Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 172 Father and Daughter Reunited, A World of Flaws and Defects

The rain from the sky grew lighter and lighter, while the blood on the ground pooled more and more.

Wei Wu was sitting on a high building at some point, a cup of jade honey in his hand, which spun around as it left a fine, viscous trail on the cup's surface.

Looking down, he nodded in satisfaction.

Jiang Yuyan had already fought her way to Zhongjie Street, only half a street away from the Crown Prince. Wherever her sword passed, no one survived. Although she herself had also suffered many injuries, her condition quickly recovered after drinking a mouthful of golden water, and she was spared from being overwhelmed by the crowd.

"Even if martial arts practitioners ambush someone, at most a few dozen people will kill one person. This is not comparable to the imperial court, which often has hundreds or thousands of people. Such a large number of people can easily exhaust the true energy of martial arts masters. At that time, even the strongest person can only become fish and meat."

"Without the support of Jinshui, Jiang Yuyan would not have been able to reach this place."

"But even now, she might not be able to kill her way to the Crown Prince."

Behind Wei Wu, Yao Yue stood to his left, dressed in a moon-white palace dress, dignified and elegant. Her phoenix eyes never glanced down, her gaze fixed only on the gradually opening clouds beyond the eaves, showing no concern for anything else.

The one who spoke was Lianxing on the right, dressed in an elegant palace dress. Her slender white fingertips touched the railing, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. "It's time for those martial arts practitioners to make their move."

Half the street was filled with people from the Eastern Depot, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and soldiers. With them wearing down Jiang Yuyan's strength, the hyena-like Jianghu talents dared to take advantage of the situation and sneak in.

After all, Wei Wu was still watching from above.

Wei Wu took a sip of the jade honey and found it very sweet. He then handed the cup back and casually said, "Kill them. Let me see what tricks Liu happy and his men can pull."

Yaoyue's face remained unchanged, as aloof as a goddess in the heavens. However, she took a step forward, took the cup from Wei Wu's hand, poured the jade honey into her mouth, and then rolled her red tongue to scrape the remaining honey into her mouth.

Wei Wu reached out and pulled Yao Yue into his arms. Their lips met under the moonlight, and a cool sensation and a rich sweetness filled their mouths. When the honey nectar was fully stirred, the two slowly separated.

"Not bad, quite delicious." Wei Wu's hand was on Yao Yue's waist, a smile on his face, it was unclear whether he was referring to the jade bee jelly or to Yao Yue.

Yaoyue remained expressionless, a hint of disdain flashing in her proud phoenix eyes. However, the act of lightly licking her lips betrayed her reluctance. Therefore, she did not slap away Wei Wu's hand on her waist, but merely glanced at him coldly and said, "You worthless chicken and dog, I can kill you with a flick of my wrist."

The first group of martial arts practitioners who surrounded and killed Jiang Yuyan were all masters from various sects, but these people had been treated like dogs by the imperial court for too long, and apart from their reputations, they had long lost their true skills.

Jiang Yuyan didn't even use the Ruyi Chain Technique or the Eight Forms of the Heavenly Demon; relying solely on her intuition honed through countless battles, she broke through with her curved blade.

They were caught off guard and killed on the spot.

One person with one knife, or even one knife against four or five people, this group of martial arts practitioners quickly became the next batch of stepping stones.

The wind and rain gradually subsided, but the chill on the long street had not dissipated. Jiang Yuyan walked forward with blood on her feet, her body already soaked through with snow, and blood dripping from her hair, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.

When they arrived at the gate of the Murong family, several figures strode out from behind the ruins of the Murong family's facade. They were none other than veteran martial arts masters led by Murong Wudi and Tie Ruyun.

Seeing the blood-soaked half-street behind Jiang Yuyan, none of the men dared to underestimate her. In fact, a group of men, who disregarded all martial ethics and were nearly a thousand years old, joined forces to ambush this young girl who was not yet twenty years old.

Tie Ruyun was, after all, a veteran martial arts master who had once been the leader of the martial arts alliance, and a tough and unyielding man. He couldn't be as shameless as Murong Wudi and his ilk, so he was left behind.

Just as he was about to step forward, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "Dad!"

Tie Ruyun's heart trembled at the sound of "Father," and her body involuntarily stiffened. When she turned around, she saw Tie Xinlan with tears streaming down her face.

He had been captured by Jiang Biehe for a long time and imprisoned in a dark and sunless water dungeon. His face had long been worn away and he could no longer recognize himself. Although he still remembered that he had a daughter, he had long forgotten what she looked like.

However, upon meeting Tie Xinlan again, there was no hesitation between the father and daughter, and they both recognized each other's identities.

"Xinlan? You're Xinlan!" Tie Ruyun's face lit up with joy, but then terror settling onto her solemn expression. She shoved Tie Xinlan towards the Murong residence, "Go! Go quickly, go as far away as possible!"

He was breathing heavily as he warned his daughter, "Get out of this city!!!"

Tie Xinlan was startled by Tie Ruyun's change in attitude, but she quickly stepped forward and said, "Father, are you worried about Jiang Yuyan? I am her master's maid, she won't hurt us—"

Tie Ruyun never expected that his daughter could be connected with Wei Wu. Although his daughter could only be a lowly maid, Tie Ruyun couldn't care less at this moment and quickly said, "It's not Jiang Yuyan! It's a madwoman. You leave, and let Wei Wu leave too!"

This is a trap!

Tie Ruyun hurriedly told Tie Xinlan about Liu Xi and Xiaoyuer's plan. Tie Xinlan's face immediately changed color, and she grabbed Tie Ruyun, wanting to rush towards the high-rise building where Wei Wu was. "Father, let's go find Wei Wu! He can definitely save us!"

"You can't go anywhere!"

Tu Jiaojiao led her people out and surrounded Tie Ruyun and her father in a cold voice.

Dressed in mourning clothes, Xiaoyuer limped out, without a crutch. Underneath his trousers, which should have been empty, was a wooden leg. He still crossed his right arm over his chest and raised his left hand to support his head, but the warmth in his eyes was gone. His bloodshot eyes were filled with malice: "Tie Xinlan, congratulations on finding your father. Considering our past friendship, I'll give you this chance. Now run out of the city, as far as you can."

However, if you intend to inform Wei Wu of this—”

He rubbed his stubble-covered mouth, a sickly smile appearing on his haggard face. "Then you and your daughter can only die together."

At the same time, a figure dressed in coarse linen clothes stumbled across the long street like a wild beast. His true energy was so dense that it solidified and was released from his body without restraint. The thick, tentacle-like true energy easily lifted those martial artists into the air and sucked them into the air.

One corpse after another fell to the ground; he killed Jianghu people even faster than Jiang Yan!

However, this killing god wasn't heading for Jiang Yuyan. Instead, he rushed towards the high-rise building, crashing through the railing and landing in the corridor. He stared in disbelief at the two people beside Wei Wu, exclaiming, "Master, Second Master?!"

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