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

Because He Lian'er's movements were as fast as lightning, Yan Mei only felt a flash before her eyes. When the half-bloody hand fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust, she suddenly realized that it was a part of her body.

Instantly, an unprecedented pain surged like a tide, penetrating every inch of her nerves, causing her to curl up involuntarily and cry out in pain: "My hand! You...you are so cruel!"

Yan Mei's face was twisted in pain, her voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, sounding particularly mournful.

The air around them seemed to freeze. The other people witnessed this shocking scene, anger and astonishment intertwined on their faces, their eyes were bloodshot and burning with rage.

They all roared in unison, drew out the long swords at their waists or summoned their magic weapons, and pounced on He Lian'er like enraged beasts, swearing to seek justice for her.

However, what they had not expected was that although He Lian'er seemed isolated and helpless, she actually had a hidden secret.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she waved her hands lightly. Hundreds of talismans with faint spiritual light instantly appeared in her palms. These talismans were all from He Tianhong, and they contained spiritual power and power that should not be underestimated.

As He Lian'er flicked her fingers, the talismans turned into streams of light and scattered in all directions like elves endowed with life. Some turned into blazing flames, some turned into biting ice, and some turned into flashes of lightning. The explosions came one after another, deafening.

The entire space seemed to be torn apart by these sudden spiritual power storms, with dust flying and smoke filling the air.

Even though the Lingyun Sect disciples were numerous, they still seemed vulnerable under such intensive attacks of spiritual talismans.

Before their attacks got close, they were blocked by the power released by the talisman. Some were even blown away by the aftermath of the explosion, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

Although Yan Mei was far away, she was also affected by this powerful force. Her body was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell heavily to the ground, falling into a pool of blood, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

For a moment, the originally tense battlefield became silent, leaving only He Lian'er standing in the chaos with a cold and determined look in her eyes.

The moment He Lian'er stepped out of the alley, her steps did not pause for the slightest. Her gaze was like ice, sweeping across the lifeless bodies on the ground without leaving a trace of warmth.

There may have been a momentary ripple in her heart, but that emotion was quickly replaced by indifference, as if all this was just a trivial farce to her.

"With this much you're capable of, you still want to fight me? You're looking for death!" Her voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty, as if it was the final judgment on those who overestimated their own abilities.

After saying this, she didn't look at him any more, turned around resolutely, and embarked on the journey to "Linghe Hall", where the purpose of her trip was, and it was also a safe haven where she could temporarily seek peace.

At the same time, at the other end of the alley, a staggering figure was quietly approaching this area shrouded in death.

That was Li Yifeng, he was holding his stomach, his face was pale, but his eyes were flashing with anxiety and uneasiness. The pain seemed to have eased, but the uneasiness in his heart made him unable to stop.

He had already looked around the area but hadn't seen Senior Sister Yan and the others, so he set his sights on a few alleys not far away.

Li Yifeng trotted to the nearest alley entrance, and the scene before him was like a bolt of lightning.

Familiar figures were lying on the ground in all directions, blood had stained the stone road red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. With trembling hands, he walked closer step by step, and with every step he took, his heart sank a little.

"This...how is this possible?" he muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief.

He squatted down and began to examine the bodies one by one. Every time he turned over a face, it was a torment for his soul. Tears rolled in his eyes and eventually turned into silent crying. He called out the names of his brothers and sisters, his voice full of grief and despair.

At this moment, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, but the anger and unwillingness in his heart were burning like a raging fire.

"Why... why is it like this..." Li Yifeng muttered to himself, his voice full of despair and confusion. He recalled the days when he practiced and fought side by side with these brothers and sisters, and those happy laughters seemed to still echo in his ears, but in the blink of an eye, everything had vanished.

He didn't expect that he just went to the toilet, and when he came back he was separated from his fellow disciples by the Yin and Yang.

This sudden blow made Li Yifeng almost unable to bear it. Tears fell like beads with broken strings, dripping into a pool of blood and being swallowed up without a trace in an instant.

However, in addition to the grief, a strong sense of anger and unwillingness quietly rose in his heart.

Recalling the woman in green clothes and a veiled hat that I had glanced at before, her figure gradually became clear in my mind. Her mysterious dress, her leisurely steps, and her eyes that seemed to see through everything...all these signs indicated that she was most likely the mastermind behind this tragedy.

"She must have killed my senior brothers and sisters!" Li Yifeng gritted his teeth, the flame of revenge surging in his heart.

His eyes flashed, and he put the bodies of several senior brothers and sisters into a storage bag. He turned around and walked out of the alley with heavy steps.

Li Yifeng knew very well that his cultivation was still shallow, and compared with the mysterious woman in the veiled hat, it was like hitting a rock with an egg. Therefore, he did not act impulsively, but chose a more cautious path - hiding at the ancient and solemn door of "Danhe Hall", like a silent sculpture, waiting patiently.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, lengthening his lonely shadow, but also reflecting the determination and indomitable spirit in his heart.

Time seemed to stand still until half an hour passed quietly, and finally a slight noise was heard from the medicine shop.

Then, the woman in plain clothes and a veiled hat walked out slowly, and each step she took seemed so calm and unhurried.

She walked down the bluestone steps, step by step. Every step she took weighed on Li Yifeng's tense nerves, making his heart beat faster involuntarily.

Li Yifeng's clenched fists trembled slightly due to the force, and flames of hatred flashed in his eyes.

The scenes of the tragic deaths of his senior brothers and sisters lingered in his mind like a nightmare. The blood-stained battlefield and desperate cries all reminded him of the urgency of revenge.

However, reason was like an icy chain that tightly bound his emotions that were about to get out of control, forcing him to forcibly suppress the impulse in his heart.

At this moment, a sudden strong wind blew up, as if it was God's will, and it just happened to roll up a corner of He Lian'er's veil, just like lifting a veil, revealing her beautiful face hidden in the dark.

It was a face that was unforgettable at first sight, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a refined temperament. Even a brief glance was enough to give Li Yifeng a strong shock.

In just a moment, Li Yifeng recognized her identity and almost blurted out: "It's her!"