Chapter 164

There was a woman who was just as angry as Yushin, perhaps even more so.
Isaac Xinyi, who had to witness the death of the master of the main sect before her eyes. She had to grit her teeth. The tears in her eyes were out of place on such a bloody battlefield.
But what could she do?
The people she’d spent her life with, the people she’d spent her life with, the people she’d shared a part of her life with, had been wiped out in an instant, and she had nowhere to go.
That’s right.
Amifa was destroyed. They were all dead and burned in a single day.
Isakshinni’s mouth tingled and tasted of blood, but she had only one purpose. To inflict the same pain on those who had taken everything from her.
That was the only reason she walked this earth.
And then.
“Alas, do not weep. I always take one of them home as booty, and there are already over twenty girls there. They are all so young and quarrelsome, and it would be wonderful if you could help them to settle down.”
The demonic spirit is gone.
Regardless of Isakshinni’s reaction, he holds up his hands, ugly and outstretched, and looks at the blood-red woman, admiring her briefly.
“Beautiful, properly aged, flavored, and tempered, I can’t wait to see how hot you’ll be at night.”
The gesture of his hand tugging at her bottom as he says this is enough to make her turn around, so she pulls herself closer and spins the sword in her tight grip.
Sometimes like a willow branch, sometimes like a silver thread on a fishing line, sharp and swift.
I have named it the Nanpi Wind Sword Method. And it was a sword devised by the rolling dawn of Amifa.
Seeing the sword bend and extend like a willow, the Mazoku True Spirit flicked the soles of his feet and moved through the air as fluidly as water. It was as powerful and dynamic as the movements of a carp in the water.
“Hahahaha, yes, yes. Spill your heart out. I love the way your eyes look like they’re about to bleed. A woman should be vicious.”
“Shut up!”
Countless incontinences chase after Ilso in a flurry of change. They’re fast and furious, attacking with such ferocity that it seems as if they’re going to crush her ovum at any moment.
But.
The trident at his fingertips strikes back at her sword with a furious fury, and the myriad silvery threads wrestle with the trident in a tense struggle.
“I’ll tear you apart!”
At Isaac Xinyi’s shout, the Mazoku True Spirit smiled inwardly. On the surface, he may seem frail and inadequate compared to the other officers of the Zhang Gang, but that’s only a perception.
He was the strongest of all the Jiang Jiang Sect’s cultivators in terms of physical strength. Isaac Xinni’s webbed silver sword drew on the trident, and in an instant, Isaac Xinni was upon him, his legs floating in midair.
Isakshini’s expression changed drastically.
At the same time, she realized that she was greatly excited, something she normally wouldn’t have been this excited or angry about.
Every crank of Zhang Wenyin’s neck made her heart pound and she lost her cool. She hadn’t realized that was what they were after.
Regret washed over her, but it was too late; her dragging body was as helpless as a bird without wings, closing the distance between them like a fish on a line.
……So she made up her mind.
To be dragged here, to be humiliated by them, to bite my tongue and commit suicide.
She had no doubt it was the right choice, and she closed her eyes tightly, her throat seized by the Mazoku’s grip, helpless to use her sword.
“Not yet!”
A voice roused Isakshini’s spirit, and she opened her eyes. And he could see.
Countless memorizations were flying toward him like butterflies flapping their wings in the air.
With a quick gulp of air, he loosened his grip on his trident and was forced to step back. He was about to be turned into a hedgehog.
“Bitch. We were just about to have some fun, and I wondered why the Tang Family’s figure interrupted ……, and then I realized that there was an Amifa Mundo that I missed.”
Isaac Sinni chuckled at the words of the Mazoku Champion. “Amida Mundo.
It was none other than Amipa Mundo.
“My name is Tang Miyeon, and I’m from the Southern Palace.”
He left for Amishan to pay for his sins,
The second wife of the Changcheng Divine Sword Namgung Mu Bai, and a woman once called Poisonous Flower. Isaac Xinyi shook his head with a look of ‘so be it’ as he watched the woman with thirty or so short strokes trapped between her fingers.
It was a vain hope.
If only there was one, just one, left.
Seeing her like this, Tang Miyan finally spoke up.
“I’m from Amishan, and before we left, Ye Mingjie asked me to go to Xinyi and tell her, so…….”
Isaac Xinni’s eyes lit up a little as he saw Dang Miyan’s fixed gaze as she mentioned Dawn Mistress and the Amish elder.
“It’s not the time to die in vain like that, there are people waiting for you.”
* * *
Kwakwakwakaka!
The Qingyun Red River Sword of the Great Emperor swayed incessantly. It was because the dark power of the incoming Gu Man’s Unworldly Dao was splitting apart.
Each time it did so, his Qingyun Red River Sword would momentarily lose its shine and turn cloudy before returning.
