In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

Upon hearing this, Xiuhua and Qisha felt as if their hearts had fallen into an ice cave.

"Embroidery, you run first, I'll hold him off!" Before the words were even finished, Qi Sha flung Xiu Hua's hand away and pushed her back three steps. "Go!!"

Xiuhua opened her mouth, and as she saw him take that step forward, the strip of cloth wrapped around his severed arm fluttered in the night wind, like a flag with a hole in it.

Qi Sha turned around, facing Wei Zhaoting, his right fist brimming with internal energy, and smashed towards that young yet weathered face.

The force of the punch tore through the night, carrying with it fragments of stone and dust, and struck Wei Zhaoting's chest like a thunderbolt.

Wei Zhaoting raised one hand, palm facing the fist.

Qi Sha felt as if his force had been smashed into a ball of cotton, completely neutralized.

He felt a chill run down his spine, then sneered.

"Martial Arts Realm?" He exerted force with one arm, his fist surging again, forcing Wei Zhaoting back two steps. "Even if I'm a tiger fallen into the plains, I'm not someone a mere Martial Arts Realm Black Flag dog like you can humiliate at will!"

Qi Sha roared and threw three punches with one arm.

Each punch carried the residual force of a peak Martial Master. Even though most of his internal energy had been eroded by the spring lotus, his posture remained.

But Wei Zhaoting's movements were extremely unpredictable...

He moved like a shadow skimming the ground, Qi Sha's fists grazing past the hem of his clothes, each punch missing its mark.

"Why bother?" Wei Zhaoting laughed as he dodged. "You're trying to be tough even with a broken arm. Your girl is more sensible than you."

Qi Sha gritted his teeth and remained silent, his fists becoming even more ferocious.

However, the residual poison of the spring lotus in his body took effect at this moment, causing a sharp pain in his dantian and a sudden pause in his internal energy.

Wei Zhaoting seized this opening and pointed a finger at Qi Sha's heart, sending him flying backward and crashing to the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Have they run out of ideas?

Just as Wei Zhaoting was about to step forward, a hidden weapon flew in from the side.

He turned his head to step aside, and Xiuhua rushed in front of Qisha, spreading her arms to protect him behind her.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here!" Qi Sha struggled to stand up.

"I've already betrayed my best friend, I can't abandon the father of my child too." Xiuhua didn't turn around, her tone as short as a knife.

Qi Sha was stunned.

He wanted to say something, but it felt like a stone was stuck in his throat, and his eyes welled up with tears, so he couldn't say anything.

"Tsk tsk." Wei Zhaoting took a step forward unhurriedly. "It's rare to see two dignified peak Martial Masters forced to this point by a mere Martial Warrior like me. Since you've fallen to this level, don't cling to your pride."

"Brave warrior, why not hand over the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus? Otherwise... I wouldn't mind having a taste of this young lady's flavor." He glanced over the embroidered shoulder.

Qi Sha's eyes darkened.

"Don't even think about it!" Xiuhua's voice was colder than a knife. "You Black Flag, colluding with the demon race, have trampled my land and slaughtered my people! Even if I die today, I will never let the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus fall into your hands!"

Qi Sha raised his eyes.

He saw that the embroidered figure's back was like a wall, standing motionless in front of him.

He supported himself on his knees, slowly stood up, stood beside her, and clenched his fist.

"That's right! Sooner or later, the Demon Suppression Division will tear you traitors to pieces!" Qi Sha's throat bobbed. "Even if we die today, the two of us..."

"It's just the two of us, my husband and I," Xiuhua suddenly said.

Qi Sha was stunned, turned his head, and looked at her incredulously.

The embroiderer gave him a look, as if to say something.

Silly boy, what are you so surprised about? In my heart, I've already married you.

Qi Sha opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, only clenching his only fist tighter.

Then the two of them turned around at the same time and looked at Wei Zhaoting.

"Now, my husband and I," Qi Sha said, "even if we die..."

"I will perish with you," Xiuhua replied.

Before she finished speaking, Xiuhua had already rushed out.

The Seven Killers moved almost simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Wei Zhaoting in the middle.

The two exchanged blows with perfect coordination, as if they had practiced together their entire lives.

Wei Zhaoting's blocking movements began to show signs of strain. After all, he was only a martial artist. No matter how sharp his eyesight and experience were, he still revealed a weakness in the two's desperate combined attack.

"Why bother!" Wei Zhaoting sneered as he parried the attacks. "What do you think the Black Flag is? The Demon Suppression Division has suppressed us for years, but we haven't been wiped out; instead, we've grown stronger. Haven't you ever considered who's backing us up?"

