"You bitch!" one of the bandits roared as he swung his sword in Elize’s direction.
The purple-haired beauty defended herself gracefully, taking only one step back before counterattacking.
Her blade sliced through the bandit’s shoulder, destabilizing him before ripping through his belly.
At the sa mont, another bandit appeared behind her, his sword opening a deep gash in the young woman’s delicate back.
"Ghn~~" Elize grunted painfully before kicking backwards, throwing her aggressor away and quickly retreating.
More than twenty corpses already lay under her feet, but the number of enemies didn’t seem to be decreasing one bit.
"Cough! Cough!" She brought her hands to her lips and looked at the trembling palm bathed in blood.
Her vision blurred and she stumbled, almost falling.
’What’s happening, have I been poisoned?’ she thought, feeling the burning cut on her back.
No... this couldn’t be happening.
"Just a little bit more," she roared, her aura exploding with more power than ever.
Whatever was in her blood boiled as she pushed all her lightning Qi out of her Dantian.
She wasn’t ready to die, not yet.
How could she accept dying without even presenting the child she would have with her beloved to her mother?
But although she didn’t want to die, she wasn’t willing to back down and leave her sisters behind either.
She refused to be a coward, she didn’t want to lose her sisters like she had lost her mother and her master.
With a heavy heart and panting breath, she felt her ridians tremble violently.
"She’s trying to make a forced breakthrough!"
"Stop her!"
The higher-ranking bandits roared, directing their swords, machetes and axes at Elize. If she advanced to the foundation realm now, they would be in serious trouble.
"Die!" Elize’s voice echoed like a bestial scream.
The ground beneath her feet cracked as she channeled all the energy from the breakthrough into her sword. The tal shook, but didn’t break.
The first bandit reached her, his weapon coming within centiters of the beauty’s delicate neck before she defended herself.
Her blade found his torso and sliced through bone and muscle until it ca out the other side.
Without wasting ti, she advanced to the next one, a decapitated head falling to the ground while her sword cut through the air.
"Keep attacking, don’t let her finish her advance!" shouted a bandit who was a single step away from the foundation realm before having his throat torn out.
Slowly, the bodies under Elize’s feet increased.
From twenty to thirty, from thirty to forty and soon, more than fifty bloody corpses covered the ground.
Her body was marked by dozens of cuts, so deep enough to reach her bones.
She was in the worst pain she had ever felt in her life, but she didn’t cry or even wince.
"Shit! She’s almost finished advancing to the foundation realm!" The bandits tried to retreat, feeling the Qi around Elize change drastically.
Forced advances were dangerous, even when successful, they usually left deep wounds and an unstable base.
Even so, they couldn’t help but shrink back in fear in front of that woman.
Their leaders had lied, saying that they were all weak and fragile won!
"You dared to co here, so you’ll stay here for the rest of eternity!" Elize roared, her voice hoarse as she swung her sword in fury.
But then her montum suddenly stopped.
A tallic clang echoed as her sword shattered and she was thrown more than ten ters.
"Ugh... blergh..." She fell to her knees, vomiting blood and raising her gaze to a shadowy figure.
He wasn’t one of the leaders of the Red Claw gang, but he was still a Foundation Realm cultivator.
Her breakthrough had been a success and she could already feel the Qi core in her Dantian, but she was too injured to fight another cultivator of the sa level.
She tried to get up, but her body didn’t respond.
Even using her Qi, all she managed was to shudder slightly before collapsing onto what was left of her sword.
"Ah... you gave us a lot of trouble, huh? But the leader likes won like you. I’m sure you’ll give him many powerful heirs once we’ve sorted out this ss."
The shadowy figure laughed, approaching her in quick steps, his eyes sweeping over the woman’s body lustfully.
Even with all her wounds, she was still an incomparable beauty.
"Husband... where are you?" She closed her eyes as his hands approached.
She prepared to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but stopped the last mont, hearing a heartbreaking scream and feeling a splash of blood on her face.
"Elize!" Yueli’s worried voice reached her ears and she opened her eyes.
Yueli hugged her tightly as she watched the handso, powerful figure standing in front of her, holding the dark figure’s neck.
With a single squeeze, the handso young man’s fists t, and the dark figure’s head was crushed like a ripe tomato.
"Don’t anyone dare move a single step," he ordered, and no one did.
Not out of obedience, but because they couldn’t.
Their bodies were crushed by a powerful aura, their knees already buckling as their hearts seed about to explode.
Not even their leader had such overwhelming murderous intent... no, their leader’s murderous intent was like a child’s tantrum at what they felt exuding from that young man’s body.
Qingyi ignored them, his heart sinking as he looked at Elize’s bloodied body.
His hands were shaking as he bought the most expensive recovery pill he could get from the system.
His lust points reached zero and continued to drop until they reached two thousand negative points, but he didn’t care.
[I’ll allow this purchase, but if you don’t recover the points you’ve spent within 24 hours, the punishnt will be severe].
Ignoring the system’s threats, he knelt down in front of Elize.
"H-husband..." she whispered, her voice weak as she watched Qingyi.
Her eyes slowly closed.
"I’m sorry, honey... I made you suffer..." He put the pill to his own lips and kissed Elize, forcing the pill down her throat.
Yueli obviously didn’t mind it, placing her hands on Elize’s back and helping her to calm her turbulent energy.
The effect was imdiate.
Elize’s complexion soon beca pinker and the wounds covering her body quickly closed up.
This was a pill no inferior to what cultivators of the nine peaks basin used, leaving not even a single scar behind.
Qingyi stood up and took a step towards the invaders.
There were still almost a hundred and fifty of them, but these numbers didn’t even make him blink.
Drawing his sword, he used the second form of the Tempest Monarch’s sword art
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