While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable anger welled up in my heart!

A cold glint also flashed in Jiang Sishui's eyes behind him.

But Ye Erniang seemed to realize it belatedly, cried out "Ouch!" and bent down as if to pick up the dead infant.

But her hand stopped halfway through the air, and she laughed maniacally again: "Dead! Hahaha, dead! You're not my son, my son can't die! Hahaha!"

Looking at the madwoman Ye Erniang, Zhao Qiying felt a chill run down her spine.

The other three villains remained unmoved, clearly indicating that this was not the first time such a thing had happened, and they were already used to it.

Suddenly, Ye Erniang, who was laughing maniacally, swayed and attacked Zhao Qiying without warning.

She pulled out a square, thin knife from somewhere.

The handle was short, while the blade was rectangular and thin, with sharp points all around. It slashed directly at Zhao Qiying.

Zhao Qiying was on guard against her, so she remained calm and composed. When she saw that her opponent was wielding a knife, she used a move called "Breaking Knife Style".

The longsword was thrust forward, piercing straight into the circle of light created by the thin blade!

This sword strike looked abrupt and reckless, like a child who had just learned swordsmanship throwing a tantrum and trying to fight head-on with the enemy.

However, the expected scene of the sword flying and wrist breaking did not occur.

The sword, by sheer coincidence, struck a weak point in the blade's trajectory, slashing a long and deep gash across Ye Erniang's wrist before the blade could reach her.

Ye Erniang cried out softly, and in her intense pain, the thin knife slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qiying followed up with her sword, the tip of which pierced straight at Ye Erniang's face.

The air hissed as a sharp finger strike shot out from the side, aiming for Zhao Qiying's heart.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Qiying dodged to the side, and with a sweep of her sword, used a "Qi-Breaking Style" to deflect the finger strike.

The finger strike was broken, but Zhao Qiying was still forced to retreat repeatedly, her face grave: "Grandmaster!"

That crippled old man in a green robe with a cane was actually a master of the same level as his father, Zhao Tianhao!

Duan Yanqing gave Zhao Qiying a deep look, then glanced at Ye Erniang, who was badly injured, and let out a muffled gasp.

"What exquisite swordsmanship! Strike first after the opponent has moved, and attack the enemy's weak points when they are about to defend. This young lady is no ordinary person."

He said these words without moving his mouth, but he was using ventriloquism.

Zhao Qiying said coldly, "No matter how powerful they are, this matter won't end well today, will it?"

Duan Yanqing nodded: "That's right! You've become our enemy today, so I can't let you go. Otherwise, in a few years, I won't be your match either."

Duan Yanqing felt somewhat helpless.

This wasn't the first time Yun Zhonghe had done something like forcibly abducting women out of lust; he was used to it.

But to everyone's surprise, Yun Zhonghe had picked a tough nut to crack this time.

If it were just these past grievances, stopping now might be enough to let things go. However, when Ye Erniang killed the baby, Duan Yanqing noticed the extremely hostile look in Zhao Qiying's eyes.

From that moment on, he knew that making peace was impossible.

Given the chance, this little girl will definitely take down those four villains!

In that case, rather than letting the other party grow, it's better to strike first and nip the threat in the bud.

"This girl's swordsmanship is formidable; she should not be underestimated. Let's all attack together and finish this quickly!"

Duan Yanqing gave a shout, picked up his iron staff, and thrust a powerful stab at Zhao Qiying with his One Yang Finger.

At the same time, Ye Erniang picked up her thin knife again and, together with Yue Laosan, surrounded and attacked Zhao Qiying.

Zhao Qiying dodged left and right, alternating between the "Qi-Breaking Style," "Blade-Breaking Style," and "Whip-Breaking Style," and neutralized Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan's attacks with only a fraction of her strength.

He used the remaining eight-tenths of his strength to resist Duan Yanqing.

For a time, she, an early-stage Grandmaster, fought against three opponents, including one Grandmaster, and was only slightly at a disadvantage!

This result shocked not only the Four Evils, but even Zhao Qiying herself.

The "Nine Swords of Dugu" truly lives up to its reputation as a sword technique designed to overcome the strong with the weak. Once perfected, it becomes incredibly powerful.

However, she was ultimately outnumbered and outmatched. Maintaining her undefeated record was the limit, and winning was almost impossible. Therefore, she had no strength left to protect Jiang Sishui.

Seeing that the three were locked in a prolonged battle, Yun Zhonghe's eyes flashed with a fierce glint as he fixed his gaze on Jiang Sishui.

Jiang Sishui immediately sensed a strong malice.

However, it was the "cicada's sense of awareness" that was aroused.

Previously, when Yun Zhonghe ambushed Zhao Qiying, he did not take Jiang Sishui, a weak and ordinary person, seriously and ignored her, so "Cicada Awakening" was not activated.

