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With a clang, the sound of weapons clashing rang out.
Yan Rumei smiled charmingly, “Not bad! You actually managed to block my full-force attack.”
“Hmph, is that your full-force strike? Haha, it’s really not that impressive!” Han Rubing glanced at her sister, who was pursing her lips tightly, her face growing colder, and spoke disdainfully to Yan Rumei.
“Is that so? Then let’s see if you can handle this move?” Yan Rumei said, changing her stance and spinning her body.
Her long whip and cicada-wing sword were once again filled with inner strength, attacking directly towards the Han Rubing sisters.
Seeing Yan Rumei attack again, the Han Rubing sisters immediately focused their spirits, channeling their true energy into their long swords, and then charged forward to meet the whip and sword.
Just as the two sides were about to clash, Yan Rumei suddenly raised her right hand, releasing the long whip.
In her now free right hand, a few hair-thin needles appeared out of nowhere, shooting rapidly towards the Han Rubing sisters.
The sisters, seemingly unprepared for Yan Rumei’s move, were hit and fell to the ground.
“Despicable!” Han Rushuang pulled out the needle embedded in her right shoulder, glaring coldly and resentfully at Yan Rumei.
“Giggle, I’m from the Demon Sect.
Are you complimenting me?” Yan Rumei laughed as she watched the Han Rubing sisters slowly stand up.
She then took a few steps towards Han Rubing, picked up the soft whip she had just thrown away, and wrapped it around her waist with elegant, slow, and extremely seductive movements.
She wasn’t worried about the Han Rubing sisters suddenly attacking, because the needles she had shot were coated with their Shura Hall’s unique poison.
It was already impressive that the sisters could stand; Yan Rumei didn’t believe they had any strength left to counterattack.
After putting away her weapon, Yan Rumei quickly walked over to the Han Rubing sisters and sealed the acupoints of Nangong Yunhan, who was detoxifying them.
Only then did she look over at Ye Wushuang and Ling Yuer.
At this moment, Ling Yuer had already taken several kicks from Ye Wushuang but still refused to give up on snatching Meng Xiaoyu from Ye Wushuang’s arms. Watching Ling Yuer get kicked to the ground again, Yan Rumei couldn’t help but click her tongue, “Even after being hurt like that, you still won’t give up? You’re really infatuated!” It’s known that Ye Wushuang’s skills are much stronger than Yan Rumei’s.
The previous Shura Hall master, Ye Wushuang’s mother, had passed on nearly fifty years of her power to Ye Wushuang the day before she retired.
Although Ye Wushuang was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, her power, which exceeded sixty years, was not to be underestimated.
Even though Ye Wushuang hadn’t fully mastered all that power yet, she was still much stronger than Ling Yuer, who was from the Light Skill stream.
Holding Meng Xiaoyu, Ye Wushuang looked at Ling Yuer, who was standing in front of her with blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes grew colder.
“Move aside.” This person really didn’t know what was good for her.
Ye Wushuang had spared her life several times, yet she still stubbornly blocked her way.
“Give me back my wife, and I’ll move,” Ling Yuer said with a smile, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, seemingly unconcerned.
“You want to die? I’ll grant your wish.” Ye Wushuang was very angry at Ling Yuer’s provocation.
She moved her right foot slightly, ready to kick Ling Yuer again.
Ling Yuer, seeing Ye Wushuang’s movement, prepared to dodge.
But just as Ye Wushuang, with a strange speed, blocked Ling Yuer’s escape route and was about to kick her left temple, she suddenly stopped, looking down in surprise at the person in her arms.
Meng Xiaoyu’s mind was in chaos.
She had just woken up to find herself being held by someone, and that person was about to kick Ling Yuer’s head.
Without thinking, Meng Xiaoyu instinctively reacted, channeling energy into her palm and striking the person holding her in the chest.
Then she saw the person holding her look down at her in disbelief.
Moving her body, Meng Xiaoyu struggled to jump out of the person’s arms. She quickly walked over to Ling Yuer, looking at her with concern, “Yuer, why are you hurt?” Ling Yuer thought she was going to die, but the sudden turn of events left her a bit dazed.
Tilting her head to look at Meng Xiaoyu, who was full of concern, Ling Yuer said blankly, “Uh, I’m fine.” Then she seemed to remember something and pulled Meng Xiaoyu, asking, “Wife, are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine! Why are you asking like that?” Meng Xiaoyu was puzzled by Ling Yuer’s question.
Clearly, Ling Yuer was the one bleeding, so why was she asking if Meng Xiaoyu was okay? As Meng Xiaoyu was wondering, she inadvertently turned her head and exclaimed, “Ah! Rubing sister, Rushuang sister, why are you bleeding too?” Meng Xiaoyu quickly rushed to the Han Rubing sisters’ side, supporting them as they stood unsteadily, her eyes full of concern.
