62: Chapter 62 Trapping a turtle in a jar, beating a dog behind closed doors

"Not good! It's a trap! We've been tricked!"

Mo Fan's exclamation sounded exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent square.

The army of tens of thousands behind him instantly erupted into chaos, with panic and fear appearing on everyone's faces.

They were like a herd of pigs and sheep that had stumbled into a slaughterhouse, their retreat cut off, caught in a dilemma.

"Hahaha, Mo Fan, isn't it a bit too late for you to realize that now?"

A cold and majestic female voice rang out from behind them.

Everyone whipped their heads around, only to see an army appearing out of nowhere in the previously empty rear.

It was an army clad in golden battle armor, holding golden long halberds. Every soldier emanated an iron-blooded aura of slaughter.

At the very front of the army stood a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a black dragon robe, her hands behind her back.

She watched them coldly, her gaze as if looking at dead men.

"Huang... Phoenix Unrivaled!!"

Seeing the woman's face clearly, Mo Fan, Zhang Kuang, and Sect Master Wang Ba all let out exclamations of disbelief simultaneously.

Hadn't she already left?

Hadn't she already fallen out with Leng Hanshuang?

Why would she appear here?!

"Are you surprised?" A cruel arc curved at the corner of Phoenix Unrivaled's mouth. "Do you like this great gift this Empress has sent you?"

It's over!

At this moment, Mo Fan's heart sank completely to the bottom.

However, this was not the end.

In front of them, before the previously empty Main Peak Hall, several figures slowly walked out.

The leader was none other than the Mysterious Maiden Sect's Sect Master, Leng Hanshuang!

At this moment, where was there even a hint of her previous 'serious injury' and 'weakness'?

The terrifying pressure belonging to the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation swept toward them like a mountain-collapsing tsunami, pressing down so hard that everyone struggled to breathe.

"Cold... Leng Hanshuang! Your poison..." Mo Fan pointed at her, his voice trembling, his face full of disbelief.

"My poison was neutralized long ago."

Leng Hanshuang's gaze was as cold as a blade.

"I should thank you for delivering so many suicidal fools to my door all at once, saving me the trouble of finding them one by one."

Behind Leng Hanshuang, Lin Rou and Liu Yuqin led the Inner Court Elders and Elite Disciples of the Mysterious Maiden Sect respectively.

They flanked from both sides, forming a perfect encirclement.

Trapping a turtle in a jar!

Beating a dog behind closed doors!

Only at this moment did Mo Fan completely understand that he had been played from start to finish!

What sisters turning against each other, what unhealed serious injuries—it was all a play acted out for him!

He was like a self-righteous fool, walking step by step into a meticulously prepared trap!

"Kill!"

Without any redundant words, Leng Hanshuang and Phoenix Unrivaled issued the attack order almost simultaneously.

"Kill!"

The Disciples of the Mysterious Maiden Sect and the Golden Armor Guards roared in unison, charging from all directions toward the trapped enemy army in the center.

A tragic and suspense-less slaughter began!

Although the allied forces of the Three Major Sects were numerous, being attacked from both front and back while their morale was in chaos meant they couldn't organize any effective resistance.

They fell in swathes, like grass being mown down.

Screams, wails, and the clashing of weapons echoed throughout the sky above the Mysterious Maiden Sect.

Blood stained the pristine white square red.

Su Yun stood beside Leng Hanshuang, arms crossed, watching the bloody feast before him with ease, his face showing no ripple of emotion.

He felt not a shred of pity for these enemies who wanted to destroy the Mysterious Maiden Sect and put him to death.

Immediately, his gaze slowly swept through the chaotic crowd and quickly locked onto a figure shivering and trying to hide.

Chu Ying.

Her face, distorted by fear, was filled with despair and disbelief.

She couldn't understand why this was happening.

The plan had been so perfect, so why did it turn out like this?

A cold smile curved on Su Yun's lips as he whispered to Leng Hanshuang beside him, "Leave that woman to me."

Leng Hanshuang followed his gaze and nodded.

Su Yun's figure flickered, and like a ghost, he passed through the chaotic battlefield, silently appearing behind Chu Ying.

"What are you looking for?"

A teasing voice rang in her ear.

Chu Ying's whole body stiffened, as if a freezing spell had been cast on her, and she slowly turned her head.

When she saw that face with a playful smile behind her, her pupils shrank violently, and a bone-chilling coldness rushed from the soles of her feet straight to her crown.

"Su... Su Yun!"

"Are you surprised?" Su Yun looked down at her as if looking at a pathetic bug.

"Don't... don't kill me! I beg you, don't kill me!"

The fear of death instantly shattered all of Chu Ying's psychological defenses.

With a thud, she knelt on the ground, clutching Su Yun's leg and pleading through tears and snot.

"It was all Mo Fan! He forced me! I didn't want to! Please, for the sake of being fellow Disciples, spare my life!"

"Fellow Disciples?" Su Yun laughed, a laugh filled with extreme irony.

"When you colluded with external enemies and betrayed the Sect, why didn't you think of us as fellow Disciples?"

"When you sent tips to Mo Fan and wanted me dead, why didn't you think of us as fellow Disciples?"

Every word Su Yun spoke was like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Chu Ying's heart.

He slowly crouched down, pinched Chu Ying's chin, and forced her to look at him, saying word by word:

"I remember you said before that you wanted to personally kill this bastard, and that bitch Lin Rou."

"What, you don't want to now?"

Chu Ying's body trembled violently, her eyes filled with endless regret and fear.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... I beg you..."

"Too late."

Su Yun let go and stood up, the smile on his face turning cold and cruel.

"I have always liked to help others achieve their wishes."

"Since you wanted to die at my hands so much, then I will fulfill it for you."

After saying that, he raised his foot and stomped down hard under Chu Ying's terrified and desperate gaze.

*Crack!*

A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out.

Chu Ying's scream was cut short before it could even leave her mouth.

Her head was like a crushed watermelon, red and white matter flowing all over the ground.

This woman, who had resented him from the beginning, betrayed the Sect, and wanted him dead, finally died under his foot in the way she least wanted to see.

Su Yun withdrew his foot expressionlessly, as if he had only stepped on an ant.

He looked up toward the center of the battlefield.

There, Mo Fan, Zhang Kuang, and Sect Master Wang Ba had already been surrounded by Leng Hanshuang and Phoenix Unrivaled,

as well as a group of Elders, making their final desperate stand like cornered beasts.