“A man who works on a ship must be a manly man. If you do so, you’ll become a true man, and you’ll make women’s hearts flutter. On the other hand, women are supposed to be strong and not raise their voices. No.”
Just as King Gu Man of Zhang Kangyong was so relaxed in the face of Kwang Seung-Seung, it was because he was a master of a slightly earlier era than Kwang Seung-Seung.
To be precise, he was one of the longest-serving figures in the Wu Nan Shi Zone.
He had accumulated a lifetime of experience in the middle realm.
The amount of strength he could feel with each blow.
None of it was a match for him.
Whenever he saw his Blue Cloud Canal Sword, the ring of steel at its tip, or the sword circle flying away from where he stood, he inwardly laughed at it.
It’s a fearsome weapon, but if it’s so ineffective, what’s the point in using it? No matter how urgent I am, I can’t bring my unfinished martial art before you.
Whenever I felt it, I thought it was worth a try with the master who was bumping into Gu Man.
He felt something strange as he watched Kwang Seung throw one, two, five, ten, and more sword rings in the wrong direction.
Even the sword steel aimed at him wasn’t very strong.
“Kaaaah!”
It wasn’t until he heard a familiar scream that he realized.
He realized that the countless sword rings entwined with the inaccurate Qingyun Red River Sword weren’t aimed at him in the first place.
Each strike of the sword sliced through the waistbands of his companions, killing them all.
He realizes that the sword rings have repeatedly threatened the elderly Tang family elder, Zhong Lihao, who is in danger from a single sword rings, and the Demon Elder, Hai Guoyan.
He is said to be within three fingers of the ten great gods. If he let his guard down, it would only take a moment for his arm to be cut off, his waist to be cut off, or his body to be crippled.
Gu Man’s face contorted into a fiendish grimace.
How could he feel good when he was so openly disrespected?
“Ah.”
Gu Man’s tousled hair slowly rose into the air. Sensing that Gu Man’s aura had become more than lively, it had become lethal, and he laughed.
“The old man talks a lot, so I gave him time to try his best, but now he’s a little angry, but what can I say?”
The sword rings of the great wizard congealed, and the intangible energy instantly began to crush Gu Man’s entire body. Intense waves of energy burst forth as Gu Man’s vigorous momentum collides with the intangible energy of the Wizard.
Kwang! Boom, boom, boom!
“That won’t change anything.”
* * *
Ting, ting, ting, ting!
Tang Yinliang, the elder of the Sichuan Tang Family, had to keep backing away as he stared at the grotesque giant of a man scratching at him with a palm that looked like a water rake extended in front of him.
To be precise.
‘Ma, this is ridiculous…….’
It was the level of martial arts that made the difference.
The nonacupuncture and arm techniques that Tang Yinliang was performing in the sleeve of his shirt were completely ineffective. I felt absolutely nauseous at what I saw on the man’s palm. It was like the scales of a fish.
“I heard the Tang family’s dark arts were so famous, but they’re nothing to write home about. They’ve become boring.”
I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have come here to be killed. What the hell.
He had come here naturally, as the second wife of the Southern Palace and the brother of Tang Miyan, who was now the hostess, but somehow he had been dragged here.
He was the elder of the Tang family, living like a king in Sichuan.
He was an elder of the Tang family who lived like a king in Sichuan,
and amassed wealth and possessions from the moderate rainfall.
He just wanted to live a life of ease and leisure.
He and his fellow longshoreman, Jong Li Hyeop, were also gritting their teeth and doing their best to defeat the demon in front of them.
They weren’t trying their best to defeat the enemy, they were just swinging their swords to save themselves.
So, whether they liked it or not, Tang Inlai and Zhong Li Hao had to be together at this moment. It would be easy for them to hit each other.
Ting-ting-ting! There were times when the bouncing rain stings threatened Zhong Lihao, and there were many times when Zhong Lihao’s sword qi interfered with Tang Yinliang’s arm techniques.
So the two of them decided.
‘I’ll leave it to Jong Rihyeop and get out of the way. I need to live, too.
“It would be more fitting for me to live than for him. I am an elder of the Han sect.’
Both showed a will to live. Each in a different sense.
Seeing such a scene, the person facing them clicked his tongue.
“Yu Yu Sangzong, a word reserved for you, you are so desperate for your own lives, I find it repulsive.”
This was Hai Yilong, the old sea dragon. He was the most powerful of the Four Sea Tides, the Four Sea Tides, the Demon Soul, the Demon Soul, the Beast Dragon Sword, the Beast Dragon Sword, and the Nine Sea Dragons.
“Even so, the bhikkhus of the Amifa were so furious that they would throw their lives away, but you are not even worthy of the name Zheng Sect. Just die.”