealing off every path and space around them.
"Kill!!"
Biting her lip, Song Yuting swiftly formed a sword seal. Her white jade flying sword turned into a stream of light and slashed toward the surrounding assassins. The sword light coiled like a ribbon, aiming straight for their necks. If struck, their fragile throats would undoubtedly be severed instantly. The speed of the flying sword was already fast, but with its special nature, it gained an enormous boost in control and agility.
The naked eye couldn't even trace its movement; before one could react, the flying sword had already taken heads.
Pfft!
One of the Serpent Demon Guards was decapitated on the spot. However, just as he died, a strange smile appeared on his face. From his severed neck sprayed black, foul-smelling blood. It splashed onto the flying sword, and at once, the jade sword sizzled with a disturbing hiss, emitting black smoke. It was as if a fish had been thrown into boiling oil. Corrosive marks quickly appeared along the blade.
Its speed plummeted.
"It's poisoned blood! He contaminated my flying sword!"
Song Yuting's face turned pale with fury. Although the sword had strong offensive power, once damaged, both it and its master would suffer the effects. Her jade sword couldn't withstand the highly toxic blood, which severely reduced its speed.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The other Serpent Demon Guards had been waiting for this moment. Their serpent swords sliced in strange arcs, relentlessly striking the jade sword. They clearly aimed to shatter it. Their response was coordinated and precise—after witnessing one of their own fall to the sword, they had quickly come up with a countermeasure: sacrifice one soldier to taint the weapon, then follow up with focused strikes to destroy it and cripple Song Yuting's combat power.
Boom!
A chain cracked through the air like a hurricane, smashing into a Serpent Demon Guard. The guard was instantly torn to pieces, flesh and blood flying everywhere, exploding into a gruesome mist.
"You think I, Wushuang Ghost, am someone to be trifled with?"
Wushuang Ghost sneered coldly. His iron chains whipped around like living spirits, bursting with devastating power. Just brushing against them meant death; full contact meant obliteration.
One Serpent Demon Guard after another was pulverized into blood mist.
Yet, some of them had extraordinary strength. With serpentine agility, they evaded the whirling chains and lunged straight at Wushuang Ghost.
Crack!
But before they could reach him, a bronze war spear suddenly appeared, impaling a guard completely. With a flick, the body exploded into pieces.
"Are you alright?"Yi Tianxing, gripping the spear, asked Song Yuting.
"My sword's been corroded by poison and needs time to recover. Without it, my strength is heavily reduced,"she replied, her face pale.
She had already recalled the jade sword into her body, placing it within her divine sea to cleanse it with true essence.
She cursed inwardly. If her sword had been more powerful, not even potent venom would have harmed it. With stronger sword techniques, she could've countered threats like this with ease. But the truth was clear—Song Yuting was still a fledgling sword cultivator, someone who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Her foundation was shallow, her training lacking.
She couldn't compare to disciples from major sects who received systematic training in swordsmanship.
That was the difference between a wandering cultivator and a sect-trained swordsman.
"Quick, let's get out of here. These assassins aren't weak—they must be elite troops from Jingjue City."Yi Tianxing took a deep breath and moved toward the portal.
"Leaving? Did I say you could leave?"
A chilling voice echoed in the ghost cave. A tall, slender figure appeared naturally ahead of them, clad in exotic garments that accentuated her nearly perfect figure. Sadly, her face was hidden beneath a veil.
Was she a peerless beauty or a demon in disguise?
"You trespassed into my forbidden domain… and stole our sacred Kunlun Divine Wood. Do you really think you can leave so easily? How arrogant of you—to ignore the will of the Jingjue Queen."
Her icy gaze swept across the group like death itself.
"Surrender the Kunlun Divine Wood. Gouge out your eyes, sever your arms, kneel before me and beg for mercy. Perhaps I'll grant you a swift death. Otherwise, not only will you die—your families, your bloodlines, will perish with you.My curse will ensure your line ends in extinction. Your souls will be annihilated, scattered, never to reincarnate.Your bodies will endure endless torment, and your spirits shall be imprisoned in the Nine Netherworlds, forever lashed by the ghostly wind—never to ascend for all eternity."
Her words were cold and resolute, brimming with killing intent.
It was a royal aura—a pressure that weighed down like a mountain. Wushuang Ghost and the others felt crushed, their very breath stolen. But he wasn't just anyone; as a body cultivator, his will was strong. In an instant, he shook off the pressure.
"You think you're some almighty deity?You're neither our ruler nor our captor. You think your words alone can make us kneel and die?What a joke. If you want judgment—ask my flying wheels first! Kill!!"
Wushuang Ghost let out a battle cry, his muscles swelling, blood energy surging like a tide. A ghost god roared behind him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In a flash, his flying wheels shot toward the Jingjue Queen. Blades screamed through the air, each cutting arc forming a deadly web. In the blink of an eye, the single wheel split into three, forming a triple-lock killing formation that sealed all escape.
"Foolish!"
The Jingjue Queen's eyes gleamed coldly. Her gaze swept across the incoming wheels—and they vanished.
Yes, vanished—without a trace.
The whirling blades disappeared into thin air, as if swallowed by an unknown void. Even Wushuang Ghost could no longer sense them. The spiritual connection was severed instantly.
Their attacks had not even grazed her.
"The legendary Void Ghost Eyes—they can erase anything in sight, banishing it to a mysterious space.I didn't believe the stories… but it's true. Even Wushuang Ghost's flying wheels disappeared instantly.This power… is godlike."
Jiang Ni spoke hoarsely, his eyes solemn.
"I am a god."The Jingjue Queen said without hesitation.
Her confidence was absolute. She truly believed these eyes gave her divine power—able to reshape fate and wield godlike authority among mortals.
"I don't believe it!!"
Suddenly, Song Yuting shouted.
A talisman appeared in her hand, glowing with vibrant spiritual light. From it surged countless flames like raindrops, pouring toward the Jingjue Queen.
Each flame pulsed with violent force.
Talisman Technique – Fire Rain!!
The explosive energy was enough to kill most Life Aperture cultivators outright.
But the Jingjue Queen did not flinch. Her eyes swept over the firestorm—and it too vanished.
In an instant, the mighty attack fell silent.
Soundless. Total erasure.
From overwhelming fury to utter calm in a breath. The sight was chilling beyond measure.
Those eyes… could even erase magic and divine techniques. If she willed it, nothing in her line of sight could remain.
What she wanted gone—ceased to exist.
That was her terrifying truth.