The house turned into ruins, and Ji Mo was no longer showing any signs of life.
A faint sadness flowed deep within the woman's eyes.
It was true that good people never lived long.
It was rare to meet a good person, only for them to die an unnatural death.
"I killed you."
The woman clenched her fists, staring coldly at the figure in the sky, her killing intent overflowing. She shouted, "Luo Mujin, I will have your life."
"Ziman, how strange. I see sadness in your eyes."
The figure descended from the sky, her icy, beautiful face revealing a look of curiosity.
Luo Mujin seemed surprised that a demon who killed without blinking and whose hands were stained with blood could show such an emotion.
Only then did she recall that she had seen a human earlier, who seemed to have been accidentally cleaved by her sword.
"He was just an ordinary passerby. If you have the ability, come at me. Why hurt the innocent?"
Ziman's eyes were bloodshot. For some reason, her heart ached when the young man died.
Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, clear from beginning to end, even after discovering her monstrous identity, he showed no sign of alarm.
"Innocent? You've killed so many people, and yet you pity the innocent? Stop pretending. This act is useless against me."
Luo Mujin's expression was devoid of emotion. Although she had accidentally killed a human, since Ziman had feelings for this person, it proved that the person was no good either.
Luo Mujin had felt a sliver of guilt initially, but upon seeing Ziman's expression, that trace of guilt vanished.
She was convinced that Ji Mo must have been Ziman's companion, otherwise Ziman wouldn't have shown sadness.
*Bang!*
A powerful surge of energy erupted from beneath Ziman's feet, cracking the ground. Her body transformed into an afterimage, lunging directly at Luo Mujin.
In the past, she would have turned and fled upon encountering Luo Mujin, but this time, she chose to confront her directly, thinking of avenging Ji Mo.
"Interesting. For a human, you actually dare to attack me."
Luo Mujin gripped her long sword and met her charge.
As she moved, a radiant light surged from between her brows, and her form split into three, with two identical phantoms appearing.
Simultaneously, her speed increased dramatically. She instantly appeared before Ziman, unleashing a peerlessly domineering sword energy, her violent aura mercilessly enveloping Ziman's entire body.
In a flash, Ziman formed seals with her hands, and layers of energy shields materialized, protecting her.
At the same time, a purple vine appeared in the void above her head, coiling like a dragon towards Luo Mujin.
The two figures immediately became locked in combat.
*Boom!*
In the blink of an eye, the two separated.
A stream of bright red blood sprayed across the sky. Ziman's body retreated dozens of meters, a deep, bone-revealing wound appearing on her left arm, the blood staining half her body.
"You are too weak, no match for me. Considering the men you've killed were all unsavory characters, I'll grant you a swift death and leave your body intact."
Luo Mujin gazed at Ziman and said calmly.
Ziman bit her cherry-red lips, remaining silent. Everyone said the Luo family had produced a peerless prodigy, but she hadn't believed it. Now, after their exchange, she realized how terrifying the opponent was.
They were both at the early stage of the Saint realm, yet she had no room to resist and was easily defeated.
Just now, she clearly felt that Luo Mujin had not used her full strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't have merely suffered an arm injury; she could have been cut into several pieces.
Ziman glanced again at the ruins, a bitter expression on her face.
Resistance was futile. Self-termination would at least be a quick end.
Perhaps this was also good; to be buried here with that young man might be a beautiful ending to a tragic life.
She slowly raised her palm, about to strike her own forehead.
Just then, a strange noise echoed.
Luo Mujin felt a disturbance behind her and quickly turned to check, thinking Ziman's accomplice had appeared.
Seeing this, Ziman seized the opportunity, her body turning into an afterimage as she dashed into the depths of the forest, seizing the chance to escape.
Luo Mujin did not pursue but stared at the ruins, her face full of vigilance.
*Rustle...*
Thatch and wooden debris flew, and someone was struggling to emerge from the pile of ruins.
Luo Mujin's figure flickered, and she immediately closed the distance, raising her long sword to strike the figure.
But the next second, her body froze. A hand emerged from the pile of ruins and happened to touch her chest.
She felt as if struck by electricity, her pupils dilated, and her mind went blank.
Ji Mo, who had been pinned beneath the ruins, struggled with all his might to break free.
His hand fumbled through the thatch and wood pressing down on him, but he suddenly touched something and instinctively squeezed.
"Hmm, a steamed bun?"
"No."
"A soup dumpling?"
With a sense of exploration, Ji Mo squeezed again, still unable to discern what it was.
He released his hand and continued to push aside the thatch on his body, struggling to stand up.
Luo Mujin's face was so dark it seemed to drip water, her cheeks burning, and her eyes blazing with fury.
What had she heard?
Steamed bun?
Soup dumpling?
What lewd words were these!
Was she that small?
No, what had this scoundrel done to her?
Luo Mujin found it unbearable that someone dared to take such liberties with her, and moreover, draw such insulting conclusions.
She could not tolerate this.
She would kill him and hack him into meat paste to feed the dogs.
Enraged, she swung her long sword down again.
Ji Mo finally managed to clear the debris pressing down on him and crawled out of the ruins.
As he saw the light of day again, he saw a gleaming sword being swung towards his head.
His hand moved like lightning, grabbing the wrist of the sword-wielder.
The sharp blade was less than a centimeter from his scalp, and he could feel the piercing cold, narrowly avoiding his head being split open.
"Miss, I have no enmity with you. Why do you repeatedly try to kill me?"
Ji Mo's face was filled with anger.
It was this young girl in front of him who had cleaved the house and buried him in the ruins.
Now that he had miraculously escaped death, she still wanted to take his life. This was utterly intolerable.
Luo Mujin glared at Ji Mo, struggling with all her might, only to find that no matter how she resisted, the wrist held by Ji Mo remained unmoving, firmly restrained and impossible to break free.
"This is bad, I've capsized in a ditch. This person is not simple."
Luo Mujin's heart sank, and her expression turned incredibly grim.
This young man before her, judging by his appearance, was not much older than herself, so why was his cultivation so terrifying?
She could clearly sense that Ji Mo was not using a single trace of spiritual energy. Relying solely on his physical strength, he rendered her unable to resist.
His strength was at least above the Emperor realm.
Could such a young Spirit Emperor be possible?
Luo Mujin considered her own cultivation talent to be unparalleled among the younger generation, yet facing Ji Mo, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Then, remembering how she had been molested, she felt incredibly wronged, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.