Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 670 - 332: The Power of the Divine Armor_2

Chapter 670: Chapter 332: The Power of the Divine Armor_2

"Do you know why I haven’t killed you earlier?"

Dugu Luoxue’s crimson lips parted lightly, her voice clear and melodious like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, ethereal and captivating. "Because I was waiting for the big fish behind you. Unfortunately... it seems he has abandoned you."

The woman raised the embroidery needle, slowly aiming it at the man’s forehead.

You Ying’s eyes widened in despair.

He tried to escape from this terrifying woman, but his body refused to move.

Endless fear and regret devoured his emotions.

As a cool sensation touched his forehead, the needle’s tip gently punctured the skin.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, Dugu Luoxue merely pricked lightly at the flesh before retracting the embroidery needle, then wiped off the slight trace of blood on it with her sleeve.

You Ying’s body froze, his pupils resembling shattered glass, splintering into cracks.

Soon, those cracks began spreading across his entire body.

Accompanied by falling snowflakes, You Ying’s corpse disintegrated into blood-colored fragments, carried away by the night wind.

Dugu Luoxue seldom killed, but that did not mean she was kind-hearted—otherwise, during the Qingzhou massacre, she wouldn’t have been coldly indifferent, caring only about Jiang Shouzhong.

The woman’s gaze shifted to the trio of Jiang Shouzhong surrounded by soldiers.

She had no intention of intervening; these soldiers were clearly no match for Jiang Shouzhong and his companions. However, she needed to stay on guard for other experts potentially showing up.

Especially the Immortal Master mentioned by You Ying.

For someone capable of controlling such formidable individuals into serving him, this Immortal Master’s cultivation was undoubtedly unfathomable.

"This trip to Zhenxuan Mountain is destined to be anything but peaceful."

Dugu Luoxue let out a sigh.

...

General He’s forehead began to bead with sweat.

Why hasn’t You Ying made his move yet? He clearly had already received the signal earlier.

Seeing Jiang Shouzhong’s trio preparing to strike, General He cursed furiously: "That cowardly You Ying bastard! Looks like he’s going to get me killed!"

He raised his hand and issued an attack order to the hundreds of cavalrymen.

The horses charged forward like arrows released from bowstrings, the thunderous galloping shattering the night’s tranquility and echoing deafeningly in the air.

The riders at the front sat firmly in their saddles, gripping sharp spears tightly, their glinting spear tips gleaming coldly in the dark as they aimed ahead.

The soldiers in the rear swiftly notched and drew their powerful crossbows, targeting the direction of Jiang Shouzhong’s trio and, without hesitation, let loose their bolts.

The cavalry charge gradually converged into a torrent as they advanced—a majestic and murderous tide.

These were, after all, well-trained soldiers, their every move exuding professionalism and resolve. Moreover, they often encountered Jianghu experts in their regular duties.

"Miaomiao, deal with the General. Remember to capture him alive. Hong’er, there should still be hidden enemies nearby—find them."

Jiang Shouzhong flexed his wrist and smiled. "As for the soldiers, leave them to me. It’s a good opportunity to test the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor."

"Got it."

The two women swatted away the incoming arrows, then acted separately.

Jiang Shouzhong took a deep breath, channeling the heat within his body until silver-white, scale-like patterns appeared on his skin.

Soon, the silver-white scales emitted a faint cracking sound.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could react, thin, silver-white glowing legs suddenly emerged from his back.

The legs swiftly curled, immediately lifting his body steadily off the ground, their bizarre form like that of a giant spider.

Jiang Shouzhong’s entire body was enveloped in Divine Armor, the talisman-like patterns on the iron plating flickering unpredictably.

The elongated, glimmering legs extended from his body not only displayed incredible agility but were as sharp as blades. Each leg resembled a lethal spike, striking fear into all who beheld them.

The advancing soldiers froze in shock at this sight.

General He widened his eyes: "What the hell is that abomination?"

Realizing the disaster looming, he attempted to retreat with his forces, but Yelü Miaomiao had already confronted him, forcing him to react in a panic.

"Pfft—"

A single spider limb pierced through the body of a cavalryman, simultaneously puncturing his mount with a bloody hole.

Countless arrows rained down toward Jiang Shouzhong, but the impact only produced small sparks upon his armor, as if merely tickling him.

Jiang Shouzhong resembled a gigantic, agile spider, swinging his six razor-sharp legs wildly, slaughtering the charging cavalry like cutting vegetables. Blood sprayed in abundance, staining the forest red.

Watching his soldiers being slaughtered effortlessly by Jiang Shouzhong, General He’s eyes turned blood-red with fury. Desperate, he evaded Yelü Miaomiao’s attacks despite suffering injuries, and shouted angrily: "Zhao Zhiqing, you bastard! Why haven’t you acted yet?"

Hidden in the shadows, Zhao Zhiqing, too, was fuming inwardly.

