"Over?"
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes indifferently.
The next instant.
Without any warning.
Her red cloak suddenly billowed backward, like fresh blood splattering across the sky.
Boom—!
The bluestone ground beneath her feet instantly shattered.
So fast!
Forget-Infatuation's pupils contracted sharply; he had no time to think.
"Hmph—!"
Forget-Infatuation roared, and the True Qi in his body surged like a river, instantly converging in his right arm.
He threw a punch!
The punch whistled, carrying rolling black Qi, and faintly, the roar of a tiger and the rumble of thunder erupted.
This punch was powerful and heavy, stirring up a suffocating gust of wind.
From the looks of it, if the young girl were to take this punch head-on, she would likely be pulverized on the spot.
However.
What no one expected was.
Facing this punch, the young girl did not dodge.
Clang—!!!
A saber's cry, like a Dragon's roar echoing through the nine heavens, suddenly burst forth in everyone's ears!
Everyone just felt their vision blur.
An exceedingly brilliant white streak instantly tore through the black Qi filling the sky.
Immediately after.
Pfft—
A mist of blood exploded in mid-air.
Forget-Infatuation was sent flying backward!
His monk's robe also tore into countless pieces in mid-air, scattering like butterflies.
Boom—!
His figure slammed heavily into the courtyard wall.
The hard stone wall instantly cracked. Forget-Infatuation slid to the ground in a sorry state, his previously rosy complexion now as pale as paper.
He clutched his right arm, his eyes filled with extreme horror.
How...how is this possible?!
He was a middle-stage Ink Dot Realm practitioner!
If not for activating his Spiritual Seal at the crucial moment.
With that one saber strike, he would have surely died on the spot!
Jiang Yuechu's figure landed, her Cold Moon saber flipping in her hand, its tip pointing straight ahead.
She looked down at Forget-Infatuation from above.
"This explanation."
"Is it enough?"
"…"
Forget-Infatuation wasn't the only one shocked.
Wei He also slightly opened his mouth, unable to speak.
An expert only needs to show a little to reveal their skill.
Wei He had been in the Core Formation Realm for many years and had spent a long time in the Demon Suppression Division, so his discernment was naturally excellent.
The monk's punch just now, merely the True Qi that leaked out, was enough to make people breathless.
That was a genuine Ink Dot Realm practitioner.
And not merely someone who had just entered the Ink Dot Realm.
But such an Ink Dot Realm expert was sent flying by this girl in a single move?
Wei He swallowed hard.
He originally thought that the General Bureau' promotion, allowing this girl to take charge of a Dusi at such a young age, was due to her identity as the Grand Princess.
After all, Jiang Yuechu's round trip only took two or three months in total.
It couldn't possibly be that she had truly entered the Seed Lotus, could it?
But looking at it now.
It seems... it really might be possible... Just at this moment.
A gust of wind swept by.
Scattered notices were blown up.
One of them, by chance, stuck right next to Forget-Infatuation.
Forget-Infatuation clutched his profusely bleeding right arm, gasping violently.
He subconsciously glanced sideways.
His pupils contracted sharply.
[Jiang Yuechu... Commander of the Longyou Commandery... overseeing all Demon Suppression matters in the Region...]
What?!
The newly appointed Commander of the Longyou Commandery?!
Before he could recover his senses.
He saw the young girl in the distance, already walking towards him with her saber drawn.
At once.
He dared not hold back any longer.
He clasped his hands together fiercely.
His Aura not only did not weaken, but instead climbed steadily.
"Dry bones buried outside Immortal Burial Pass, lend me a tiger soul to forge a golden body!"
"Tiger Malice!"
"Rise—!!!"
Roar—!!!
Behind Forget-Infatuation, the Void Realm twisted.
A white fierce tiger phantom appeared out of thin air.
The fierce tiger did not pounce out but transformed into a streak of light, instantly drilling into Forget-Infatuation's body.
Crack crack crack—
Forget-Infatuation's original body actually grew three inches taller out of thin air.
White fur grew on his skin.
