CHAPTER 960: CHAPTER 467 MIRROR YUE’ER_2

"Understood, understood..."

Tang Tianguang waved his hand, took Ci’s hand, and turned to leave.

At that moment, a piercing cold wind swept in suddenly, carrying with it a chill that made everyone involuntarily shiver.

The previously clear sky suddenly hinted at a faint gloom.

Before anyone could react, a woman dressed in a black martial arts uniform appeared ghost-like not far away.

The woman had a graceful posture and a beautiful appearance, holding a scimitar.

The blade shimmered with a cold light, as if a thin layer of frost had formed on its edge.

This woman was Princess Wanyan Su of Nanjin Country.

Her gaze was like a sharp hook, scanning Ci back and forth, a slight curve lifting at the corner of her mouth: "Little girl, finally found you."

Ci instinctively hid behind Tang Tianguang.

Tang Tianguang’s brows furrowed tightly, staring at the uninvited guest: "Who are you?"

Wanyan Su seemed to ignore him, slowly walking towards Ci, extending her hand as she walked: "Come, little girl, come to Sister, I’ll take you to a fun place."

Ci’s small body trembled like a leaf in the wind, her face pale.

Tang Tianguang held Ci protectively behind him, his muscles tensing, drawing his long sword coldly said: "Girl, I don’t care who you are, you’d best stay far away."

Wanyan Su paused her steps, looking down at Tang Tianguang with eyes full of disdain and mockery, as if he were an insignificant ant:

"Kid, if I were you, I’d be thinking about how to escape rather than foolishly seeking your death."

As soon as the word "death" fell, Wanyan Su’s body vanished in an instant.

Tang Tianguang’s pupils shrank sharply, his heart cried out in alarm.

Almost instinctively, he swung his sword at the fastest speed.

The sword light was dazzling.

With a clang, Tang Tianguang was sent flying like a cut kite, crashing heavily onto a nearby carriage.

"Brother Tang!"

Ci let out a mournful cry.

Seeing this, Qing Niang quickly pulled out a fire-arm, aiming at Wanyan Su and fired without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A loud noise, sparks flew.

Wanyan Su sidestepped easily to dodge. Then she spun around, raised her hand in a sweeping motion.

Qing Niang couldn’t dodge, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood from her mouth.

"Qing Niang!"

Lu Renjia’s eyes were filled with rage.

"Wretched woman!"

At this moment, Tang Tianguang came rushing in with his sword again.

A coldness flashed through Wanyan Su’s eyes, her voice impatient: "A truly annoying swarm of bugs!"

The woman glanced her wrist, swinging the blade at Tang Tianguang’s face.

Before the blade arrived, the piercing cold sliced into Tang Tianguang’s face, causing pain.

At this crucial moment, a crimson light suddenly swirled in the young man’s eyes, a heated energy wave burst forth.

"Sky Light Breaking Cloud!"

He abandoned the sword, clasped his palms, simultaneously producing a sound as if metal clashing between his palms.

"Paltry trick."

Wanyan Su’s cold laughter hadn’t faded when suddenly the youth’s palms diverged, hundreds of golden red palm shadows like light breaking through clouds, erupting in a fierce Sword Qi.

This was a sword move his sister invented and had received praise from many Sword Masters.

The sword light surged like layers upon layers of waves.

Wanyan Su’s pupils slightly contracted.

She stepped back, adjusting her wrist in an instant, dissipating the fierce Sword Qi, but the last thread of Sword Qi grazed her left shoulder in retreat.

With a slash sound, the dark martial uniform tore open a few inches, a three-inch blood mark appeared on her left shoulder.

Blood beads rolled down her jade-like skin.

Wanyan Su looked down at the wound on her shoulder, laughed lightly, her lovely face showed a hint of ferocity: "Damn brat, dared to hurt me."

Wanyan Su’s toes tapped the ground, soared into the air, the scimitar in her hand condensed a three-foot ice blade,

Tang Tianguang just started to retreat when the ice blade exploded into a sky full of crystal powder.

The countless ice crystals seemed to have a life of their own, entwining around him, freezing him into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Wanyan Su gently moved forward, placing her delicate hand on the ice surface and tapped lightly.

"Crack!"

The ice shattered in response, accompanied by the muffled sound of ribs breaking.

Tang Tianguang coughed up blood and fell to the ground, his left leg twisted unnaturally—the moment the ice crystal entered his body, it had already frozen his meridians and shattered his left leg.

