For the second time, Zhao Xinyao attacked Beiming Xue, with the intent to kill her.
However, even if she killed Beiming Xue, Zhao Xinyao did not hesitate in the slightest. After all, in the eyes of the lofty Demon Cultivators, the lives of ordinary humans are as insignificant as ants and not worth mentioning.
Not to mention this ant in front of her, who dared not show her the respect and awe she deserved after revealing her Demon Pattern.
This strike, swift as a sharp blade, was aimed at Beiming Xue's throat.
Yet this time, Beiming Xue still stood there calmly, seemingly oblivious to Zhao Xinyao's fierce attack.
But just as the strike was about to reach her, Beiming Xue raised her palm, striking towards Zhao Xinyao's attack.
Zhao Xinyao couldn't help but snort coldly, her attack grew even more ferocious. Not only did she intend to break through Beiming Xue's arrogant defense, but she also aimed to slash her throat afterward.
In Zhao Xinyao's eyes, cutting through Beiming Xue's small hand was as simple as slicing through tofu with a sharp knife.
With a cruel and sinister look on her face, Zhao Xinyao's attack descended.
However, just as Zhao Xinyao's attack reached Beiming Xue's hand, Zhao Xinyao's expression changed, as she felt that she hadn't grabbed a soft and delicate hand but seemed to have caught a hard piece of ice.
Alarmed, Zhao Xinyao attempted to withdraw her hand, but it was already too late. With the sound of several crisp snaps, Zhao Xinyao's sharp nails on all five fingers instantly broke and scattered away.
Then, blood spurted out from the tips of her five fingers, instantly staining her entire hand red.
The pain of having her fingers connected to her heart went deep into her lungs, causing Zhao Xinyao to cry out in agony.
At that moment, Beiming Xue lifted her foot and kicked out once more, precisely hitting Zhao Xinyao's abdomen.
Zhao Xinyao let out a muffled groan, flying back like a ragged bag and landed again in the same spot as before.
Prone on the ground, one hand clutching the other with broken fingers, Zhao Xinyao's face turned ashen as she stared fearfully at Beiming Xue before her, her teeth chattering as she struggled to ask, "You... you... you..."
After saying the word "you" three times, Zhao Xinyao couldn't utter another word.
Beiming Xue said faintly, "Are you trying to ask, how I was able to block your attack?"
Zhao Xinyao quickly nodded, as if waiting for Beiming Xue's answer.
But before Beiming Xue could respond, Zhao Xinyao suddenly leaped up from the ground, flew backward, and lunged towards Ouyang Feiting.
As she soared through the air, Zhao Xinyao clamped her teeth with hate-filled eyes and shouted, "I won't be fooled by you all again; this time, I know who's the weakest."
With that, Zhao Xinyao raised her unharmed left hand, extending five sharp fingers towards Ouyang Feiting.
Ouyang Feiting stood there, watching Zhao Xinyao pounce toward her, a look of terror on her face as she exclaimed, "How did you know I was the weakest?"
Seeing Ouyang Feiting's fear, Zhao Xinyao became instantly pleased, laughing loudly, "The strong pretend to be weak, the weak pretend to be strong; who told you to be so conspicuous?"
With that, Zhao Xinyao's palm struck down.
Attempting to imitate Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting also raised her right palm to meet Zhao Xinyao's attack, saying, "Don't regret, I'm quite strong too!"
Zhao Xinyao snorted coldly, saying, "Don't think you can fool me."
As she spoke, Zhao Xinyao's grip reached Ouyang Feiting's hand.
This time, Zhao Xinyao didn't feel she had grasped ice but felt her hand thrust into a blazing furnace, feeling like her palm was going to burn.
Zhao Xinyao screamed sharply, quickly retracting her hand, retreating more than ten steps back, and with a "thud," she fell to the ground.
Raising her left hand, Zhao Xinyao stared at it, seeing that it had already turned black, with five fingers like dried branches, blackened, charred, and chunks of burnt "meat" continuously falling, exposing the white bones beneath.
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Ouyang Feiting looked pityingly at Zhao Xinyao, saying, "I told you I was strong too and not to let you regret it, but you still came."
Zhao Xinyao's hands were nearly destroyed, and she lifted them, beads of sweat streaming down her face.
"You... you two... are also Demon Cultivators?" Zhao Xinyao asked in shock.
Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue took deliberate steps toward Zhao Xinyao.
Ouyang Feiting, as she walked, said coldly, "Just an Initial-Tier Demon Warrior, daring to be so arrogant, truly courting death."
Zhao Xinyao, seated on the ground, unable to stand, could only keep retreating until her back hit the alley wall, stopping her, eyes filled with fear as Beiming Xue and the other approached, saying shakily, "Don't come over, I have backup; my third senior is at Demon Master Great Perfection, he'll save me."
Beiming Xue said coldly, "Do you think we would still believe you? Come with us to see Wang Yan."
At this moment, Zhao Xinyao suddenly widened her eyes, her gaze going past Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting to look behind them, excitedly saying, "My third senior is here, you're doomed."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were initially disbelieving, but seeing Zhao Xinyao's genuine expression, they quickly turned to look, then turned back.
Just with that quick glance, they saw there was no one behind them.
But as they turned back, they were startled, for they found that Zhao Xinyao, who had been crouching in the corner, was missing.
Before them was simply a dirty corner of the wall.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting exchanged looks of frustration.
Beiming Xue said, "When did she run away?"
Ouyang Feiting shook her head, saying, "I didn't see it either."
Beiming Xue said, "The first time we helped Wang Yan fight, and we failed. How are we going to explain this to Wang Yan?"
For a moment, the two of them faced the empty corner, stamping their feet and sighing.
Just then, they saw eight people walking in from outside the alley, led by Qin Tian.
Qin Tian and the group approached Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, saying, "The boss asked us to invite you, he's waiting for you outside the alley."
Beiming Xue said anxiously, "But what about Zhao Xinyao escaping?"
Qin Tian smiled, saying, "The boss said Zhao Xinyao hasn't escaped, we have a way to find her."
Ouyang Feiting was pleased, saying, "That's great, quickly find her."
Qin Tian showed a difficult expression, saying, "Um... it's not too convenient with you two here, please step outside for a moment."
Ouyang Feiting said, "What's so inconvenient, I'm not leaving."
Beiming Xue grabbed Ouyang Feiting, saying, "Since Brother Qin Tian said it's inconvenient, let's go."
So, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting left the alley.
Once they left, Qin Tian nodded to Mountain Cannon and others, saying, "Alright, now let's start and find Zhao Xinyao."
(An explosion starts tomorrow night, look forward to it!)