Cult Master's Wife? Goddess's Remains?

The five men swiftly shifted formation, sword light flashing as they surrounded her again.

But Granny Si was like she was strolling through her own backyard, ambling at ease amid a storm of blades and swords.

At times she bent at the waist, at times she turned sideways, and now and then she even stretched out a withered finger to flick the spines of the old men's swords.

Every flick numbed the old men's grips and nearly knocked their longswords from their hands.

How was this a fight to the death? This was clearly a cat toying with mice!

Outside the light screen, everyone on Douluo Continent stared in dumbfounded silence.

On the training field of Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai, who had just thought Granny Si was dead for sure, now had his mouth hanging open and could not close it for a long while.

"That old lady... her footwork is way too freaky, isn't it?"

Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"It isn't a soul skill. She's relying entirely on the flexibility of her body and her grasp of the situation. Her understanding of combat has already reached the point where she can do whatever she pleases."

Within the Sky Screen, the Five Elders of Lijiang had been toyed with for ages without even touching the corner of Granny Si's clothes. Instead, they had exhausted themselves until they were panting, their old faces flushed crimson.

Seeing this, the long-bearded elder's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

"This witch is strange! Form the array! Use the Sword Pellets!"

At the words "Sword Pellets," the other four old men also turned grave and bit the tips of their tongues one after another.

The five of them opened their mouths at the same time, and five streaks of silvery-white light shot out from within.

They were five silver metal spheres only the size of pigeon eggs.

The moment the spheres flew into midair, their surfaces lit up with densely packed, intricate runes.

Immediately after, accompanied by an ear-piercing screech of grinding metal, the five silver spheres actually disassembled in midair in an instant!

Each sphere turned into more than a hundred flying swords the size of a palm and as thin as cicada wings!

Five Sword Pellets meant well over five hundred flying swords!

The flying swords circled and danced in midair like a swarm of silver wasps, gathering into a metal torrent that radiated a chilling killing intent.

Upon seeing this scene, Inside the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body shooting up from his chair.

"This... what kind of method is this?!"

Chen Xin's aged eyes were fixed on the screen, his gaze filled with fervor and shock.

On Douluo Continent, soul masters with sword martial souls could at most cultivate a few streams of sword qi, or split off a few sword shadows.

But the sword cultivators in these Great Ruins could actually refine metal into a tiny sphere, then instantly turn it into flying swords that filled the sky!

This kind of metal refinement, this kind of precise control over vital qi, simply surpassed the limits of Chen Xin's understanding.

Tang San was also drenched in cold sweat from watching.

The Tang Sect hidden weapons he was so proud of, such as the Torrential Pear Blossom Needles and the like, could also fire a large number of projectiles in an instant, but those were all lifeless objects.

Yet these flying swords filling the sky seemed almost alive, controlled by the five old men's thoughts as they wove nimbly through the air.

"What a terrifying system..." Tang San swallowed, his heart thrown into stormy waves.

Within the Sky Screen's image, The flying swords that filled the sky turned into a silver storm, completely engulfing the open ground where Granny Si stood.

The air was filled with teeth-aching slicing sounds. The grass, trees, and rocks on the ground were instantly ground into dust under the slaughter of this blade storm.

Granny Si dodged back and forth through the gaps between the flying swords.

Although her movement technique remained profound, under such dense, indiscriminate attacks, she was ultimately beginning to struggle.

Suddenly, a soft sound rang out.

A flying sword grazed past Granny Si's cheek, its sharp sword radiance cutting a gash more than two inches long across her wrinkled old face.

Blood instantly welled up and dripped down her shriveled cheek.

Granny Si's movements abruptly stopped.

She stood in place, letting the flying swords circle around her, and actually did not continue dodging.

Seeing this, the hearts of everyone from Douluo outside the light screen instantly tightened.

"She's hurt!"

Ma Hongjun shouted, his face somewhat pale.

"That old woman stopped moving. Is she too old and out of strength?"

Zhao Wuji also frowned deeply.

"The flying sword formation is too powerful. More than five hundred swords are attacking together."

"Even if she were made of iron, once she showed an opening, she'd have to die here today."

Inside Spirit City, Bibi Dong also shook her head inwardly.

In the end, two fists were no match for four hands. Although the old woman's movement technique was strange, before absolute numbers and suppression, she still could not hold out.

In the Sky Screen, when the long-bearded elder saw Granny Si stop after being wounded, he immediately let out a smug burst of laughter.

"Old hag, can't run anymore, can you?"

"Today, we'll use your blood to consecrate our Lijiang Sect's sword formation!"

The elder changed the hand seal he was making, and the hundreds of flying swords in midair instantly turned their tips, all pointing in unison at Granny Si, who stood where she was.

