Kou Zhong laughed aloud and said, "We should have asked how could Zhuangzhu still have a face to see us. Merely based on this Yin Gui Pai's female demon Wanwan's one sided story, you cut off your friendship with us, two brothers. Worse, disregarding the wind and the rain outside, you only know how to listen to the zheng and make merry with the female demon Wanwan, copying the conduct of Yang Guang, the muddleheaded ruler. And yet you still have the audacity to say that you don't need anybody to lecture you?”
Fang Zetao sternly said, "Wanwan is gentle and sweet, plus she does not know martial art, how could you say that she is Yin Gui Pai's female demon. You two have done misdeeds, yet still want to vomit blood toward others?”
Feng Ge said in a heavy voice, "If Madame Wanwan is indeed an ordinary woman, how could she, in this kind of sabers drawn, swords raised moment, still act so calm as if nothing is happening? Zhuangzhu is an astute man, how could you be so muddleheaded right now?”
Fang Zetao's eyes flashed murderous intent; his hand moved to his sword's hilt, he said with ashen face, "Feng Ge, are you rebelling?”
Another high-ranking military officer said, "We just don't want to die together with you and end up as muddleheaded ghosts; that's all!”
Shang Xiuxun scolded tenderly, "Fang Zetao, if you are still bewitched and refuse to wake up, don't blame my, Shang Xiuxun's sword, for not showing any mercy.”
Xu Ziling spoke indifferently, "Why don't Fang Zhuangzhu ask your esteemed Madame, and see how she is going to answer you?”
Fang Zetao was stunned. He stared blankly for a moment, before turning his gaze to Wanwan. His eyes became extremely gentle as he asked softly, "They accused you wrongly, right?”
Seeing this, everybody sighed inwardly.
Wanwan lightly shook her head and said in soft voice, "No! They did not accuse me wrongly. Zhuangzhu is indeed a muddlehead!”
Fang Zetao's powerful body shook severely; he was dumbstruck, as if he could not believe such words could come out of her mouth. With strange expression on his face he rose up.
‘Zheng!'
One of the zither's strings suddenly snapped; and then, like a viper it shot up. A flash of lightning pierced through Fang Zetao's chest, and came out of his back.
Fang Zetao let out an earth-shattering wild roar and leaped back. ‘Bang!' he crashed onto the pavilion's railing, and was thrown face up onto the grassy lawn outside the pavilion. The blood was drained from his face, but it splashed behind him following the shooting string, splattering the railings, as well as the lawn. It was such a horrible scene.
Seeing this, everybody's scalp felt numb. This was the very first time that they saw such a formidable demonic skill that nobody could guard against. Momentarily nobody dared to charge ahead to fight with her.
Among the crowd, Shang Xiuxun, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, Shang Peng, Shang He and Liang Zhi, six people had the strongest martial art skill, yet upon self-inspection, they realized that they would not be able to snap the zither string and shoot it out as their heart wishes like that and injured, even killed, someone.
Fang Zetao, with one hand on his chest, and the other hand pointed to Wanwan, who was still sitting calmly in the pavilion, spoke in shock, "You … you … how?”
Wanwan said gently, "I have never forced you to like me; furthermore, I have never forced you to kill anybody. It has always been you who were delighted to do everything. Who can you blame?”
In rage, Fang Zetao spurted a mouthful of blood. His eyes were overflowing with remorseful expression as his head fell backward and he died a violent death on the spot.
Wanwan slowly stood up; her left hand grabbing her lustrous and black beautiful hair, while somehow a comb appeared in her right hand, with which she combed her hair with unbounded gentleness. She appeared unspeakably tender and feeble, alone and dejected [lit. looking at one's shadow and feeling sorry for oneself].
Everybody was in full alert, they even stopped breathing.
Kou Zhong took a step forward in front of Shang Xiuxun. The Moon in the Well pointed at Wanwan, immediately a stream of vortex of qi rose up and burst toward this thousand-tender a hundred-charm demoness.
It was precisely this moment that Wanwan seemed to evolve from her naturally delicate body and turned around to face this group of people led by Shang Xiuxun. Moreover, she exuded a hard-to-describe fantastic cyclone that momentarily seemed to suck Kou Zhong's vortex of qi dry.
It was also the first time that Kou Zhong had ever encountered such a bizarre martial art; it was so unbearable that he nearly vomited fresh blood. Most of all, he felt as if his true qi had nowhere to go, so that his acute spirit disappeared completely. Overwhelmed with shock, he took a step back.
None of the other people did not have their countenance changed.
Wanwan's gaze fell on Shang Xiuxun. Her eyes lit up immediately.
Xu Ziling knew that Kou Zhong had suffered defeat. He suddenly took a step forward and sent out a punch over the empty air toward Wanwan.
