Wang Mang slowly raised the short knife, grinning a cruel smile.
After guessing Shen Hongyuan's strength, he had no intention of keeping this woman.
The footsteps stepped on the gravel, making a "click, click" sound, approaching Shen Hongyuan step by step.
His eyes swept over Shen Hongyuan's blood-stained red clothes and her pale and cold face, his eyes full of undisguised malice:
"So what Half-Step Golden Core Realm? She is a woman after all, so she is going to fall into my hands?"
As the distance got closer and closer, Wang Mang swung out a knife and hit Shen Hongyuan's left wrist with a "puff" sound.
A hoarse groan escaped from Shen Hongyuan's throat, the tendon in his hand was cut off instantly, and Shen Hongyuan's left hand dropped directly.
Another slash came out, targeting Shen Hongyuan's right hand.
At this critical moment--
"Buzz!"
A low air explosion suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and then suddenly compressed. The dust on the gravel ground surged crazily, forming a wave of air visible to the naked eye!
Wang Mang's slashing sword suddenly stopped.
An unspeakable terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
It hit his heart like a heavy mountain, making his whole body stiff and his blood seemed to have stopped flowing.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a blur in front of his eyes.
A gray shadow ignored the distance and suddenly appeared between him and Shen Hongyuan like a ghost!
The figure appeared too suddenly, without any warning, as if it was already there, but no one could see it just now.
The gray robe made hunting noises, but there was no wind. There was a layer of faint, almost substantial Spiritual Power fluctuations around the body, forcing Wang Mang's sword energy to retreat three feet.
The man was in his early twenties, with a handsome face but an indifferent expression. He held the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a heart-stopping edge came out of his body.
His aura was restrained to the extreme, yet it seemed to contain the power to destroy the world.
Even though he was standing there, Wang Mang felt that he was facing an unfathomable abyss of coldness, and he could not see through its depth at all!
"Who?!" Wang Mang shouted in shock, hurriedly staggering back a few steps, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
At that moment, he didn't notice any aura approaching at all. This kind of method is definitely not something that Foundation Establishment monks can possess, and even the Golden Core Realm realm he has seen cannot do it!
Are you here to save this Red-robed Woman?
As soon as this thought came up, Wang Mang felt cold all over. He quickly put away his knife and took half a step back. He suppressed the fear in his heart, clasped his fists and bowed, and said in a quick and respectful tone, "This... senior! Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! There is no deep hatred between this junior and this girl, it's just a misunderstanding!"
The man in gray robe did not respond or even look at him.
His gaze crossed Wang Mang and landed on Shen Hongyuan who fell to the ground. There was no trace of ripples in his indifferent eyes.
Wang Mang was shocked and confused, and was about to say something more to beg for mercy.
"Whoops!"
The figure of the man in gray robe suddenly disappeared from the spot!
Before Wang Mang's pupils had time to shrink, there were four continuous muffled sounds in his ears, like a watermelon being cracked violently, clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
The sound of blood splattering was extremely harsh. Wang Mang turned his neck stiffly and slowly turned his head--
Behind him, four Azurefall Sect monks fell to the ground in a mess.
The head was separated from the neck and fell among the gravel. The eyes were wide open, full of unbelievable horror.
Blood spurted out of the cavity like a spring, staining the gravel ground red, and a strong fishy smell instantly filled the air, making it nauseating.
But the gray-robed figure actually stood back on the spot, still holding the knife with one hand, and there was no trace of blood on his robe.
It was as if the action of killing four people just now was just a speck of dust on his shoulders.
Quiet!
Deathly silence!
Wang Mang's mind went blank, the hairs all over his body stood up, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
He looked at the four corpses on the ground, and then at the indifferent gray-robed man in front of him. An extreme fear poured through his body like ice water, instantly breaking down all his psychological defenses.
"Plop!"
Wang Mang His legs softened and he fell to his knees straight on the ground. His knees hit the gravel and he felt severe pain, but it was far less than the fear in his heart.
He hit his forehead heavily on the ground, making a "bang bang" sound, and the skin was broken after a few hits. Blood flowed down his forehead, mixed with sweat and dust, making him miserable.
"Senior... Senior, please spare my life!" His voice was high-pitched and hoarse, with a crying tone, almost out of tune, "I have no eyesight, I didn't know that my senior was here, please spare my life! I am willing to work hard to repay my kindness of not killing you! Please!"
The man in gray robe was none other than Zhou Qi. He glanced at Wang Mang, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. His expression was calm, as if he was looking at an ant.
Immediately, he turned around and walked quickly towards Shen Hongyuan, who fell to the ground.
He took out a crystal-white elixir from his arms and handed it to Shen Hongyuan's right hand, which could only move.
Shen Hongyuan was breathing heavily, and the wound on his chest felt like tearing pain as he breathed. His eyes went black, and his eyes showed an unconcealable weakness.
The elixir melts in your mouth, and a warm and mellow Spiritual Power spreads instantly.
Wherever he passed, the meridians that were originally dry and tingling suddenly felt warm, and the damaged internal organs were gently wrapped by this Spiritual Power.
The bleeding speed of the hideous wound on the chest also suddenly slowed down, and it was no longer the gurgling gush it had been before.
Her tense body slowly relaxed, her heavy eyelids were no longer as heavy as before, and her eyes regained some clarity, but her face was still as pale as paper.
Shen Hongyuan took a deep breath, and the severe pain in his chest was relieved by most of it. Although he was still unable to get up, he could barely stabilize his mind.
She raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Qi squatting in front of her with complicated eyes.
She was grateful to have survived the disaster, she was grateful for the life-saving grace, and she also had a vulnerability that she did not want to expose easily. In the desperate situation where she was on the verge of death just now, no matter how stubborn she was, she still felt a trace of despair.
But this vulnerability was fleeting, and was quickly suppressed by her eyes, leaving only a sense of calm.
"Many... thank you..." Shen Hongyuan opened his mouth.
Zhou Qi shook his head and ignored the strange look in Shen Hongyuan's eyes. He stood up straight and looked at her calmly. A faint voice sounded:
"Is this person going to kill?"
Wang Mang's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Staring at Shen Hongyuan, his forehead kept hitting the ground, making a "bang bang" sound, and the blood stained the gravel under him red, and he kept begging:
"Girl, have mercy on me! Girl, have mercy on me! I am a villain who cannot see the mountains. I beg you, sir, to let me live! I don't dare to do it anymore!"
Shen Hongyuan looked at Wang Mang's humble begging for mercy, and remembered the desperate situation in which he almost died just now, a trace of extreme hatred flashed in his eyes.
Her chest heaved violently, and she uttered one word suddenly, her voice hoarse but with firm determination:
"Kill!"
The moment the words fell.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light flashed away, faster than the limit of the naked eye.
Wang Mang didn't even see clearly when Zhou Qi drew the knife. He only felt a chill on his neck, and then the world was spinning.
The last thing he saw was his body falling softly to the ground, and Zhou Qi had already put the knife into its sheath, his movements clean and neat, without any redundancy.
The head fell heavily to the gravel ground and rolled several feet away. There was still a deep look of fear in his eyes.