Just as everyone thought Granny Si was about to be pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords, Granny Si slowly raised her hand and gently touched the wound on her cheek with those withered fingers.

She looked at the smear of bright-red blood on her fingertip, and her originally hunched body actually straightened little by little.

Immediately after, a voice came from Granny Si's mouth.

"You... you all..."

The moment that voice rang out, everyone outside the light screen felt their scalps explode.

Because this was not the old, hoarse voice of that elderly woman from before at all.

This was a woman's voice!

Clear, pleasant to the ear, and even carrying a trace of a young girl's sweetness and naive charm.

Only now, within that sweet voice was mingled a resentment and fury that made cold air seep out from the cracks of one's bones.

"You tore my skin!"

Skin?!

The instant those two words came out, a sinister wind swept across the field of Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu screamed in fright and threw herself straight into Tang San's arms, her whole body trembling like a sieve.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun were even more frightened, hugging each other with pale faces.

"Sk-skin? What does that mean?"

"Don't tell me this old woman's body is just a layer of skin draped over the outside?!"

An indescribable terror instantly seized everyone's hearts.

An incomparably ugly old woman with half her body already in the grave had suddenly let a young, beautiful woman's voice come from her mouth, and she even called her own body a skin.

In the Sky Screen, when the Five Elders of Lijiang heard that eerie voice, their expressions also changed drastically.

"Playing tricks! Kill her!"

The long-bearded elder shouted angrily. His scalp was tingling a little, and he hurriedly urged the flying swords on.

Hundreds of silver flying swords carried piercing whistles as they shot toward Granny Si in a sky-covering flood.

But this time, Granny Si did not dodge.

She slowly raised her head, and on that old face covered in wrinkles, a charming smile emerged that chilled people to the bottom of their hearts.

"If you ruin someone's clothes, you have to pay with your life."

Before the words had even faded, Granny Si suddenly flung her sleeve.

Swish!

Dozens of red threads so dark they were almost black gushed out of her sleeve without the slightest warning.

These red threads were as fine as hair, yet in the air they stretched perfectly straight, like the sharpest blades in the world.

The red threads met the flying swords that filled the sky and gently twisted.

Cling, cling, clang, clang!

After a dense burst of crisp ringing, those more than five hundred flying swords, forged from refined iron and sharp enough to slice through metal like mud, were actually like tofu before these red threads.

In an instant, they were cut into countless tiny metal fragments, clattering down all over the ground.

"What?!"

The Five Elders of Lijiang were shocked pale, their eyes almost popping out.

Their proud Sword Pellets had not even withstood a single move from the other party!

Before they could recover from their shock, the red threads suddenly spread out in midair, like a massive red spiderweb, instantly binding the five old men firmly in the middle.

The red threads bit deep into their flesh. If they so much as twitched, a deep bloody gash would be sliced open.

The long-bearded elder felt the strange vital qi in the red threads, an aura brimming with destruction, then looked at the charming smile hanging on Granny Si's old face.

In his mind, a terrifying legend sealed away for ages suddenly flashed past.

It was a nightmare that every sect in Yankang Kingdom, even all the sects around the edge of the Great Ruins, turned pale at the mere mention of.

"This method, these red threads..."

The long-bearded elder's throat bobbed violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

He looked at Granny Si, his eyes filled with hopeless despair and fear, his voice so hoarse it had almost changed pitch.

"You... you're from the Heavenly Demon Sect..."

"The Cult Master's Wife!"

The Cult Master's Wife!

The moment those four words left his mouth, the other four old men also turned ashen in an instant. Even their pleas for mercy stuck in their throats, unable to come out.

Granny Si covered her mouth and let out a burst of silvery, pleasant laughter.

"Correct."

"What a pity, though. There's no prize."

Granny Si's finger hooked lightly.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"

A muffled series of flesh being cut rang out.

Those five Lijiang Sect elders, who had just been so overbearing, did not even have time to let out a scream.

The red threads around them instantly tightened, cutting their bodies directly into countless tiny pieces.

Blood and minced flesh burst open in midair.

A faint breeze blew past, leaving only five clouds of crimson blood mist slowly scattering where they had stood.

Not even a single intact bone remained.

The breeze swept by, and the five clouds of crimson blood mist slowly dispersed in midair, finally blown completely clean by the cold wind on the cliff.

Outside the light screen, the Douluo Continent was now so quiet that even a needle dropping could be heard.

The Cult Master's Wife!

Those four words, along with that bloody and brutal scene of an instant kill, were deeply branded into everyone's mind.

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the hunched old woman in the image, who had once again slung the broken bamboo basket over her arm, and felt his heart pounding with lingering fear.

