321: I don’t want to die…

“Bang!”

As the great halberd spun, it lightly deflected the streaking light. Xu Sanyan glanced at it, seeing a Blood-colored Small Knife.

“Kill him quickly!”

Princeess Zheyun’s delicate face was contorted with ferocity. She attacked again with the sword in her right hand, while her left hand was quietly tucked behind her back, concealing something unknown.

The four guards attacked in unison. For a moment, sword light shimmered and magical techniques blazed, completely engulfing Xu Sanyan.

“Boom!”

Surging magical power permeated the air, and rising dust obscured his figure. Taking advantage of Xu Sanyan’s obstructed vision, Princeess Zheyun suddenly flung out her left hand from behind her back, throwing a spherical object at his feet.

“Rumble!”

The sphere exploded with a roar, and a mottled curtain of light enveloped him, along with Princeess Zheyun and the four guards.

Princeess Zheyun grinned, “Hehe, just surrender and die! Let’s see where you can run!”

This sphere was forged by a Great Master of Formation from the Gan Country. It was extremely sturdy, and its only function was to trap enemies, buying time for oneself to escape.

However, Princeess Zheyun did not like using it to trap enemies; instead, she preferred to use it as a dueling arena to prevent enemies from escaping.

Five against one, the advantage is mine!

The smile on Princeess Zheyun’s face became increasingly wild. As the dust dispersed, a towering crimson figure emerged from within. Four bare, muscular arms were heavily knotted, dark red patterns covered his entire body, and his pitch-black pupils stared fixedly at her, sending a chill down one’s spine.

Xu Sanyan expressionlessly lowered his head to look at the bloodstains on his body. These wounds slowly healed under his gaze, and in a short while, they had recovered as new.

Attacks of such power were no different from an itch to him.

His Physical Body, strengthened by the Blood-colored Small Knife and two blessings, had long surpassed common understanding. Even if he stood there and let Princeess Zheyun hack at him, she would have to hack for a while.

The four Soul Refinement Realm guards beside Princeess Zheyun were startled. This person had withstood their combined attack and was completely unharmed. What kind of physique was this!

Xu Sanyan looked up at the mottled light curtain, then suddenly grinned, “It seems you think you have me cornered?”

Princeess Zheyun’s face was full of mockery, “Putting on an act. A mere early-stage Soul Refining Cultivator, still thinking of fighting five at once?”

With that, she waved her longsword, “Kill him!”

In an instant, various colors of light illuminated the mottled light curtain. If one stood outside the light curtain, they would only see dazzling colors, unaware of what was happening inside.

This light curtain could not only trap enemies, but also block sound.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a figure crashed heavily against the light curtain. Princeess Zheyun’s face was pale, blood spilled from her mouth, and her treasured sword flew out, plunging into the ground in front of her with a “whoosh.”

“Ah!!”

Princeess Zheyun suddenly cried out in pain. Her sword-wielding right arm had been severed at the root, bloody flesh exposed to the air, and blood flowed like a torrent, unstoppable.

One move!

In just one move, she had endured one strike from her opponent before her right arm was twisted off, her treasured sword snatched away, and she was slapped in the chest.

This was the first time she had felt the breath of death so closely. That momentary despair made her utterly suffocated.

As a princess, Princeess Zheyun had been of noble status since childhood. For decades, how could she have suffered such injuries? Others, knowing her identity, treated her with utmost respect, which made her increasingly reckless.

But today, she encountered someone who did not indulge her. If not for her guards sacrificing themselves to save her, she would have already died.

“Pfft…”

Princeess Zheyun struggled to stand, pulling a Medicinal Pill from her Storage Pouch. Her empty right arm made her uncomfortable, and it took several attempts before she finally managed to retrieve and consume it.

“I will definitely kill you!” Princeess Zheyun gritted her teeth, wishing she could devour that person alive.

How dare he injure her? How dare he?

Princeess Zheyun spat out a mouthful of blood, her face contorted in a ferocious roar, “Capture him alive! This princess will make him beg for death!”

“Boom!”

Dust surged, causing the mottled light curtain to be filled with Chaos, obscuring everything. Princeess Zheyun did not dare to rashly join the battle and could only wait at the edge.

“Ah!”

A miserable scream came out. Princeess Zheyun recognized it as the voice of her guard, Xiao Bai, a mid-stage Soul Refining Cultivator, and also the most powerful among the four.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the dust, “Princess, quick…”

“Crack!”

A crisp sound interrupted his words, followed by the sound of breaking bones.

“Bang~”

With the last muffled thud, the swirling dust finally settled, seemingly indicating that the battle had ended.

Princeess Zheyun’s heart was uneasy, no longer possessing her initial confidence. The guard’s shout just now seemed to be telling her to…

Run away?

In a panic, Princeess Zheyun’s face instantly broke out in a fine cold sweat. Her heart still held a trace of disbelief. All four guards were dead?

“No… impossible,”

Princeess Zheyun staggered and leaned against the light curtain, looking into the depths of the smoke. Her voice carried a barely perceptible tremor as she said, “Xiao Bai, A’Da, have you caught him?”

After a long pause, there was no response.

The dust gradually dispersed. A figure sat beside a broken tree, and at its feet lay four figures sprawled haphazardly, dismembered limbs scattered around.

Looking at the scene before her, Princeess Zheyun’s mind instantly went blank. A head had been torn off, its pale face devoid of color, and its eyes, not yet closed, stared straight at her.

“Xiao… Xiao Bai?”

Princeess Zheyun looked at the incredibly familiar head, her mouth full of disbelieving murmurs.

She couldn’t believe that Xiao Bai, who had grown up with her since childhood, had died here so inexplicably.

“A’Da…”

Beside the head lay another person, their body twisted, the back of their head almost tucked between their legs, long since breathless.

The dust completely dispersed. Xu Sanyan, holding a secret realm fruit in one hand and a great halberd in the other, slowly stood up. One of his lower arms was broken, and a large wound on his waist was bleeding.

Xu Sanyan was also seriously injured, but it didn’t seem as severe as it looked, just some superficial wounds, unlike the last time when his internal organs were injured.

“Princess Princeess Zheyun?”

Xu Sanyan turned to look, his crimson face stained with blood, indistinguishable whether it was his own or his enemy’s.

Princeess Zheyun did not speak, staring blankly at the corpses of the four guards, her mind a blur.

She suddenly realized that once she lost her four guards, she was actually nothing, like a wild weed by the roadside, free for anyone to pick.

Looking at the approaching man, Princeess Zheyun didn’t know what to do.

Should she kneel and beg for mercy?

Or should she rise up and resist?

Normally, she always complained that A’Da interfered too much, but now without A’Da’s nagging, she found herself like an empty shell.

Xu Sanyan’s tall figure stood before her. After manifesting his Dao Body, he was over ten feet tall, and Princeess Zheyun, at his feet, was like an infant, barely reaching his waist.

Xu Sanyan seized her by the neck and lifted her up, his ferocious fangs gleaming.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in Princeess Zheyun’s eyes. The great terror between life and death made her instantly cast everything aside, no longer caring about sorrow.

She now realized that she wasn’t unafraid of death; the reason she had acted without scruple before was simply because she knew she couldn’t die.

But now it was different. She knew the man in front of her truly dared to kill her!

She didn’t want to die.

Princeess Zheyun, her neck clutched, her face flushed, pleaded with difficulty, “Let me go, I am a princess of the Gan Country. If you kill me, my imperial father will not let you go…”

“Hahahaha…”