In a small town of Feng Yun Kingdom…
The sky was dark. Countless skilled masters were standing in the air. They held long swords that were all pointed at the girl standing on the ground.
The girl was in a mess, covered in blood, but her gaze was unwavering. She looked coldly at those skilled masters who surrounded her.
Her eyes were cold as she clenched the longsword in her hand tightly.
“Shen Qingluan, are you still trying to escape to this place? Remember, everyone in this town died because of you. It was an honor that our young master liked you, but you ignored him. Now you’ve dragged everyone down with you. You will be blamed for this!”
The girl named Shen Qingluan clutched her longsword tightly. Her mouth was stained by blood, and her face was pale.
Bottomless anger, as well as hatred, surged to her heart as she heard those words.
“Capture her and bring her to our young master!”
As the head of the group, the elder snorted coldly, and even the way he gazed at Shen Qingluan carried a hint of disdain.
He did not like this girl.
Shen Qingluan took a few steps back; she seemed cautious. Her hand holding the long sword trembled slightly. She looked at the dead bodies strewn everywhere and gradually closed her eyes.
She had dragged everyone down…
These people were right. She was a despairing sinner! She must avenge these people even if it would cost her life.
Suddenly, Shen Qingluan opened her eyes that were filled with a deep hatred. Steeply, she moved toward the skilled masters.
However, there were so many people on the other side. No matter how hard she tried, she could not kill everyone with her sword.
The elder smiled coldly as he saw Shen Qing Luan’s desperate look. ‘This girl should be proud to marry Young Master as a concubine. But she would rather die than obey him, and thus she has dragged everyone in the town down with her…’
The elder waved his sleeve and instantly rushed toward Shen Qingluan. His palm landed upon her chest, sending her flying backward and landing in the crowd.
She spurted a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.
The elder pointed his longsword at Shen Qingluan with a ruthless look in his eyes.
“Shen Qingluan, I’m giving you a chance. Are you willing to follow us?”
Shen Qingluan laughed coldly. The smile on her lips arched even more with a sneer.
“You have killed so many of my villagers, and you want me to follow you? Ridiculous! I would rather be buried here than submit myself to him!”
“Young Master said if you are unwilling… Only can I…”
The elder raised the longsword in his hand expressionlessly.
A cold light flashed on his longsword.
However…
The moment his longsword was about to fall, a light came from the back, seemingly like lightning, and penetrated his chest with a boom.
Blood seeped out of his chest, staining his lapel red. His pupils widened, and he fell with a thud.
The whole city fell silent.
Shen Qingluan slowly looked up until her eyes fell upon the person in the sky…
A stunning figure in a red dress stood in the sky. However, she could not see that person’s face because a mask covered it. She could not tell whether that person was a man or a woman.