"Is this the Heavenly Saint Sect that teaches commoners to farm and forge iron, and guides all under heaven in cultivation..."

Ning Fengzhi drew in a deep breath, his voice carrying a trace of bitterness.

"This Cult Master's Wife acts with such ruthless decisiveness."

"She instantly killed five experts of the same level while chatting and laughing, without even blinking."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin also nodded silently, his hand gripping the Seven Kill Sword tightening slightly.

Those strange red threads that had filled the sky just now were as sharp as the Seven Kill Sword energy he unleashed at full power.

The strength to casually erase five old sword cultivators like that, if placed on the Douluo Continent, would at the very least belong to a Super Douluo above rank ninety-seven.

On the training field of Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun swallowed, his small eyes filled with terror and the light of gossip.

"Boss Dai, Xiao Ao, you heard that just now, right?"

"That old hag... no, that Cult Master's Wife said her current body is just a skin bag!"

Oscar rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his arms and nodded repeatedly.

"I heard it. That voice even sounded pretty young, like some delicate great beauty."

"But think about it. What normal person would wear such an ugly, stinking old-woman skin bag and run around everywhere?"

Oscar lowered his voice and began analyzing with great seriousness.

"My guess is, this Cult Master's Wife's real body must be hideous."

"Maybe her face is covered in huge moles, or it's all rotten burn scars, and she can't show it to anyone at all."

"She's afraid of scaring people, and afraid of being mocked, so she deliberately made an old-woman skin bag like this to wear over herself."

"That's called giving up completely. If she looks even uglier on the outside, then people won't suspect her true appearance instead."

When the surrounding students heard this, they all felt it made sense.

After all, what perfectly fine pretty girl would willingly disguise herself every day as an ugly old woman with one foot in the grave and a face full of wrinkles?

Unless she herself looked even more frightening than that skin.

However, Yu Xiaogang's attention was entirely on something else at that moment.

He looked at the Sky Screen, his brows furrowing into a deep crease.

"The battle of the older generation may be over."

"But over on Qin Mu and Hu Liena's side, things don't look good."

Hearing the Grandmaster's words, the gossiping looks on everyone's faces instantly vanished.

The sun in the Great Ruins was already about to set.

The smear of sunset on the horizon was as red as blood.

Qin Mu was taking Hu Liena, who had no cultivation at all, with five sword cultivators who had opened their Spirit Fetuses chasing behind them, and a furious Ancient Demon Ape beside them.

Even if Qin Mu had been born with divine strength, and had broken through by chance the night before, in everyone's eyes, this was still a hopeless dead end with no chance of survival.

"They're probably really done for this time." Zhao Wuji sighed, irritably scratching his shiny bald head with his broad palm.

"Once it gets dark, all the monsters in the Great Ruins will come running out."

"Those two kids don't even have a place to hide. Tonight, they'll probably end up as snacks for the monsters."

Countless people secretly broke into a cold sweat for Qin Mu and Hu Liena. Some even could not bear to keep watching what came next.

The image on the Sky Screen shifted.

Deep within the primeval forest, towering ancient trees blotted out the sky and sun.

Qin Mu grabbed Hu Liena by the wrist and desperately wove through the thorny underbrush.

From far behind them came wave after wave of deafening booms, along with the terrified screams of the Lijiang Sect disciples.

The plan of killing with a borrowed knife had worked perfectly. That furious Demon Ape had smelled White Deer's blood and treated the five sword cultivators as targets to vent on. The two sides had immediately become locked in battle in a clearing in the forest.

But Qin Mu did not even have the leisure to glance back.

Because the light overhead was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Night in the Great Ruins had descended once more.

"Little brother, it's getting dark..."

Hu Liena's legs had gone weak from running. She had lost one of her shoes long ago, and several bloody cuts had been sliced into the soft soles of her feet by the sharp branches on the ground.

She looked at the dark shadows surging in from all around like a tide, and an uncontrollable sob crept into her voice.

After seeing that Ancient Demon God dragging a great bone saber behind it, she had developed a fear of the Great Ruins' night that ran deep into her bones.

"Big sister, hold on a little longer!"

Qin Mu gritted his teeth, a fine layer of sweat also beading on his forehead.

He swung the wooden staff in his hand, forcefully sweeping aside the weeds ahead that were taller than a man, and sprinted desperately along a dried-up riverbed.

Just as the boundless darkness was about to close in completely and swallow them whole, the ground vanished beneath their feet, and the two of them tumbled down a steep slope of loose stones.

After a dizzying whirl, Qin Mu steadied himself and casually pulled Hu Liena, who had fallen into a dazed mess, back to her feet.

The two staggered forward a few steps, and the scenery around them suddenly opened up.

This was actually an enormous canyon hidden underground.