His hands transformed into sharp claws, gleaming with a chilling, eerie light.
"Die for this poor monk—!!!"
Forget-Infatuation roared.
He transformed into a white afterimage, carrying killing intent, and pounced towards Jiang Yuechu.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they were about to draw their sabers to help.
Just as the chilling sharp claws were about to touch her face.
Beneath the red cloak, a leg blur flashed.
This kick was as fast as thunder, irresistible.
Bang—!!!
The shrill tiger roar abruptly stopped, turning into a dying whimper.
Forget-Infatuation felt as if his chest had been violently struck by a massive mountain descending from the sky.
He was sent flying backward again, crashing heavily through the already crumbling courtyard wall, and tumbled onto the long street.
"Cough... cough cough..."
The pedestrians on the street had long since fled in terror.
Forget-Infatuation struggled to climb up from the rubble, the Tiger Malice phantom clinging to him flickering unsteadily, having dimmed by a third.
He looked down at his caved-in chest.
Damn!
How could this be the Ink Dot Realm?!
He had used all his strength, even employing the Immortal Burying Secret Art, yet he couldn't even withstand a single kick from the opponent?
This level of Dao Cultivation... Seed Lotus!
It was definitely the Seed Lotus!
He suddenly pushed off with his legs, hunching over, and was about to bolt towards the city gates.
However.
As soon as he took a step.
A red figure had already silently appeared before him.
The young girl's expression was indifferent, as if she had simply walked to this spot.
Forget-Infatuation felt a chill down his spine, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.
The next moment.
Whoosh—
Her wrist flipped, and the Cold Moon long saber suddenly slashed down!
The hard spinal bones cracked in response.
Rampant Gengjin Saber Qi penetrated the wound, instantly drilling into his body.
Frost spread from his neck.
Before he could even open his mouth to beg for mercy.
His head had already flown high, rolling onto the dust-filled long street.
The headless corpse instinctively stumbled a few steps forward before falling heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Crimson blood gushed from his severed neck, instantly staining the ground.
[Killed an Ink Dot Realm creature, gained one thousand nine hundred seventy-seven years of Dao Cultivation]
Hmm?
What's going on?
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow in surprise.
It wasn't that she hadn't killed anyone before.
But when did the Human Race's Dao Cultivation become so abundant?
"…"
A full minute of silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded, as if they had seen ghosts or gods.
The monk's previous Aura had clearly surpassed the limits of the Core Formation Realm.
Such a figure, placed in the Longyou Martial Forest, would be enough to establish a sect and dominate a Region.
Even if Great General Wei personally intervened, the outcome would likely be uncertain.
Yet, such a figure.
Under the hands of this newly appointed Commander, it was as simple as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Before anyone could even clearly see the saber, his head had already fallen.
Jiang Yuechu flicked her wrist.
All the blood beads on the Cold Moon's blade were flung off.
The long saber returned to its sheath.
She ignored the surrounding gazes, merely lowered her eyes to look at the corpse on the ground, and shook her head.
Never mind.
The person is dead, why dwell on these things?
Her crimson cloak swirled in the wind.
She turned and stepped into the Dusi.
"General Wei."
Wei He's body trembled, and he quickly bowed: "This subordinate is here!"
"Hang this monk's head on the Region city gate. Let the people of Longyou see clearly the consequences of opposing my Demon Suppression Division."
"Yes!"
Wei He loudly assented.
Then.
As the red-cloaked figure was about to disappear from everyone's sight, her steps paused slightly.
Jiang Yuechu turned her head, revealing half of her cold, clear profile.
"Also."
"Issue an order."
"Immediately gather everyone, whether on duty or on leave, to assemble at Qituo Mountain within three days."
The young girl turned back and strode towards the inner hall.
"Surround Baosha Temple for me."
"Not a single one... is to be let go."
Wei He's pupils suddenly constricted.
Was she going to be serious with Baosha Temple, a great sect with a Legacy of several hundred years?
"This subordinate..."
"Yes, Commander!"