This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 172: Killing

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Killing

"You... you..."

Zhao Feng raised half his hand in front of his eyes, squinting at the youth backlit by the glaring light. Because he ran so strenuously, he was too exhausted to even speak a complete sentence.

Players under the city walls also stopped in their tracks, looking up at the figure enveloped by the dim yellow afterglow.

"Isn’t that... Boss Liang?"

Bai Xiaomo and Ju Xiaobei, who were mingling in the crowd looking for an opportunity to fish in troubled waters, instantly recognized him.

When players were blinded by the sunlight and couldn’t make out the figure, they just thought the sun was too bright. But when they adapted enough to clearly see Liang Yi, they felt that the person atop the city wall was even more dazzling than the setting sun—a misconception from his incredible handsomeness.

There he stood, holding a longsword, yet he attracted everyone’s attention. His slender figure had a transcendental quality all its own. The autumn breeze swept through, the leaves fluttered along the street, and the young man in white robes was indescribably suave and elegant, ineffably ethereal.

Countless female players felt their hearts racing, ready to exclaim, while other players also buzzed with discussion.

"Is this a cutscene CG? So handsome!"

"I guess the NPCs are planning to spring a plot-killing ambush."

"Isn’t this the Chief of the Taoist Sect, the golden name NPC from a few days ago?"

"This damn BOSS has wasted three of my revival attempts this week, truly a nightmarishly difficult fight!"

"I’ve already dropped five times, if I drop two more times I won’t need to log in this week, the game will help me quit my internet addiction."

...

Having been around for so long, the players had already dug up all they could on Liang Yi, well aware of this golden name NPC with frighteningly thick thighs, the first disciple in the Cultivation World.

The most important thing was, he was incredibly handsome.

Countless fans of his looks on the forums were posting that they absolutely had to join the Taoist Sect, eager to capitalize on their proximity to secure favors!

As the players below were abuzz with discussion, Liang Yi atop the city walls addressed the bedraggled Zhao Feng:

"We meet again, what a coincidence."

"We’ve... met before?"

Glancing at the Shadow Guards closing in below the city wall, Zhao Feng had an ominous feeling. Right now, he just wanted to delay as much as possible. He was only a step away from the outside of the city wall—the mysterious person probably had already noticed the situation here. If he could just stall for a bit, there might still be a chance for survival.

"Yep, we’ve met."

Hearing this, Zhao Feng racked his brains but couldn’t remember that this was the person who’d been causing him trouble. His plan was to complete this mission and then thoroughly search for that little fox’s whereabouts, adamant about swallowing her whole.

Zhao Feng, who completely didn’t associate Liang Yi with that matter, had an astonishing change of thought:

Could it be that this young man was sent by the mysterious person to rescue him?

"Are you here to pick me up?"

Those hopeful little eyes seemed like seeing the light while caught in darkness, even making Liang Yi, who was about to draw his sword, tremble slightly.

Old thing, your way of thinking is quite imaginative, huh!

If it was a cute girl giving him that look, fine, but you – an old freak of who knows how old – dare to make such an expression? Don’t you know that pretended cuteness from malign intent is bound to backfire?

However, Liang Yi also vaguely guessed something from his words, that Zhao Feng’s actions this time were taken under someone else’s orders and not of his own volition.

Zhao Feng also felt something was wrong; the youth in front of him did not seem to be the one sent by the mysterious person.

With that thought, Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and broke free from the Sword Intent that had been looming over him ever since the youth appeared, albeit faintly.

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of poisonous creatures scattered and shot towards Liang Yi. This was all the poison he had left – not aiming to kill the person before him, just hoping to buy some more time for his escape.

Because as the youth had just drawn his Longsword, Zhao Feng’s heartbeat quickened, until now it thundered like a drum.

His body instinctively trembled with fear, fear of a Third Realm Cultivator.

The gamers beneath the city wall all frowned and pinched their noses; the poison was too foul-smelling.

Above them, large ’-1 -1 -1’ blood loss prompts floated en masse. Even at such a distance, they weren’t immune to the damage.

Had the Shadow Guards not intervened to disperse the poison, these gamers would have died in droves just from watching the scene unfold.

Atop the uppermost loft of the Mystic Bureau.

"Shouldn’t we intervene?" Wu Yangshuo stood beside Ying Xi, gazing at the events unfolding far away at the city wall.

"It’s just a Fourth Realm flower-picking thief. Since the young lad wants to step in, let him be," Ying Xi cared little for such trivial matters; if it hadn’t involved Liang Yi, he wouldn’t have bothered at all.

Now with the Immortal Emperor gone missing, the court ministers were busy squabbling every day, neglecting their duties. Had violence not been forbidden in the grand hall, Ying Xi would have wished to tear those bickering mouths apart.

Zhao Feng’s commotion might have seemed intense, but it was nothing more than a ruse by the Mystic Bureau to distract the crowd lingering in Qingliang City. The prolonged stay had already stirred public resentment, especially among the merchants who were cursing the Mystic Bureau’s ancestors.

Allowing Zhao Feng to cause such an uproar without capturing him immediately was meant to amuse the crowd, to vent some frustration. Should Zhao Feng dare to step onto the city wall, he’d be struck down by the hand of a Fifth Realm warrior, or even a Sixth Realm city protector. He might think escape was within reach, but in truth, he was already a dead man.

Ying Xi could see that Liang Yi had just made a breakthrough and wanted a target to practice on, so he happily obliged, allowing Liang Yi to take care of Zhao Feng.

On top of the city wall.

Liang Yi paid no attention to the hideous poison, holding the Qinglu Sword aloft in his hand. His eyes and the blade’s edge aligned, the tip pointing directly at Zhao Feng’s brow.

"Whoosh~"

Watching Zhao Feng, who hid within the poison and was attempting to escape using his peculiar Escape Skill, Liang Yi closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. The Qinglu Sword traced an ethereal sword stream, shimmering a faint orange glow under the setting sun – as captivating as glistening waves on a real lake.

"Whirl!"

The sound of rushing water echoed across half the city district; the gamers and bystanders under the city wall held their breath, fixated on this single sword stroke.

They knew not why they instinctively reacted so, only feeling deep within that they should quietly witness this strike.

Within his tunneling light, Zhao Feng’s mouth curved in a delighted grin, believing he would safely escape in less than a breath’s time, no longer in danger.

But he sensed something was awry.

His consciousness seemed to have elapsed considerably, yet his body remained in the initial position of entering the tunneling light, the Abnormal People below, the flying birds above, the drifting clouds, all slowed drastically.

Not him, but the world slowed down!

In this slow-motion world, only one thing maintained its normal speed:

Liang Yi’s sword!

Driven by both urgency and rage, Zhao Feng realized that the youth’s sword was steadily thrusting toward his brow. Desperate to break free, his struggles only revealed that the light was receding, leaving him feeling bone-chilling cold as the sword stream turned into endless wind and snow.

It was as if the dying rays of the sun and the autumn itself were drawn into that one stroke, leaving behind a world void of light, void of autumn.

Standing in the distance, Su Youyi with a smirk on his face suddenly felt a chilling sensation on her cheek:

A cold snowflake.

Bai Xiaomo and Ju Xiaobei below the city wall also stretched out their hands in surprise, trying to catch this first snowfall in the game, but exclamations urged them to turn around.

With Bai Xiaomo at the back of the crowd as the boundary, behind her lay scattered fallen leaves, a scene of late autumn in Qingliang. Before her, large snowflakes leisurely descended, blanketing the area in pristine white.

One sword to end autumn, Qingliang welcomes winter!

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