"Lingyun, what's wrong with you? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhang Jiuling frowned, his tone a mixture of surprise and a barely perceptible rebuke.
He couldn't understand why his usually quiet and obedient daughter would utter such outrageous words at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyun slowly turned her head, glancing sideways at her father.
There was no affection, no warmth in those eyes, only a cold indifference.
The next moment, her figure seemed to blur.
No one saw how she moved; by the time she regained her balance, her fingers were already inserted into Zhang Jiuling's throat.
"You...!"
Zhang Jiuling felt a chill in his throat, followed by a tearing pain.
His eyes widened, warm blood foam gushed from his mouth, and he stared incredulously at the face that bore a striking resemblance to his own.
What shocked him even more was that he, a dignified Innate Warrior, couldn't even see how she made her move!
It's not just him.
No one present, whether it was Grandmaster like Zhang Yuanfeng, the Xiao Family members in the distance, or even Zhang Yu who was waiting intently in mid-air, could catch a glimpse of her ghostly Movement Method.
"Big sister! Are you insane? How dare you kill your father?"
Zhang Wanning let out a terrified scream.
"Father?"
Zhang Lingyun slowly withdrew her bloodstained finger, lightly licking the crimson tip with her tongue, yet her words were piercingly incisive:
"Back then, when he saw my lack of talent and abandoned me, leaving me to fend for myself... did he ever remember that he was a father?"
"The first one."
As she uttered those three words, Zhang Jiuling clutched his broken throat, the light in his eyes quickly dimming, filled with ambition and unanswerable bewilderment, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
This Marquis Yong'an, who schemed his entire life and intended to overthrow the Imperial Authority, never understood it until his death.
Why would it be his own daughter, whom he had never truly respected, who brought his ambitions to an end?
"Evil creature...!"
Zhang Yuanfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in a mixture of grief and rage.
Before he could finish speaking, the pale blue figure had already floated in front of him like a ghost, bringing with it a biting cold wind.
You're the second one.
A cold voice rang out.
Zhang Yuanfeng felt an overwhelming pressure descend from nowhere, freezing his Grandmaster Realm Cultivation. His True Qi stagnated, and he couldn't even move his fingers.
He could only watch helplessly as that slender, white finger pierced his throat bone as easily as if it were piercing thin paper.
"No...!"
The piercing screams abruptly ceased.
The Old Marquis, who had only been promoted to Grandmaster for a few days and was full of confidence that the Household Guard rise to prominence because of him, followed in his son's footsteps in the same absurd and tragic way.
This is insane!
The eldest sister has completely gone mad!
Zhang Heng turned pale and retreated frantically.
He was terrified by Zhang Lingyun's merciless killing, and even more terrified by the terrifying strength she displayed.
The fact that a woman in her early twenties could so easily kill Grandmaster as if crushing an ant completely overturned his understanding.
The Xiao Family were dumbfounded, and the geniuses of Yuhua Prefecture watching from afar were also bewildered.
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, exceeding everyone's expectations.
The Zhang Family were terrified and screamed as they fled in all directions.
Zhang Lingyun smiled in an almost sinister way, "Don't worry... none of them will escape."
Who exactly are you?
Zhang Yu's voice pierced through the chaos. He stared intently at Zhang Lingyun, his eyes filled with deep suspicion and wariness, "You are not Zhang Lingyun."
"You're quite clever... no wonder that girl remembered you until her death."
Zhang Lingyun chuckled, but there was no warmth in her laughter. "But don't worry, it's not your turn yet. You... are still useful to me."
Another important purpose of her trip was to obtain the Sword Bone Pill refined by Zhang Yu.
"Once I've squeezed every last drop of value out of you... I'll send you on your way."
Zhang Yu's heart sank as he thought of the Sword Bone Pill.
The Pills he refined back then have become the key that triggered today's calamity?
And what kind of being is currently occupying Zhang Lingyun's body?
"Help me! Lingyun! I'm your mother!"
Lin Ruoxi, her hair disheveled, screamed hysterically, trying to rouse her daughter from her wits' end.
Zhang Lingyun's movements seemed to freeze for a brief moment because of that shout.
However, this hesitation was fleeting.
Instead, there is a colder, more brutal reality.
The more you struggle... the happier I am to kill you.
As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand lightly, and Lin Ruoxi's head, with a terrified and distorted expression, was separated from her body.
"Hahaha--!"
Zhang Lingyun burst into loud laughter, a wild and unrestrained laugh.
Blood Sha Qi danced wildly without wind, making her look like a demon god of slaughter returned from hell.
"Let us go. We have nothing to do with the Zhang Family."
Jian Wuchen and the others were terrified and tried to distance themselves from the situation and break out of the encirclement.
But it was all in vain.
With the rise and fall of swords, lives are harvested like blades of grass.
The two Grandmaster from East Green Mountain were terrified. "Young Master, we are from East Green Mountain! You can't..."
"East Green Mountain?"
Zhang Lingyun interrupted them, her eyes gleaming even brighter with a crimson light, "Those from East Green Mountain... they deserve to die even more."
At this moment, she had completely lost all sense of friend or foe, killing anyone she saw, completely immersed in a frenzied state of carnage.
The Zhang Family's camp, which had been so aggressive and thought it had victory in its grasp, crumbled in the blink of an eye under this terrifying backlash.
The survivors fled desperately in the cage of death like headless flies, while the vengeful blue figure, like a maggot clinging to a bone, followed closely behind.
Although the Zhang Family deserved to die, Zhang Yu and the Xiao Family were equally terrified as they witnessed the carnage before them.
"Young friend Zhang, what exactly is going on?"
Xiao Xuan was shocked, especially by Zhang Lingyun's strange Combat Power; he couldn't discern her Cultivation at all.
"You lead everyone to hide immediately."
Zhang Yu didn't know what kind of Demons had Body Seizure Zhang Lingyun, but whoever it was, it was not something the Xiao Family could get involved in.
Even Zhang Yu himself wasn't sure.
The Zhang Family scattered and fled. Zhang Heng and Zhang Wanning were lucky because their Cultivation were relatively low, so they were not the primary targets.
Just as Zhang Lingyun shifted slightly, about to leap towards Zhang Heng—
"Zhang Heng, Zhang Yu, get out here!"
A domineering shout, like a thunderclap, rang out from outside the palace gates.
Before the sound subsided, a tall and imposing figure, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, stormed into this bloody Asura Battlefield. The newcomer was none other than Qiu Ruobai.
He held the barely breathing, deathly pale Jiang Luohan in his arms, and the murderous aura emanating from him was almost tangible.
After receiving Qiao Muyun's message, he used Secret Method to rush over and barely managed to save Jiang Luohan was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Looking at the woman before him, with whom he had shared intimate relations, and seeing her pitiful state, Qiu Ruobai felt a surge of overwhelming rage.
Then, recalling what Qiao Muyun had said in her text message—that all of this was caused by Zhang Heng and Zhang Yu —boundless rage instantly consumed his reason.
At this moment, all he could see was the pale face of the woman in his arms, and the two names that would have to pay the price.
He completely ignored the bizarre scene before him, where corpses lay strewn everywhere and Sha Qi aura filled the air.
Qiu Ruobai's sharp gaze swept across the entire room, his voice as cold as iron, carrying an undeniable Killing Intent:
"Who is Zhang Heng? Which one is Zhang Yu? Come out here and face your death!"