Immediately the air around was burning hot, thick with murderous aura.
Wanwan put down her beautiful hair and lightly shook her head, her beautiful hair rose up immediately.
The people surrounding her had a terrifying feeling that they were about to tumble forward. They were overcome with a dreadful feeling as if Wanwan has suddenly turned into a bottomless pit, and that if they fell into it, they could forget about ever climbing out of it alive.
Such a formidable demonic skill, nobody has ever thought about it even in their dreams.
Xu Ziling, who was right in front of her, felt that the qi power he sent seemed like a stone thrown into the sea and sank without a trace. He could not pull it back, but it could not affect the enemy the slightest bit either. In his shock, just like Kou Zhong, he also took a step back.
Wanwan was astonished as well; looking at him, she frowned and said, "I have never thought that the two of you unexpectedly profited from disaster, your power increased tremendously; otherwise, this time you would have suffered a serious internal injury!”
When they all came here, they have already decided that as soon as they saw Wanwan, they would attack her without any mercy. But now as they saw Wanwan standing right in front of them, even the usually proud and arrogant Shang Xiuxun also did not dare to act blindly without thinking.
Taking a deep breath, Kou Zhong smiled and said, "Female Demon Wan, since you are unable to inflict injury to us, doesn't that mean that you are strung through and filled with evil, and thus you deserve to die?”
A thin smile appeared on Wanwan's beautiful face, the face that would make everybody holding their breath. But this smile was quickly replaced by a sad, melancholy expression. She sighed gloomily and said, "The two of you were able to escape great catastrophe, the wisest thing to do would be to find a place to hide, and not letting me to find you forever. But now you insist on seeing me; even though I have the thought of cherishing talents, I have made a promise to someone, so without any better option I will have to take your two lives.”
Shang Xiuxun could not hold her temper any longer. "Attack!” she shouted tenderly.
The sword became hundreds and thousands dots of cold light, moving forward as fast as lightning, filling the air with the sword qi, rolling toward Wanwan.
The rest moved at the same time. Sabers flashed and swords flickered from all direction, converging toward Wanwan in a violent attack.
Wanwan's eyes glazed over, as if she was completely oblivious that she was the target of this danger, plus everybody spread out and she was immediately in between two Jingling generals, yet she did not show any sign that she was going to intercept their weapons.
Martial art masters such as Shang Xiuxun, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were able to see clearly that using some kind of unique shenfa, she was floating and weaving through the gap between weapons like a ghost. They knew the situation was bad and groaned inwardly.
"Ah!”
The two Jingling generals were thrown sideways to the left and right with half a comb embedded on each face.
Nobody could even see clearly how she killed these two generals.
Watching this, righteous indignation filled Xu Ziling's breast; he soared out of the pavilion over Wanwan's head with both palms pressed down.
Wu Yan's saber, Liang Zhi's sword, and another Flying Horse Ranch warrior's spear simultaneously attacked her back, chest and flank.
When it looked as if she could not avoid the catastrophe, she suddenly whirled around, her sleeves fluttered, her delicate finer jabbed upward. Saber, sword and spear suddenly slipped sideways by her magic skill, and hacked and pierced empty space.
Xu Ziling turned his palm strike into finger attack, and met Wanwan's fingertips. Spiraling hot energy burst out violently.
From head to foot Wanwan was shaken; she raised her head to look at Xu Ziling, her expression melancholy, yet so enchanting. Her purple-red mouth slightly opened, she blew a stream of qi.
Xu Ziling's astonishing vortex of energy had just penetrated the jianjing acupoint on Wanwan's shoulder; immediately it went up in smoke, and was completely useless to inflict any damage to her channels.
The worst part was that the opponent's fingertips shot two streams of seemingly no magic, nothing particular about it, yet as it penetrated his own channels, the strange energy burst everywhere, so that his channels felt like splitting. The pain was so unbearable that his arms immediately went numb. Forget about launching a counterstrike, he was even at a loss as to how to dissolve this encroaching energy.
His plight did not stop there. When the stream of qi blown from Wanwan's mouth was about a chi away from his face, the impossible thing happened: it divided itself into two streams, left and right, piercing toward his eyes. If he was hit, it would be strange indeed if he did not turn blind.
In this dire and desperate situation, Xu Ziling's mind was still as calm as the moon in the well. A free and easy cold smile, not forced, yet incomparably proud and aloof, escaped from the corner of his mouth. A stream of blazing hot energy came out completely naturally from the yongquan acupoint on his right foot, which spread out to his entire body at the speed of lightning or spark from the flint. In the blink of an eye it developed new energy. Not only it neutralized the numbness of his arms and eradicated the pain, it also gave him the strength to fly backward and thus he barely escaped the blindness of his eyes and only spurted less than half a mouthful of blood.