As the man’s vicious strike was about to land on her again, An Yiqing gritted her teeth, swallowing the salty taste in her mouth, and swiftly rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the lethal attack.
The man, seeing his blow miss, went wild with rage. He unleashed four consecutive strikes, yet An Yiqing luckily dodged them all.
The pain coursing through An Yiqing’s body made her clench her silver teeth. This couldn’t continue; the madman’s attacks were becoming more ferocious.
With a thought, she scattered various poisons from the Ancient Space towards the man, as if her life depended on it. The man, surrounded by a cloud of poison, moved with a delay of 0.1 seconds.
An Yiqing’s eyes lit up—now was the ti!
She redirected all her inner breath into the Qingying Sword, and, seizing the man’s mont of sluggishness, she charged towards him like a flying blade!
The sound of the Qingying Sword piercing the body was accompanied by the crunching noise of limbs being torn apart, sending chills down one’s spine! With lightning speed, An Yiqing instantly ripped the man’s limbs away!
She then quickly sprinkled the Corpse-Dissolving Powder, which adhered to the wounds on the severed limbs, emitting a sinister "sizzle" sound.
In no ti, the dismbered limbs lted into a puddle of foul water.
Without his limbs, the man beca a bloody, mutilated figure. His blood-red eyes glared at An Yiqing with rage, his wide mouth opening and closing, as if wishing to swallow her whole.
An Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief; the pain in her body left her face deathly pale. She staggered to the man, giving him a deep look, her gaze full of complexity.
This man was speaking Xuanjin Language; he was a true Xuanjin person!
Killing an innocent fellow countryman with her own hands unsettled An Yiqing greatly. If this man had truly been her enemy, it would have been easier to accept. But he was just a pitiful victim.
The thought that, in the days to co, she might end up killing many Xuanjin compatriots who were used as experints by the Tutian Family filled An Yiqing with fury.
The Tutian Family, Yu Hai, were unforgivable!
She slowly raised her palm, filled with inner power, and rcilessly struck towards the man’s head, causing blood and flesh to splatter instantly!
At the last mont before his death, a trace of relief and gratitude appeared in the man’s eyes. His hideous face was touched with a warm smile.
In this world, a life vanished just like that!
After dealing with the man, An Zhifeng and the others were wrapping up their sweep. The once-massive experintal base was now covered in minced flesh everywhere, chilling to behold.
When An Zhifeng and the others reached the morgue, they found An Yiqing, pale-faced, resting against the corner of the wall. Her body seed so frail that it appeared a re breeze could blow her away.
Startled, the Thirteen Blood Generals hurriedly rushed forward.
"Miss!"
An Yiqing slowly opened her eyes to see the worried faces of the Thirteen Blood Generals looking down at her.
Feeling a warmth in her heart, she gave a weak smile. "I’m fine, just so minor injuries." Minor injuries? The damage inflicted by a Demigod Peak’s power was beyond asure!
Not wanting everyone to worry, An Yiqing gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain. She looked at them and saw they were all pretty badly injured as well.
Concerned, An Yiqing imdiately straightened up. "Let’s go back; leave the cleanup to Hong Ci."
"Miss, aren’t we waiting for General Gu to arrive?" The group exchanged glances, and An Zhifeng reluctantly asked. He wondered if the Miss was still mad at Xia Tian and was thus taking it out on General Gu as well?
Hearing this, An Yiqing’s expression stiffened for a mont, but she quickly hid her emotions again. She looked at her watch. "From the hotel to the Yu Family Mansion, it would take at least forty minutes, even if they flew. By the ti they get here, you all would have bled out. Do you plan to leave your bodies for Hong Ci’s people to deal with?"
An Zhifeng and the others were taken aback, scratching their heads awkwardly. They had been so caught up in the fight that they’d finished it in under ten minutes; indeed, Gu Yelin couldn’t arrive so quickly even if he flew.
Seeing the silly smiles on the Thirteen Blood Generals’ faces, An Yiqing rolled her eyes exasperatedly and led them towards the exit.
Seeing this, An Zhifeng and the others quickly followed. Zhang Yufeng promptly moved to An Yiqing’s side, carefully supporting her. Although the Miss didn’t say anything, they could all see that she had likely suffered so serious internal injuries.
After navigating through layers of checkpoints, they finally crawled out of the cultivation base. However, they didn’t expect to be greeted by sunlight and blue skies, but rather—
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