My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 50

The moment Kun Wu appeared, rivers of blood flowed for ten thousand miles.

Xu Mo was the foremost figure in the way of the sword in the current age, her power was monstrous. Even though her mental state had regressed and her strength was not what it once was, a single swing of her sword could still wipe out their entire sect.

But she deliberately did not.

She used the technique of “slow knife cutting meat,” killing them one by one, slowly.

A single step, a single kill.

She killed until the disciples were terrified, trembling in the rain of blood. They wanted to run, but there was no escaping.

Fresh blood mixed with rainwater flowed down the stone steps, leaving shallow red trickles in the crevices of the steps, serving as the only trace that they had lived.

She stood before Yao Qi, her cyan robe speckled with numerous drops of blood, though none originated from her.

Yao Qi retreated step by step, the short staff in her hand whipping out a purple long whip, which was wrapped in a layer of lightning.

She said, “How dare you do this? Aren’t you afraid of the Seven Great Immortal Clans besieging your Double Dragon Valley?”

Xu Mo raised an eyebrow. “From now on, the Seven Great Immortal Clans will only be six.”

“However,” her tone was full of disdain, “I’d also like to see what right the remaining six Great Immortal Clans have to provoke my Double Dragon Valley.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Kun Wu was already drawn from its sheath.

The lightning-purple whip lashed out, coiling around the Kun Wu sword, preventing it from striking.

Xu Mo grasped the sword, exerted force and yanked it toward herself, directly snatching the lightning-purple whip from Yao Qi’s hand and severing it in one clean strike.

Yao Qi frantically fled toward the Soaring Star Pavilion, but Xu Mo intercepted her. “Rest in peace.”

The sword passed the throat.

Yao Qi collapsed straight into the blood, the resulting splash wetting the hem of Xu Mo’s skirt, soaking the cyan into an ink-like black.

Thunder rumbled, and within the rolling thunder, a little girl’s whimpering could be heard.

Xu Mo held her umbrella and turned her head to look at the precarious door of the Soaring Star Pavilion. The door shielded half of the little girl’s body.

Xu Mo looked up at the inky clouds, as if she saw moonlight penetrating through them—yet it was cold and hurtful.

She walked slowly down the steps, then paused abruptly. “If you have the guts, come and kill me.”

The inky cloud layer emitted a faint, purplish, ethereal glow, a shallow layer, unlike today.

Li Shuangjiang retracted her gaze. “It’s your turn to rest in peace, Lin Yumo.”

Lin Yumo drew the Drunken Immortal Sword, blocking the onslaught of Li Shuangjiang’s twelve flying swords.

Two daggers flew towards her. One wrapped around her Drunken Immortal Sword, and the other wrapped around her arm, binding her suspended in mid-air.

It was Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan.

On the purple-red array, the Immortal Clan disciples were having their magical energy drained, turning them into puppets.

They fell to the ground and, like walking corpses, lunged towards Lin Yumo, like starving stray dogs that hadn’t eaten for a long time.

Lin Yumo forcefully brought her two wrists together in front of her. Veins bulged on her forehead, spreading down her neck and into her clothes.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Jiang Lanshan changed the trajectory of the dagger chained with an iron link, aiming for Lin Yumo’s neck.

Lin Yumo flipped upside down in the air, gripping the sword with ten-tenths of her strength, and forcefully snapped Ban Xiao’s iron chain.

With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the dagger at Ban Xiao.

Ban Xiao put up a protective shield in front of herself. In the blink of an eye, the shield shattered. The dagger forcefully stabbed into her own palm.

Lin Yumo looked at the frenzied people lunging at her and finally realized, “They have become Hollow-Hearted People? You are in league with the Demon Race!”

“So what,” Li Shuangjiang manipulated twenty-four flying swords, and as her hand dropped, the twenty-four flying swords shot straight at Lin Yumo. “Knowing this before you die should truly let you rest in peace.”

Lin Yumo brandished the Drunken Immortal Sword, blocking her twenty-four swords. Before she could catch her breath, she had to face the disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Clans, who had turned into Hollow-Hearted People.

Every single one of them was a Heavenly Talent of these seven great clans, and Lin Yumo was all alone.

“Heavenly Pillar—” Lin Yumo softly chanted.

The falling purple crystal suddenly turned white. A single snowflake landed on the Drunken Immortal Sword. Instantly, the world became a vast expanse of white. Hundreds of thorns erupted from the ground, wrapping around those disciples and piercing through their hearts.

Lin Yumo spat out a mouthful of blood, half-kneeling on the ground, supporting herself with her sword.

In that single moment of vulnerability, Li Shuangjiang seized the opportunity. Coordinating with Jiang Lanshan, they aimed the flying swords and daggers at Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo evaded with a backflip but was restricted by the daggers’ placement, and was forcefully pierced through the abdomen by two flying swords.

And those disciples pierced by the thorns, like puppets, merely tilted their heads, moved their arms, and charged at Lin Yumo once more.

The Elders of the Seven Great Immortal Clans looked at the Floating Life Mirror, all astonished.

Wei Qingyi clutched her sword hilt tightly. She looked at the Elder from the Water Cloud Heaven with undisguised murderous intent in her eyes.

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