His original plan had been for You Ying to take the lead and eliminate the strongest person—the white-robed woman. However, You Ying abandoned the task, leaving him at a loss on how to proceed.

He even began suspecting whether the Immortal Master intended to use this situation to eliminate both him and General He.

Seeing that You Ying truly wasn’t going to show up, Zhao Zhiqing gritted his teeth and turned to flee.

As for his comrade’s cries, he pretended not to hear them.

But just as he turned, he saw a smiling young woman in a red dress staring at him.

"Leaving your comrade behind, are you?"

Qu Hongling asked with a playful grin.

Drops of cold sweat trickled down Zhao Zhiqing’s temples.

He gulped and forced a bitter smile. "If I say we’re not acquainted and I was just casually strolling by, would you believe me, Miss?"

"Why don’t you ask her if she believes you?"

Qu Hongling tilted her delicate jade-like chin, gesturing towards someone behind him.

Zhao Zhiqing’s heart skipped a beat, thinking Yelü Miaomiao had dealt with General He and was now pursuing him. He turned his head to look, only to see nothing but emptiness.

Damn it! He fell for her trick!

The next instant, a surge of ferocious Sword Qi swept toward him.

Zhao Zhiqing scrambled to respond, curling his five fingers to condense Gang Qi, narrowly stopping the flying sword just two inches from his face.

But Qu Hongling was already at his side, delivering a heavy palm strike to his abdomen.

Zhao Zhiqing coughed up blood, his body sent flying backward.

Fortunately, in his haste, he managed to evade the lethal flying sword.

While fleeing, Zhao Zhiqing quickly took out a pill and swallowed it. His body instantly radiated threads of Blood Qi, bleeding from his seven orifices.

His speed doubled in an instant.

Qu Hongling gently flicked her jade-like fingers.

The Phoenix Slaying Sword broke into seven pieces, chasing after Zhao Zhiqing from different angles.

In the blink of an eye, one flying sword pierced through Zhao Zhiqing’s shoulder, pulling forth a cascade of crimson droplets.

The man groaned in pain, his face twisted in agony.

Realizing he couldn’t possibly escape, Zhao Zhiqing’s eyes flared with madness.

He stopped running abruptly, glaring viciously at the relentless Qu Hongling as his face contorted. "If I’m going to die, I’ll drag someone down with me!"

Then, he shocked her by driving his fingers mercilessly into his own eyes.

Qu Hongling flinched, pausing instinctively, and frowned as she pondered inwardly. "Has this guy gone insane, mutilating himself for no reason?"

Zhao Zhiqing muttered incantations under his breath, then coughed up pitch-black blood.

His body began to swell and deform, transforming into a grotesque, massive toad.

"Demon Cultivator?"

Qu Hongling’s expression showed astonishment.

While ordinary Demon Cultivators consumed Demon Qi, they retained their human forms. Only a rare few would take the extreme risk of consuming large quantities of Demon Qi, transforming themselves into demons.

Doing so meant irreversibly cutting off their own path of cultivation.

In his monstrous toad form, Zhao Zhiqing opened his mouth and lashed out with an elongated, venom-covered tongue, aiming at Qu Hongling.

She prepared to dodge when suddenly there was a rustling sound from within the forest.

The next moment, an enormous serpent-like creature, with a head spanning nearly a full yard, emerged abruptly from the forest, opening its massive maw to devour the toad-shaped Zhao Zhiqing in one bite!

The whole scene occurred so quickly that no one had time to react.

Qu Hongling froze in shock.

She hadn’t expected such a massive and feral demon to be lurking here.

The giant serpent’s cold, vertical eyes then stared at Qu Hongling.

Perhaps sensing a similar aura, the Snake Demon did not attack her and soon coiled itself, disappearing quietly into the woods.

Qu Hongling was puzzled.

Logically, such a colossal demon should dwell in the Ten Thousand Mountains, where there was sufficient concentration of Demon Qi for its cultivation.

Why then had it chosen to inhabit a place devoid of any Demon Qi? It was strange indeed.

After a brief hesitation, Qu Hongling decided against pursuing it to investigate.

Returning to Jiang Shouzhong’s side, she saw that the cavalrymen had been completely wiped out. Jiang Shouzhong’s Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor had receded, leaving him back to his normal form, though his face looked pale.

General He had also been subdued by Yelü Miaomiao, lying helplessly in front of Jiang Shouzhong.

Gazing at the ground littered with severed limbs and mangled corpses, even the two women with their strong mental fortitude felt nauseated and unsettled, silently marveling at the horrifying destructive power of the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor.

This armor truly made him a one-man army on the battlefield.

Jiang Shouzhong took a deep breath, kicked the incapacitated General He, and was about to question him when, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure not far away.

Raising his head in surprise, he froze.

Su Junwen stood silently beside his own corpse, staring at Jiang Shouzhong.

Great, here come the ghosts again.