Xiuhua struck down with her palm, but he dodged it by sidestepping.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Wei Zhaoting slapped away Qi Sha's fist. "Why don't you two put aside your obsessions, hand over the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus, and join the Black Flag with me?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Even if you don't think about yourselves..." Wei Zhaoting's gaze shifted downwards, landing on Xiuhua's lower abdomen, "shouldn't you think about this child? He's not even born yet, and he's going to die with you. Don't you think that's unfair?"

The embroidery offensive paused for a moment.

"His birth into this world," her voice lowered, then suddenly rose, "was both his destiny and his calamity!"

She unleashed her full power in her final strike, and Qi Sha also exerted his strength at the same time.

Wei Zhaoting took three steps back, and a crack finally appeared on his composed face.

But then his technique suddenly changed; his ten fingers, like hooks, reached out from two strange angles at the same time, striking the vital points on the chests of Qi Sha and Xiu Hua.

Both men coughed up blood, flew backward, and crashed into the mud.

Wei Zhaoting stepped forward, squatted down, and pinched Qi Sha's severed arm wound with his fingers, slowly applying pressure.

The veins on Qi Sha's forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth without uttering a sound.

"Where is the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus?"

Qi Sha spat out a mouthful of blood and didn't say anything.

Wei Zhaoting pressed his fingers inward a few more times.

Embroidery lay on the ground, desperately trying to stand up, but that finger had sealed her meridians, leaving her powerless.

"Will you tell or not?"

Qi Sha finally laughed, his teeth gnawing on blood: "You... don't even think about it."

Wei Zhaoting withdrew his hand, his face darkening.

"Then we'll have no choice but to send you on your way."

He raised his hand and brought it down on Qi Sha's crown.

Just then, a blade of energy pierced through the air and arrived.

A bluish-white arc of light sliced ​​through the night, precisely striking Wei Zhaoting's palm.

His pupils contracted, and he retreated rapidly. The blade's energy grazed his fingers, carving a half-foot-deep furrow in the ground.

"Martial Master Realm!"

Wei Zhaoting raised his head, glanced in the direction of the approaching person, then turned and ran without hesitation.

Duan Hai emerged from the night, his white robes fluttering in the night wind.

He held a drawn embroidered spring knife in his hand, the blade still retaining the residual heat of the blade's energy.

"Duan...Duan Hai?" Xiu Hua recognized him. "He's a member of the Black Flag gang. Don't let him get away!"

"good!"

Duan Hai quickly caught up, but turned back a moment later.

"That guy ran really fast! I was afraid I'd fallen for his diversionary tactic." He crouched down and gave each of them a pill. "With me here, you'll be fine."

Qi Sha gasped for breath, his taut back finally collapsing.

Embroidery closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently.

Duan Hai added another sentence.

"I am under orders from Boss Wu to escort you and the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus back."

"Brother Wu..." Xiuhua opened her eyes, her eyes reddening.

She struggled to her feet, holding onto Qi Sha's arm, her legs still weak.

Duan Hai waited a moment, and seeing that she had regained some strength, he spoke.

"Where is Quanlian? Hurry, that person might not have gone far."

Xiuhua nodded and led Duan Hai up the mountain.

Qi Sha followed behind, his steps still unsteady.

When they reached a secluded crevice halfway up the mountain, Xiuhua reached in and touched something cold.

She took out a jade box and turned to speak...

A flash of cold light streaked past.

Qi Sha's head flew up, spun twice in mid-air, and rolled into the grass.

The embroidery hands froze.

She saw that Qi Sha's body was still standing in the same spot, the cut on his neck as clean as if it had been measured with a ruler, blood spurting out and splattering all over her face and body.

She didn't shout.

She simply stood there, her pupils contracting sharply before gradually regaining focus.

"Embroidery girl, this Immortal Spring Lotus has finally fallen into my hands."

Wei Zhaoting's voice came from behind, tinged with laughter.

He walked at a leisurely pace, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Duan Hai had already turned around, the blade pointed at her.

Xiuhua glanced at Duan Hai...

There was no anger, no questioning, not even hatred.

Her gaze shifted from astonishment to sadness, and then to an indescribable calm, all in less than a breath.

"I want this Earthly Immortal Spring Lotus," she said, clutching the jade box to her chest. "Come down and get it."

She took two steps back, with a cliff right beneath her feet.

Wei Zhaoting took a step forward, but it was too late.

Embroidery fell backward, the jade box pressed tightly against her chest, as if she were embracing an unborn dream.

The night wind rustled her clothes twice, and soon her figure was swallowed up by the bottomless darkness.

Wei Zhaoting walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

Only the sound of the wind.

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Duan Hai.

"try to find.

Duan Hai nodded, picked up his knife, turned around, and disappeared into the woods.

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