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

The corners of He Lian'er's mouth slowly formed a smile that was both wicked and cold, and that smile was mixed with a kind of pride and mockery that was difficult to conceal, as if everything was under her control.

"Now, do you finally feel the taste of fear?"

Her voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting He Ronger's already tense nerves.

"Even if my spiritual power is limited right now, what can you do to me? The situation has already been reversed."

She stood up gracefully, her movements revealing a calmness and confidence that could not be ignored.

As she moved, a small porcelain bottle quietly appeared in her palm. She opened the bottle cap without hesitation and put a detoxifying pill with a faint glow into her mouth. Her movements were smooth and decisive.

The pill melted in her mouth, and a warm current quickly spread throughout her body, dispelling the remaining toxins and restoring some of her strength.

Turning his gaze to He Ronger again, He Lianer's eyes flashed with determination and ruthlessness.

"The game officially begins now." Her words were like ice, making people shudder.

Then, she waved her hand lightly, and some power seemed to surge in the air, and an extremely delicate whip appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The whip was blood red all over, like flowing blood, emitting a faint light. There seemed to be subtle runes flowing on the whip, revealing its extraordinary origin.

It is not only a weapon, but also a rare spiritual weapon that contains terrifying power.

He Lian'er flicked her wrist lightly, and the whip drew a graceful arc in the air, accompanied by a crisp and sharp sound of breaking through the air. The sound pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, shaking the air around it. Even the birds in the distant woods were startled by the sudden sound and fled in all directions.

"This whip was obtained by my father by chance. It is called the 'Soul-devouring Blood Whip'. Once you are hit by it, not only will your body suffer severe pain, but your soul will also suffer endless torture." There was a hint of pleasure in He Lian'er's voice, as if she had foreseen the tragic situation that He Rong'er was about to face.

She approached slowly, each step exuding irresistible majesty. The soul-devouring blood whip in her hand was like a poisonous snake ready to strike, ready to deliver the most fatal blow at any time.

He Ronger's face was tense and her lips were pursed into a straight line, revealing her inner determination and indomitable spirit.

Her eyes flickered like cold stars, and were fixed fearlessly on He Lian'er's face, which was twisted with anger and looked extremely hideous.

However, in the tense atmosphere of this confrontation, He Ronger's heart was unusually calm, without the slightest trace of fear.

She knew very well that this area was not defenseless. Uncle Zou had already deployed numerous protective measures to ensure the safety of herself and Sect Master Yuan.

This trust was like an invisible barrier, allowing her to remain calm and composed when facing a crisis. She believed that it wouldn't take long for Master Zou to sense the abnormality here and rush to rescue her in time.

But He Ronger has never been a woman who only relies on others for protection.

In the moment when He Lian'er was unaware, one of her hands quietly reached into her arms, slowly pulled out a stack of exquisite talisman papers, held it tightly in her palm, and hid it behind her back.

For her, this stack of talisman paper is not just a simple prop, but also a symbol of her identity as a rune master and the result of her countless practice and learning.

You know, for her who values ​​her life like gold and is also proficient in runes, the talismans she carries with her are definitely not just a few.

Thousands of various life-saving talismans are the basis for her to travel the world and face unknown challenges.

These talismans can spark flames and burn everything, or cause storms and sweep away powerful enemies. There are also magical talismans that can conceal the body and escape into the void. Each one contains endless mystery and power.

Her eyes met He Lian'er's again, with unyielding and resoluteness flashing in her eyes, as if silently declaring: It is still unknown who will win this contest.

He Lian'er originally thought that she could catch a glimpse of fear or panic on He Rong'er's face, but what she was greeted with was the other party's calm and composed expression, which made her heart tighten, and alarm bells instantly buzzed in her mind.

She asked in disbelief: "He Rong'er, why aren't you afraid? You should know that I will never let you go easily today."

"Afraid?" He Ronger smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, and asked calmly and firmly, "Why should I be afraid? Can your anger alone make me feel afraid?"

Before she finished her words, He Ronger moved slightly. Before He Lian'er could fully react, she had quickly pulled out a random piece of talisman paper from her tightly grasped hand. With a slight flick of her wrist, the talisman turned into a stream of light and went straight towards He Lian'er.

"Wow——" With a crisp sound, the air seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand, and then a torrent of water emerged out of nowhere, as unstoppable as a mountain torrent, and poured directly onto He Lian'er's body.

The icy cold water instantly soaked her clothes, drenching her from head to toe. She looked both embarrassed and funny.

The sudden change made He Lian'er completely confused. She stood there in a daze, raised her hand to wipe the water droplets off her face, her eyes burning with anger, almost spitting fire.

She growled through gnashing teeth: "He Ronger, how dare you do this to me! I will make you pay the price and leave you dead without a burial place!" Her voice was filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

Facing He Lian'er's fierce attack, He Rong'er not only did not retreat at all, but appeared to be even calmer and more resolute.

She did not move, but raised her hand gracefully again, flicked her fingertips, and two talismans shot out as if they were given life.

"Zizi-"

"Zizzi-"

As the spell was activated, the air was suddenly filled with the scent of fluctuating energy.

Two dazzling blue-purple lightning forces condensed out of thin air from the left and right sides. They seemed to have intelligence and spread rapidly and accurately along the water stains on He Lian'er's body that had not yet dried.

He Lian'er only felt an indescribable feeling of numbness instantly sweeping over her whole body. She screamed and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The blue-purple electric currents moved freely throughout her body, making a sharp sizzling sound. Her clothes and hair quickly gave off puffs of black smoke under the ravages of the electric currents. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt barbecue, which was chilling.

"You...how dare you..." He Lian'er endured the severe pain, glared at He Rong'er with gritted teeth, her eyes full of disbelief and anger.

She had never thought that one day she would be forced into such a desperate situation by an opponent whom she once regarded as a weakling.