Then she noticed Nangong Yunhan, who was squatting in a strange position nearby, and quickly asked, “Yunhan sister, what’s wrong with you?”
“Giggle, I sealed her acupoints! And those two were poisoned by my ‘Bone-Crushing Powder’!” Yan Rumei said with a smile, seeing the confusion on Meng Xiaoyu’s face.
“Who are you? Why did you hurt Rubing sister and the others?” Hearing Yan Rumei’s words, Meng Xiaoyu finally remembered there were other people here, and her brows furrowed with seriousness.
They were the ones who hurt Rubing sister, Rushuang sister, and Ling Yuer.
“Giggle, little one, don’t you recognize me?” Seeing the wary expression on Meng Xiaoyu’s cute face, Yan Rumei immediately laughed charmingly.
Seeing Yan Rumei’s seductive smile, Meng Xiaoyu blurted out, “Ah! You’re the fox spirit madam from the Dance Spring Pavilion!” After saying that, Meng Xiaoyu ignored the darkening face and continued, “Why are you here? And why did you hurt Rubing sister and the others?”
“Xiaoyu,” Ye Wushuang called out discontentedly, seeing Meng Xiaoyu only talking to Yan Rumei.
Her chest was faintly aching from the strike Meng Xiaoyu had just given her.
Fortunately, Meng Xiaoyu hadn’t used much force, or it would have been life-threatening.
“Who are you?” Meng Xiaoyu asked curiously, looking at the beautiful woman in white before her.
Did this person know her?
“Xiaoyu, don’t you remember me? I’m Ye! How can you not remember me?” Clearly, Meng Xiaoyu’s “Who are you?” was a heavy blow to Ye Wushuang, more severe than the palm strike she had just received.
Ye Wushuang looked at Meng Xiaoyu with a face full of hurt, like a wife watching her beloved husband cheat right in front of her, full of grievance and pain.
“Uh, big sister, who are you? I don’t owe you money, right? Please don’t look at me like that, I can’t take it!” Meng Xiaoyu quickly said, feeling creeped out by Ye Wushuang’s gaze.
“Giggle, you don’t owe her money, but you owe her affection! Have you forgotten what happened at the Dance Spring Pavilion?” Yan Rumei couldn’t help but tease Meng Xiaoyu, seeing her cute expression.
Hearing Yan Rumei’s words, Meng Xiaoyu thought for a moment, then pointed at Ye Wushuang in sudden realization, “Oh! I remember now, you’re the one who mistook me for someone else!” Then Meng Xiaoyu sighed helplessly, “I’ve told you so many times, I’m not your Xiaoyu, you’ve got the wrong person, why don’t you believe me?” But before Meng Xiaoyu could continue, a violent coughing sound reached her ears, and she saw the Han Rubing sisters spit out more blood, this time black.
Then they collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been shattered, and Meng Xiaoyu couldn’t hold them up.
“Rushuang sister, Rubing sister, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Meng Xiaoyu’s voice trembled with a hint of tears at the sudden situation.
At this moment, Yan Rumei, standing not far away, laughed seductively, “Is it acting up? It’s impressive they held on this long!”
“What poison did you give Rubing sister and Rushuang sister? Where’s the antidote?” Hearing Yan Rumei’s words, Meng Xiaoyu rushed to her, grabbing her collar and shouting, though her voice was loud, it carried no threat, only a hint of tears.
“Xiaoyu, come here,” Nangong Yunhan, who had been freed from the immobilization by Ling Yuer, quickly rushed to the Han Rubing sisters’ side.
After checking their pulses, she urgently called to Meng Xiaoyu.
Upon hearing Nangong Yunhan, Meng Xiaoyu immediately released Yan Rumei’s collar and quickly moved to Nangong Yunhan’s side, asking anxiously, “Yunhan sister, how are Rubing sister and Rushuang sister?”
However, Nangong Yunhan didn’t answer Meng Xiaoyu’s question.
Instead, she quickly pulled out a small dagger from her waist, grabbed Meng Xiaoyu’s wrist, and made a cut.
Then she held Han Rubing’s jaw, forcing her mouth open, and fed her Meng Xiaoyu’s blood.
She repeated the process with Han Rushuang.
After finishing, Nangong Yunhan let go of Meng Xiaoyu’s still bleeding wrist, swiftly took out a needle pack from her bosom, and without looking, pulled out three of the longest silver needles, inserting them into the top of Han Rubing and Han Rushuang’s heads and half an inch below their temples.
