There was no warning whatsoever.
One moment, the girl was a hundred zhang up in the sky.
The next moment.
A fair and slender palm abruptly appeared within the vision of the blue-robed Disciple.
With fingers spread wide, it directly clamped onto his face.
The blue-robed Disciple's pupils constricted violently.
He didn't even have time to swing his sword, nor did he have time to sacrifice the protective Magic Treasure in his robes.
A despair-inducing force crashed into him through that palm.
Bang—!!!
His head was slammed downward, and his entire body plummeted from mid-air at extreme speed.
Jiang Yuechu's figure descended with him, her single hand pressing down on that head as if holding down a falling star.
Rumble—
The marshes exploded, kicking up waves a hundred zhang high.
The entire Wuxiang Mountain seemed to tremble.
When the waves finally settled.
Jiang Yuechu hovered three inches above the water's surface, her expression calm.
Indifferently flicking away the water droplets on her hem, she said softly, "Sorry, I'm quite pressed for time... so I won't go through the process of listening to you finish speaking."
"..."
Seeing this scene.
Aboard the flying boats, the expressions of the Wuxiang Mountain Disciples were all tense, yet not one dared to make a move.
But in the next moment.
The girl's expression remained flat.
She simply held up three fair, slender fingers.
"How about this, I'll count to three."
"After three counts, if that Hunyuan black dog hasn't appeared before me."
"I guarantee that after today, Wuxiang Mountain will no longer exist in the Eastern Region."
"One."
As this soft whisper fell.
The vast mountain gate within the marshes fell into a deathly silence.
The people on the flying boats looked at each other, their palms holding their swords drenched in cold sweat.
If it were any other time, if someone dared to utter such wild words before the Wuxiang Mountain gate.
They would have long been hacked into mincemeat to feed the fish by these arrogant Disciples of a Dao Lineage.
But right now.
Looking at their fellow Disciple who had been slapped into the bottom of the lake below.
Then looking at the Girl in Black Robes who treated the mountain-protecting array as if it were nothing, with not even a corner of her black robes dampened.
A chill couldn't help but rise in their hearts.
Just what kind of monster was this woman?
To actually be able to treat a Restriction like child's play and cross through the array with her Physical Body without being damaged in the slightest?
Everyone cherished their lives.
Especially since they had cultivated to this level and finally managed to enter a Dao Lineage with a bright future ahead of them; who would be willing to risk their lives against such a monster?
Moreover.
Even if there truly were such a person.
Who among those present could stop her?
"Two."
The cold words rang out again.
Jiang Yuechu retracted one finger, her face expressionless.
On the outer edge of the crowd.
Aboard an inconspicuous flying boat.
A Disciple with a sharp chin and monkey-like features looked at the figure below, then glanced back toward the main peak's hall deep within the clouds and mist.
This woman wasn't just a lunatic; she was a lunatic with heaven-reaching strength.
The The Main Seat is currently in secluded meditation; the one truly calling the shots in Wuxiang Mountain is True Person Han Xian.
If this person is truly allowed to start a massacre...
The Disciple shuddered and no longer dared to hesitate.
While everyone's attention was drawn to Jiang Yuechu, he silently turned his boat around, pinched a spell with his fingers, and urged the flying boat to turn into a streak of light, hugging the water's surface as it fled frantically toward the main peak's hall.
...
In truth, there was no need for those mountain-guarding Disciples to go scrambling to report.
From the moment the Girl in Black Robes stepped into Wuxiang Mountain.
The entire Wuxiang Mountain was already on high alert.
Deep within Wuxiang Mountain, inside a side hall that appeared exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Two old Daoists sat opposite each other, an unfinished game of chess before them.
The old Daoist on the left had a slight tremor in his arm, his brows furrowed as he suddenly stood up.
"Presumptuous!"
"What madman dares to act wildly at my Wuxiang Mountain gate? Do they truly think my Dao Lineage has no one left?"
Having said that, Spiritual Qi surged around him, and he was about to push open the door and head out to give that ignorant intruder a piece of his mind.
But before his foot could cross the threshold, a withered hand silently pressed down on his shoulder.
"Junior Brother, wait."
The white-bearded old Daoist on the right was as steady as Mount Tai, even having the leisure to lift his teacup and savor it slowly.
The irritable old Daoist's movement stalled, and he turned back with a glare: "What? Someone is already shitting on our necks, and we still have to endure it?"
Yes.
It was true that Wuxiang Mountain was at the bottom of the rankings.
But being at the bottom shouldn't mean being such a coward, right?
The white-bearded old Daoist shook his head: "Junior Brother might as well spread out your Divine Sense first and see what the situation is like at the mountain gate."
Hearing this, the irritable old Daoist suspiciously extended his Divine Sense.
After only a moment.
He sat back down dejectedly: "Then... then we can't just watch like this, can we? If word gets out, what will happen to the face of our Wuxiang Mountain?"
Hearing this.
The white-bearded old Daoist said indifferently: "Face is something you can only care about if you're alive."
"Those who come are not friendly, and those who are friendly do not come."
"To dare to charge to our door alone like this, and considering that the mountain-protecting array is one of our Wuxiang Mountain's most important foundations... although the power of the Weak Water is not what it used to be, it's not something just anyone can barge through as if walking on level ground."
At this point, the old Daoist paused, his tone becoming somewhat playful.
"A few days ago, when Cang Xuan died in Great Tang, didn't that fellow Han Xian keep clamoring about wanting revenge?"
"Now it seems the culprit has delivered herself to our door."
The irritable Elder's pupils shrank slightly as he lowered his voice: "Senior Brother is saying... that's the one from Great Tang?"
The white-bearded old Daoist shook his head: "Actually, I'm not sure either... it's just that Han Xian is currently acting as the The Main Seat and managing the Sect. When the sky falls, there are tall people to prop it up. For us old bones, it's enough to just share some offerings usually. As for this kind of life-risking work..."
"Better let Han Xian worry about it."
...
Inside the Wuxiang Great Hall.
A massive water mirror floated in mid-air, its surface shimmering with light, reflecting the scene outside the mountain gate.
In the image.
The Girl in Black Robes stood in the air, her expression indifferent.
At this moment, she was slowly retracting her second finger.
True Person Han Xian stood before the mirror with his hands behind his back, his face as dark as water.
At his feet, that Hunyuan Demon Emperor, who usually acted like a local tyrant, was now paralyzed with fear, its massive body curled into a ball.
"Have you looked clearly? Is it really this person?"
How could the Hunyuan Demon Emperor dare to tell a single lie now? It didn't even dare to lift its head: "It's her... it's her..."
"This woman... this woman really came for us..."
A flash of ruthlessness crossed True Person Han Xian's eyes.
Although he had anticipated this, when the other party's identity was truly confirmed, his heart still couldn't help but be tossed by stormy waves.
The Grand Princess of Great Tang.
A woman from a mundane Dynasty.
Just where did she get the audacity to treat the Twenty-Five Lineages Dao Lineages as nothing and brazenly strike at our door like this?
And why did she come?!
Just then.
Several streaks of light landed in the hall one after another.
At a time like this.
The Elders no longer cared about Wuxiang Mountain's ban on flying.
As soon as the several people landed, they heard this conversation.
A trace of shock flashed in all their eyes.
It was actually truly that person?!
The irritable old Daoist couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, muttering: "What... what is she trying to do?"
"Junior Brother Cang Xuan died at her hands. Logically, although this grudge has been established, it should be us going to find her for revenge..."
"How can there be a reason for the murderer to actively come to the victim's door?"