I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

When He Lian'er heard this, she was so angry that she trembled all over, as if an invisible flame was burning in her chest, almost setting her on fire.

Her eyes turned red instantly as she glared at the innocent-looking person opposite her. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

She quickened the movements of her hands, as if she wanted to capture and suppress all the invisible powder in the air.

But no matter how hard she tried, the powder seemed to have its own will and drifted away leisurely. After half a day, her efforts were in vain.

Her breathing began to become rapid and her chest rose and fell, and she was obviously very angry.

Not long after, she felt a strange itching sensation on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her skin.

She couldn't help but look down, and saw that the originally fair skin on the back of her hand began to turn red, like clouds dyed red by the setting sun.

What's even more terrifying is that some places have grown densely packed small blisters, which are crystal clear yet shocking, as if they are a direct reflection of her anger and helplessness.

"You bitch, you actually used such vicious means on me!"

He Lian'er almost screamed out these words, her voice filled with anger and unwillingness, "Give me the antidote quickly! Otherwise, I will never let you go!"

There was a gleam of determination in her eyes, as if she was ready to fight to the death.

"Hey, don't be so fierce. Look at you. The more excited you are, the faster your blood will flow. Then the poison in your body will spread faster like wildfire. In the end, you will be the only one to suffer."

He Ronger said with a smug look on his face, a playful smile on his lips, as if he was watching a wonderful show.

"Besides, my poison is not just an ordinary itching. It is the result of my careful research and development for many years. If the antidote cannot be found within ten hours, then the skin on your face and hands will slowly fester, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, withering one by one. Then, the flesh will be separated from the bones. That kind of pain, tut tut, even I can't bear to watch it."

He Ronger's voice was charming with a hint of shyness, but the words she spoke were as cold as ice, chilling people's hearts.

Her bright eyes gleamed cunningly, like a cat playing with its prey, enjoying the fear and despair of others.

Her tone was light and cheerful, but every word was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into He Lian'er's heart.

"You vicious woman!"

An indescribable fear suddenly rose in He Lian'er's heart. She widened her eyes and glared at He Rong'er, cursing as if she wanted to burn the other person to ashes.

Her voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, but more of it was fear of the unknown and helplessness about her own fate.

"Oh, is this the evil woman? Why do I feel that compared to you, my little tricks are nothing but a drop in the ocean."

He Ronger looked at He Lianer scratching her cheeks non-stop, her hands twisted in pain, and her heart couldn't help but beam with joy.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was appreciating a carefully planned drama, and He Lian'er was her most satisfying "actor".

"When it comes to cruelty and heartlessness, you rank second in the entire spiritual world. No one dares to rank first." He Ronger continued, her voice full of sarcasm and provocation, as if she was deliberately provoking He Lianer and making her struggle in pain and anger.

"But don't worry, I won't let you die right away. That would be too easy for you."

In her previous life, He Lian'er had humiliated her in more ways than this. Not only did she falsely accuse her of stealing, she also searched her body in front of many disciples, causing her to lose face in the Qixuan Sect.

Later, after her father and mother were completely disappointed in her, she became even more aggressive. She locked herself in a secret room, humiliated and tortured herself, and threatened Yu Lu's life to force herself not to say anything.

At that time, I lived in hell every day.

This is also the reason why she was later burned to death in the lava cave without struggling.

If she hadn't seen Yu Lu's tragic death after her death, she really wanted to die in such a cowardly way.

But He Lian'er should never, ever attack the person she cares about the most.

In this life, Yu Lu is still alive, but she doesn't dare to gamble. If she doesn't resist, will Yu Lu be implicated again?

It was the first time that He Lianer saw the usually cowardly He Ronger so terrifying. She stepped back in fear: "No, don't come over! If my face is destroyed, you won't have a good life either!"

"Really? How are you going to make my life miserable? Whip me? Soak me in salt water? And let millions of ants gnaw on me?"

He Lian'er shuddered all over and fear flashed in her eyes.

These were the methods she used to torture low-level spirit beasts when she was in the Qixuan Sect. How could He Ronger know them?

"I think you haven't enjoyed that kind of feeling yet, do you want to try it?"

A wicked smile appeared on He Ronger's lips, and a whip suddenly appeared in his hand.

"No, you can't do this to me. I'm your sister. If the world knew that you treated your family like this, how do you think they would look at you?"

"Are you worthy of being my biological sister? Ten years ago, when you let my blood flow, why didn't you think of us as sisters? It was your cruelty that killed my eldest brother. Now that ten years have passed, don't you feel guilty at all?"

While He Ronger was speaking, the small whip in her hand had already swung in a graceful arc in the air, and the crisp sound of "pa pa" was endless.

He Lian'er shrank back: "No..."

Extreme fear aroused her fighting spirit. She suddenly sat up from the ground, grabbed her hands at her sides, and threw two cold spiritual energy balls towards He Ronger.

He Rong'er was not in a panic. He raised his hand and swung the whip, and the two spiritual power balls were shattered. The cold ice chips scattered all over the ground and soon melted into water.

"How could this happen?" He Lian'er looked at her hands in disbelief. Her current cultivation level shouldn't be so fragile.

He Ronger chuckled: "Why do you think I didn't tie you up? My poison is not as simple as just corroding the skin."

At this moment He Lian'er panicked.

But she still held a glimmer of hope in her heart.

She put her hands behind her back, and where He Ronger couldn't see, she quietly circulated the demonic energy in her body, and when He Ronger swung the whip again, she pushed forward fiercely.

"Bang——" With a loud noise, a black gas blocked He Ronger's whip.

He Ronger was caught off guard and was bounced back by the huge force, taking several steps back.

"You...you actually became a demon cultivator?"