Tang Tianguang’s face was deathly pale as he struggled to raise his sword.

Wanyan Su’s deerskin boots tapped at his knee like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

With another crisp sound, Tang Tianguang screamed miserably, kneeling onto the ground as his long sword clattered to the earth.

Wanyan Su brushed her fingertips across the blood beads on her shoulder and walked to Tang Tianguang’s side. Her embroidered shoe stepped on the boy’s wrist, grinding slowly: "It’s just a simple trick of using Yang Fire True Qi to drive your palm techniques. How dare you name it ’Sky Light Breaking Cloud’? What a joke."

"Brother Tang!"

Ci cried out, wanting to rush over, but Qing Niang held her back tightly.

Qing Niang trembled as she lifted the firearm, but her right hand with a shattered scapula couldn’t hold the barrel steady at all.

"Go! Take Ci and leave!!"

Tang Tianguang suddenly hugged Wanyan Su’s leg, shouting hoarsely to Qing Niang.

Watching this scene, Wanyan Su laughed.

She ignored Qing Niang and the others who wanted to escape, crouched down, and pulled at Tang Tianguang’s ear, laughing: "Little bastard, want to play the hero, do you? Sadly, heroes often don’t meet a good end."

As she spoke, Wanyan Su actually tore off Tang Tianguang’s ear.

Blood splattered.

Wanyan Su licked the blood that splashed on the corner of her mouth, her smile widened with a slightly crazed look.

Tang Tianguang endured the severe pain, holding onto her leg unwaveringly.

At that moment, he suddenly spat out blood, his right hand suddenly lunging towards the woman’s throat.

Yet Wanyan Su didn’t dodge, allowing his iron grip to clamp around her neck.

"Crunch!"

A teeth-gritting sound of bone breaking rang out.

Tang Tianguang’s pupils suddenly shrank—he clearly heard the sound of his own wrist bone shattering, yet the opponent’s pristine neck gave off a jade-like glimmer, as if he was touching thousand-year-old black ice.

"Really stubborn."

Wanyan Su shook her head regretfully.

Her frost-white hand gently caressed the man’s calf.

Frost crept up along the man’s leg bone like a venomous snake, the skin and flesh turning blue and purple, bursting apart to reveal ghastly white bone.

Tang Tianguang let out a chilling scream.

Seeing Qing Niang preparing to drive away with the carriage, Wanyan Su sighed: "Little bastard, I won’t play with you anymore. In your next life... don’t be a hero."

The curved blade slowly stabbed into the man’s chest, piercing through Tang Tianguang’s heart.

Wanyan Su stood up and walked toward the carriage.

Tang Tianguang tried to reach out and grab her, but his raised hand fell limply; the light in his eyes slowly faded away.

Just as the carriage was about to start, the sound of a horse’s tragic whinny echoed.

Qing Niang looked and saw the horse’s legs had been cut off.

Stumbling, the carriage fell forward, and Lu Renjia accidentally rolled out.

"Tsk tsk, how come it’s still a cripple."

Wanyan Su placed her foot on Lu Renjia’s face, smiling as she said,

"This big brother here, living like this, does it still hold meaning? If it wasn’t for that elder sister’s concern for a cripple like you, she could have run away long ago. You really owe her."

"Let him go!"

Qing Niang endured the severe pain and picked up the firearm, but saw Wanyan Su’s toes pressing down on the man’s throat bone.

"Oh, you’re that worried about him."

Wanyan Su tilted her head, thinking for a moment, then said seriously, "How about this, you gouge out your own eyes, and I’ll let him go, how about it?"

"Qing Niang, don’t listen to that vile woman’s words!"

Lu Renjia shouted.

Qing Niang glared at Wanyan Su, her hand holding the firearm trembling non-stop.

"I’ll count to three, if you don’t——"

"Mirror! Mirror! My mirror!"

Before Wanyan Su could finish her words, she suddenly saw a nearby withered branch shaking, and a disheveled woman rushed out from the forest.

The woman was holding a blood-stained machete.

Wanyan Su’s expression changed sharply, and she raised her curved blade across her chest, preparing for a tough battle.

However, the mad woman already floated down like a specter, grasping the knife handle with her bony fingers. The rust peeled off in pieces, revealing the blood-red blade beneath...

Seeing Ci, the mad woman exclaimed with excitement:

"Mirror... it’s the mirror! My Yue’er! Mother found you! Mother finally found you!"

"We Zhaodi..."

Lu Renjia looked at the suddenly appearing mad woman in shock.