But now, he truly harbors evil intentions towards Jiang Sishui!

Yun Zhonghe used his lightness skill to reach out and grab Jiang Sishui.

Jiang Sishui's pupils contracted, and she hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the long sword slung over her left waist with her right hand, but her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, her legs were weak, and she seemed unable to stand up.

His eyes were filled with terror, his expression a mixture of fear and trembling as he tried to appear fierce but was on the verge of tears. He stammered, "You...you stay away! My swordsmanship is very...very powerful!"

Seeing that Jiang Sishui's lower body was unsteady and that he was just an ordinary person with no internal strength, and that he was now putting on a fierce but cowardly act, Yun Zhonghe found it amusing.

"A pretty but useless pillow!"

Yun Zhonghe not only didn't take Jiang Sishui's words to heart, but also withdrew some of his strength, afraid that he might use too much force and crush the pretty boy to death.

He still wanted to keep Jiang Sishui around to threaten Zhao Qiying!

Seeing that she couldn't scare Yun Zhonghe, Jiang Sishui finally broke down, yelled, and turned to run away.

However, without true qi, even if he used all his strength, it was still pitifully slow in Yun Zhonghe's eyes.

With his inner energy surging and circulating, Yun Zhonghe's speed increased even further, like a predatory eagle pouncing fiercely on Jiang Sishui.

Suddenly, Jiang Sishui stopped, turned around, and raised her hand!

With a barely audible "whoosh," a sharp sword light flashed, striking Yun Zhonghe, who was charging headlong into the room, with unstoppable force!

029 Duan Yanqing: This kid has no martial ethics, he's pretending to be weak to take advantage of others.

"what--"

The next moment, a shrill scream rang out like a flute playing, like a needle piercing the eardrums of everyone.

Zhao Qiying and the three villains were all taken aback. After exchanging two or three blows, they each retreated.

Then, all eight eyes of the four people turned to look in the direction of the sound, and their pupils shrank sharply.

Yun Zhonghe collapsed in a pool of blood, his tall, thin body cut in two at the waist, his intestines and internal organs gushing out from the cut, and blood splattering all over the ground.

A thick stench of blood filled the air. Yun Zhonghe was unable to die immediately. His upper body writhed and twisted in agony on the ground, uttering desperate howls that sounded inhuman, like a demon crawling out of the eighteenth level of hell.

This scene is truly terrifying.

Jiang Sishui then retreated to the direction where Zhao Qiying was, far away from Yun Zhonghe.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Jiang Sishui looked frightened and innocent, appearing completely harmless.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan retreated behind Duan Yanqing: "Boss, what should we do?"

Duan Yanqing's eye twitched as he looked at Jiang Sishui's left hand.

The hand held a sword, its blade already sheathed, as if it had never been drawn.

But Duan Yanqing would not forget the faint yet rapid sword cry just now, and the lightning-like glint that flashed in the corner of his eye.

Duan Yanqing scrutinized Jiang Sishui intently, then looked at Yun Zhonghe, who was completely beyond saving...

Without moving your mouth or feet, your body floats backward.

"withdraw!"

Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan followed closely behind, not even glancing at Yun Zhonghe.

Seeing the three leave, Zhao Qiying breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly sheathed her sword and went to Jiang Sishui's side, anxiously checking him over: "Are you alright?"

She was previously entangled with three villains and couldn't get away.

Seeing Yun Zhonghe heading straight for Jiang Sishui, she didn't think the diary's owner would fall so easily, but concern made her flustered, and her heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, Jiang Sishui was unharmed and nothing happened to her.

He even managed to kill Yun Zhonghe!

Thinking of this, she turned and glanced at Yun Zhonghe.

Recalling that fleeting wisp of sword intent, Zhao Qiying was shocked: "Is this the 'Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique'? A heavenly skill, and it can instantly kill a grandmaster after only three days of learning?"

Zhao Qiying couldn't help but reflect on herself before obtaining the "Nine Swords of Dugu," realizing she was probably only on par with Yun Zhonghe. (Disgusted)

Jiang Sishui could kill Yun Zhonghe with a single sword strike; if it were her, she probably wouldn't escape death either.

It's truly hard to imagine that Jiang Sishui, who accomplished all this, was just an ordinary person with no internal energy. (Shen)

Jiang Sishui grasped the girl's delicate hand, smiling as she reassured her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. This skinny guy underestimated me, thinking I was weak as a chicken. He didn't expect me to turn around and attack him, so he fell for it."

Zhao Qiying knew his words weren't entirely true, but she didn't blame him.

Because she could understand Jiang Sishui's difficulties. Guilt.

After all, the "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique" is driven by sword intent, which is too special. If the truth were told, it would reveal many secrets.