Journey to the Mysterious Sea

At the same time, Zi Zhuque used all her strength to tightly grasp Jin Xiaofeng, who had already fallen into a coma. Her figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing all the way north at an astonishing speed. Her firm eyes were fixed straight ahead. Her goal was extremely clear, which was the distant Red Dragon Empire. Along the way, she could only hear the whistling sounds that kept echoing in her ears, as if it was the whistling of the wind, or the urging of time. Zi Zhuque subconsciously looked back when she heard the sound, and saw several figures standing steadily on the flying swords, and their speed was as fast as the lightning that broke through the night sky, rushing forward rapidly. These people all held sharp swords, and the swords flashed with cold light, which was so cold that it seemed to freeze people's souls. The gems on the hilts reflected a strange light in the sun, and the light carried a mysterious and dangerous aura. Obviously, this was a group of practitioners who were good at practicing swords. Their clothes rustled in the wind, and the sound was like the roar of war drums, stirring people's hearts. Their eyes revealed a cruel aura, a desire for killing and a persistence for victory.

Seeing this, Zi Zhuque stopped without hesitation. Her feet stood firmly in place as if they were rooted in the ground, not moving at all. Then, she fearlessly drew out the sharp dagger at her waist. The dagger flashed a dazzling light under the sunlight. Her eyes were as cold as frost, and she faced the practitioners who were rushing towards her like a tide without any emotion. She could clearly feel the powerful aura emanating from these practitioners. The aura was like a substance, weighing heavily on her body, making her a little breathless. However, Zi Zhuque did not retreat at all. Her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness.

The practitioners shouted excitedly: "As long as we can kill this woman in front of us, we can get the friendship of Emperor Lin Ling! By then, we will have everything, including wealth, honor, and secrets of martial arts!" Their voices were full of greed and fanaticism, an extreme desire for power and wealth. Their eyes were shining with excitement, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, and saw themselves standing at the pinnacle of glory, enjoying the admiration and envy of everyone. Their hearts were full of fantasy, as if all this had become a reality. However, they did not realize that they were about to face a terrible disaster.

Zi Zhuque just clenched the dagger in her hand indifferently. The gemstone inlaid on the handle of the dagger flashed with a strange light, as if telling an unknown story. She said in a cold tone: "You don't have this chance. The most wrong thing you have done in your life is to dream of killing me." After that, she swung the knife in her hand forward suddenly, and a blood-red light bloomed instantly. The light was like a burning flame, hot and violent. It was like a surging sea of ​​blood, with endless murderous intent and majesty, as if it was going to swallow up everything in the world. The light streaked across the sky like a meteor, burning and distorting the surrounding air, as if the whole world was trembling under this powerful force.

This blood light passed through these practitioners on flying swords at an astonishing speed. Wherever it passed, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound, which sounded like the wailing of evil spirits in hell, or the painful groaning of souls. Then, an extremely powerful sword energy burst out. The sword energy was like substance, carrying the power to destroy everything, as if it was the anger of nature and the majesty of heaven and earth. The bodies of the practitioners were torn apart in an instant and cut into countless pieces of meat with smooth cut surfaces. The meat slices were as thin as cicada wings, and they shone with a strange luster in the sun, as if they were works of art of death, which made people shudder.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the blood was like a red waterfall, falling on the ground, dyeing the earth bright red. The red was so bright and dazzling, as if the wound of the earth was bleeding. For a moment, corpses were everywhere, bones were piled up, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell, as if this place had become a purgatory on earth. Those broken limbs and broken internal organs were scattered all over the ground, making people unable to bear to look directly. The scene was so horrible and tragic, as if it was the end of the world.

Zi Zhuque retracted her gaze, still filled with indifference and disdain. Her gaze was like a sharp sword that could pierce through a person's soul. She curled her lips and said contemptuously, "A bunch of guys who have never seen the world in the wilderness, are still dreaming of dealing with me? Dreaming of killing me to collect the bounty? A bunch of people who don't even know what their status is." Her voice was icy and piercing, as if it could freeze the air around them, making people feel a chill deep into their bones.

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to the bloody scene and continued to run forward with Jin Xiaofeng. Her figure looked lonely and determined in the afterglow of the setting sun, and her firm steps seemed to tell the world that no one could stop her from moving forward. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, outlining a golden outline, making her look like a god of war, invincible and inviolable.

On the hillside in the distance, Wang Xunhai was hiding behind a huge rock. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly. The trembling was so violent that it seemed as if his body had lost control. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the dry land. It disappeared in an instant, as if it was swallowed by the land. He had just witnessed this thrilling battle with his own eyes, and his heart was filled with fear and relief. His heart was beating violently in his chest, and the beating was so rapid that it seemed to jump out of his chest. He secretly thanked himself for not acting rashly, otherwise, facing such a terrifying Shura God of Death, he would probably die miserably.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and the shudder was so strong that it seemed to freeze his body. His teeth chattered involuntarily, and the sound was particularly clear on the silent hillside. He was more determined not to easily provoke Zi Suzaku. He knew that this woman was so powerful and terrifying that he couldn't imagine it. Provoking her was tantamount to seeking death. He decided that from now on, he would stay away from this terrible woman and never get involved in such disputes again. He looked at Zi Suzaku's back as she walked away, his heart filled with awe and fear. In his eyes, that back was like an insurmountable gap, a nightmare that could never be overcome.