Speak! Who Is That Bastard?

As night fell, thick clouds obscured the stars and moon, leaving only the flickering light of swords and spears in the darkness, reflecting Nalan Yan's pale yet resolute face.

Her long hair was disheveled and stained with blood, and her robes were torn to shreds, revealing gruesome wounds.

Her eyes remained intense, burning with resentment and determination.

Nalan Yan brandished her Longsword, the sword shadows dancing wildly like silver snakes, the Sword Qi crisscrossing.

Like a trapped beast, she fought desperately within the enemy's encirclement, trying to break through this impenetrable wall.

Each swing of the sword carried a fierce momentum, and the blade clashed with the enemy's weapon, bursting forth with dazzling sparks.

However, the black-clad men surrounding her were all highly skilled cultivators. They cooperated seamlessly, forming a tight formation.

The group worked together to cleverly deflect Nalan Yan's attacks, making each of her attacks seem like a stone thrown into the sea, resulting in utter failure.

After a fierce battle, Nalan Yan suffered several new wounds, and blood seeped out, staining her clothes red.

She was panting, her anger burning fiercely like dry tinder that had been ignited.

"Since the sword won't work, then let me show you this move!"

She roared and slammed her Longsword into the ground.

He slowly stretched his hands forward, and black mist began to surge in his palms. Then, two dark flames ignited in his palms.

This flame was unlike any other; it exuded a chilling aura, as if it came from the Jiu You hell.

Nalan Yan mobilized all her internal energy and poured it into the flames.

As the internal energy surged, the flames grew wildly like living things, getting higher and higher, larger and larger. The black flames rolled wildly, and the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the eerie flames.

Finally, the two flames transformed into two enormous black fireballs, radiating an awe-inspiring pressure.

Nalan Yan shouted and threw her hands upwards with all her might. Two fireballs streaked across the night sky like meteors and shot towards the horizon.

High in the sky, they collided with a deafening roar.

Black flames shot skyward, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

In an instant, countless Little Fire shot out from the center of the explosion, raining down on the burly men in black.

Wherever these Little Fire passed, the ground was instantly scorched black, and many tall trees around were set ablaze, turning into fiery trees that raged wildly, filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell.

This woman has gone mad!

Aren't you afraid of triggering a beast tide?

The men in black's expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated, unleashing their respective special skills at the same time.

Someone formed hand seals and summoned a huge ice shield, its crystal-clear surface covered with Frost.

Someone brandished a large sword, unleashing sharp blades of energy in an attempt to shatter the fireball.

Others chanted incantations, forming a golden protective shield in front of them, radiating dazzling light.

Wow, how could Nalan Yan's [Hell's Black Flame] be so easily resisted.

The ice shields melted rapidly under the scorching black flames, making a sizzling sound.

The air blade slash only slightly altered the trajectory of the fireball, but it couldn't extinguish it.

The golden protective shield dimmed and began to crack the moment it came into contact with the black flames.

Little Fire kept crashing into the defenses of the black-clad men. In an instant, explosions, roars, and the sound of burning flames mingled together, creating a chaotic and tragic scene.

Nalan Yan stared intently at the battlefield, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. She hoped that the Hell Black Flame could open a path for her to escape and break through this damned encirclement...

As Nalan Yan unleashed her Hell Black Flame, which transformed into a sea of fire, the entire battlefield was illuminated as if it were Asura inferno.

The scorching heatwave whipped up dead leaves from the ground, and charred bark peeled off in the flames with a crackling sound.

Wang Bujv's pupils suddenly contracted, and he staggered back half a step. His brocade robe, embroidered with gold thread, fluttered in the air currents, and cold sweat slid down his neck and into his collar.

"Old Hei, take her down!" Wang Bujv's voice trembled as his fat fingers gripped the jade pendant at his waist tightly.

The Old Hei man with the gun, known as Qin Manzi, stood as still as a mountain.

The hideous scar on his neck trembled with the movement of his muscles, and his calloused hands slowly gripped the jet-black spear, the runes engraved on the shaft suddenly emitting a ghostly blue light.

With a flick of his wrist, Qin Manzi sent his spear slicing through the air in three afterimages. The chilling spear energy coiled like a silver dragon, instantly Wang Bujv.

The black fireballs, imbued with an aura of the You Ming, crashed into the protective barrier as if they were hitting an impenetrable wall, producing a series of cracking sounds. Mars flew onto the barrier and then dissipated into wisps of smoke.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Manzi pointed his spear tip towards the sky, and a beam of blue light as thick as a bucket tore through the night sky. Wherever it passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, shredding all the fireballs that rushed towards him. The remaining Mars fell like black snowflakes.

Nalan Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and before she could react, she saw Black Mist rise from Qin Manzi's palm.

The Black Mist rapidly expanded in the air, transforming into a pitch-black palm the size of a millstone, with purple lightning crackling between its fingers.

The moment the palm print landed, the air within a radius of ten feet suddenly froze. Nalan Yan felt invisible shackles surging from all directions, making even breathing difficult.

She tried to circulate her Spiritual Power, but found that her meridians felt like they were filled with lead, and every inch of her skin was being squeezed painfully by the heavy pressure.

Qin Manzi lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt that swept across the scorched earth.

His large hand gripped Nalan Yan's shoulder like an iron clamp, the force from his fingertips almost crushing her shoulder blade.

Nalan Yan struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood. Before she could even let out a roar, she felt her major acupoints being struck one after another, and her Spiritual Power dissipated like a tidal wave.

Without the support of Spiritual Power, the Hell Black Flame instantly weakened, and the raging fireballs became dim and were easily extinguished by the black-clad men's swords and spells.

Several ancient trees, burning fiercely, groaned under the weight of the fire before crashing to the ground, sending Mars flying everywhere.

The battlefield was now deathly silent, with only the night wind carrying ashes that swirled across the scorched earth.

Wang Bujv rushed forward in three quick steps, his thick hand gripping Nalan Yan's neck tightly.

His breath reeked of alcohol, splattering on Nalan Yan's face, his eyes filled with madness.

"You bastard! Tell me honestly, who is this piece of trash you're talking about?"

Nalan Yan's face turned blue and purple from being pinched, but she suddenly twitched the corner of her mouth, revealing a bloody smile.

She jerked her head back and spat a mouthful of blood onto Wang Bujv's face. "You... you'll never know..."

"You're asking for death!" Wang Bujv roared, raising his other hand high.

Qin Manzi suddenly reached out to stop him, his hoarse voice carrying a warning. "Leave them alive, or we won't be able to explain to Fairy Jiangyun."

Wang Bujv then angrily lowered his hand, wiped the blood from his face, and swept his sinister gaze over Nalan Yan, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

In the darkness of night, Nalan Yan was roughly dragged away, leaving behind only a mess.