The God of Slaughter, a Female Sword Cultivator
The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, Sang Ying gasped for breath; she could almost taste the rust.
The Evil Cultivator at the Golden Core Realm in front of her slowly collapsed, but Sang Ying's Spiritual Qi was also almost depleted.
Gu Shu inside the pendant kept screaming, "Go back! Do you really think you're made of iron? If you don't rest now, don't even think about waiting for reinforcements. You'll just die of exhaustion in this Rizhao City today!"
Gu Shu was exhausted; he felt he had worried himself sick over Sang Ying.
He had always seen that Sang Ying was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and easily moved to tears. But he never expected that after she accepted the identity of "Jimo Zanxing", she would actually take this Rizhao City as her own responsibility.
Sensing Gu Shu's anger, Sang Ying raised her hand and gently tapped him, coaxing, "Don't be angry, I'll go rest for a while."
After all, she was almost too weak to lift her sword anymore.
Sang Ying had never been as exhausted as she was today. In the past, she had even swung the heavy sword hundreds or thousands of times without using her Spiritual Power in order to practice her swordsmanship.
But I've never felt this tired before.
The Evil Cultivator surged forward like a relentless tide. Could they really hold out for three days with just these few people?
Sang Ying was also somewhat uncertain.
The steward divided the group into two teams, who took turns dealing with the attacks of the Evil Cultivator.
They had already taken turns working several shifts, but Sang Ying hadn't stopped working from beginning to end. So when she dragged her tired steps back, several female cultivators couldn't help but reach out to help her.
Seeing this, the steward quickly led them to a Sang Ying corner, and then thanked the female cultivators who had helped them profusely before seeing them off.
After a while, Sang Ying slowly regained her strength.
She looked at the steward, who seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, and asked, "What are the casualties in the manor? How many of the protective formations have been breached?"
"With your Green Vine and friends here, although some were injured, thankfully everyone survived. However, five of the protective arrays were breached, and the array plates you left behind are almost all gone." The steward couldn't help but sigh at the end.
Although he still wore a smile, it carried a bitter undertone. "Miss, I can tell your friend is capable. If possible, you should leave with him!"
The steward wasn't blind; he recognized at a glance that Cang Lian was neither one of his own guards nor a protector of the city lord's mansion.
The opponent had managed to withstand so many Evil Cultivators all by himself, so his cultivation level must be quite high. It probably wouldn't be difficult for him to break through with Sang Ying.
He knew that Sang Ying was not a true Jimo Household. Although she had also received favors from the Jimo Household, she had done enough for them.
Although he didn't want to see the Jimo Household fall, he was even more unwilling to let Sang Ying die for it in vain.
"Young Miss, you've done enough by holding out with them this long. If Madam doesn't return by tomorrow, I'll take the rest of the household out to present the treasures and try to buy you a chance to leave."
The butler paused, then forced an awkward smile, "It's just a pity that what should have been left for you, Miss, will probably not end up in your hands."
Sang Ying could tell that he was determined to die, probably intending to perish together with his opponent.
But Sang Ying waved her hand. "Things aren't over yet. Since I haven't fallen, it's not your turn to step in!"
After saying that, she stood up again and headed towards the gate of the Jimo Residence.
As the butler watched her departing figure, he momentarily thought he had encountered the head of the family, who had been missing for many days...
The small courtyard proved impenetrable, and Feng Ji's patience was wearing thin.
The Evil Cultivator he brought were far superior to the low-level Rogue Cultivator of Rizhao City, yet even so, they had been locked in a stalemate for so long without making any progress.
Upon hearing that the attack had been thwarted once again, Feng Ji was furious. He kicked away the subordinate who had come to report the news, "What kind of work are they doing? So many men and they can't even break into a mansion?!"
The messenger knelt down again, trembling. "Master, you don't know, but the Jimo Household has several powerful figures guarding the front and back gates respectively. Their eldest daughter is a formidable swordswoman who has already killed several of our Golden Core leaders!"
In the end, even the messenger was somewhat terrified, after all, anyone who saw that killing goddess-like female cultivator would be unable to help but tremble with fear.
Seeing his subordinates' timid appearance, Feng Ji became even more furious.
He scoffed and strode out, saying, "Such a formidable figure, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't go and meet him in person?"
The messenger watched Feng Ji walk away, secretly relieved but also worried for his master.
For some reason, he had a feeling that the other party probably wouldn't fare well against that female swordsman.
So, after Sang Ying dealt with another Evil Cultivator who charged at her, a golden knife engraved with dragon patterns met her sword head-on.
The two sharp weapons clashed, immediately sparks flying.
Sang Ying was caught off guard and attacked, her sword almost being knocked out of her hand.
With a sudden exertion of force, the two were instantly pushed three zhang apart, giving Sang Ying a chance to see what the other person looked like.
At this moment, Feng Ji had already removed the cloak that had been covering him completely, and the layers of fish scales on his face and neck immediately caught Sang Ying's attention.
If Cang Lian were to see this, he would surely recognize that the pattern resembles dragon scales!
"So you are Jimo Zanxing?" Feng Ji raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Sang Ying with an extremely flirtatious look.
That look made Sang Ying very uncomfortable. She tightened her grip on her sword and assumed a defensive posture.
This person is stronger than any of the Evil Cultivator she encountered before!
Seeing that Sang Ying did not answer, Feng Ji continued to talk to himself, "Why would a female cultivator practice swordsmanship? She should practice with white silk or musical instruments. Vicious weapons like swords and sabers are better left to male cultivators!"
As soon as he spoke, the Evil Cultivator around him burst into laughter, as if they could use such words to severely suppress Sang Ying.
Sang Ying had heard this kind of talk enough. She didn't answer, but instead gripped her sword again and thrust it fiercely at Feng Ji. Her sharp sword moves pressed forward relentlessly. Caught off guard, Feng Ji had a section of his hair cut off by Sang Ying, and a bloody mark appeared on his face.
The laughter around them immediately ceased, and all that could be heard was Sang Ying's slightly cold voice. "What, you can't even compare to a female cultivator who wields a sword?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ji's expression turned so grim that no one dared to look up at him.
Having learned his lesson, Feng Ji dared not be careless again. As a result, in the subsequent exchanges, Sang Ying gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Although she could still injure her opponent slightly, it was at the cost of her own serious injury.
After several rounds, Sang Ying could no longer squeeze out a trace of Spiritual Qi. Most of her hair had been retaliated against by her opponent, a wound was left on her shoulder blade, and even the tiger's mouth where she held the sword was cracked, but Feng Ji seemed to be in complete control.
After being knocked to the ground countless times, Sang Ying struggled to get up, only to find that she had no strength left.
Feng Ji approached step by step, each step seemingly aimed at Sang Ying's vitals.
Looking at Sang Ying, who was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled, Feng Ji laughed, "I knew it! This so-called goddess of death female sword cultivator is just a little girl. She's not as powerful as they say."
After saying that, he raised his foot to stomp on Sang Ying's injured right hand.