I Can Devour Spirits

Lv Qingzhu flicked the tip of the sword, and Duan Rong’s clothes fell onto his own body.

Duan Rong sighed softly, picked up the clothes, and sat up.

Their eyes met, and Lv Qingzhu’s face was as cold as frost!

The moment Duan Rong sat up, her sword was already pointing at his throat.

Duan Rong could faintly feel a hint of chill at the tip of the sword against his throat, but no matter how cold the Sword Edge was, it was not as cold as Lv Qingzhu’s gaze at that moment.

Duan Rong stared blankly at Lv Qingzhu, without a trace of fear.

Lv Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong’s expression and angrily said, ”Do you think I won’t kill you?”

Duan Rong’s eyes were calm, saying, ”This life of mine, from now on, belongs to you, Miss. If you wish to take it, it’s yours.”

Lv Qingzhu bit her lip, the sword in her hand trembling, clearly experiencing an intense inner struggle.

In this desolate temple, where she had lost her chastity, she would kill anyone who even dared to look at her, let alone touch her.

From the moment she woke up, she had decided, no matter what, she must kill Duan Rong, but now looking at his face, she found that she could not bring herself to thrust the sword.

If Duan Rong had said it was an accident or begged for mercy on his knees, she would have killed him. She knew it wasn’t Duan Rong’s fault, but only by killing him could she forget about it. Because, as long as she remembered that the person who touched her was still alive in this world, she felt ashamed.

But Duan Rong, on the contrary, lightly said, if you want to take it, it’s yours. This seemingly light statement carried some magical power that pierced through her heart.

She could no longer thrust the sword!

Lv Qingzhu’s lips trembled as she said, ”Duan Rong, from now on, I never want to see you again! Let it be today! The day we meet again will be the day I kill you!”

After saying this, Lv Qingzhu sheathed her sword and turned to leave the temple.

Duan Rong held his clothes, watching Lv Qingzhu’s back, murmuring, ”...The day we meet again will be the day you kill me? ...Does that mean never to meet again?”

In Duan Rong’s eyes, there flickered a certain kind of pain. Lv Qingzhu’s figure had already disappeared from the temple entrance, yet he continued to gaze at it...

Duan Rong was dazed for a moment, seemingly only just realizing that Lv Qingzhu had already left. He looked at the three corpses in the broken temple, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he swiftly put on his clothes...

Amo stood by the official road, looking at the large figure standing there amidst the swirling dust.

In terms of stature, Amo was half a head taller than Fan Hanzhou.

Yet Fan Hanzhou was burlier and sturdier than Amo.

Fan Hanzhou looked at Amo, who stood like a mountain of flesh, and scoffed disdainfully, ”Can someone like you even be considered a woman? You’re simply a monster.”

Despite his own towering and mighty form, Fan Hanzhou had a preference for petite women.

Amo frowned, having already noticed several figures darting like phantoms across the treetops in the dense forest behind Fan Hanzhou...

Amo’s mind raced; it seemed this ambush had been carefully planned, like the person standing in front of her, who was clearly a practitioner of Horizontal Training like herself.

Amo did not believe this was a coincidence!

”And what about the young lady?”

Amo instantly understood that she needed to quickly deal with the person before her and find the young lady. Because, under these circumstances, the young lady might be in danger.

Fan Hanzhou sneered, but Amo merely looked towards the treetops behind him, treating his words like the wind in her ears.

Fan Hanzhou was of course aware of the rustling figures above the dense forest behind him, and Amo had a serious expression watching those silhouettes move.

Fan Hanzhou angrily said, ”You can’t even protect yourself, and you’re worrying about others!”

With that, Fan Hanzhou clenched his fist, took two large strides, and suddenly leaped forward with a powerful punch aimed at Amo.

Fan Hanzhou’s massive figure struck the ground like an earthquake.

Amo’s eyes narrowed, remaining calm and composed, waiting for Fan Hanzhou to get close before suddenly sidestepping, forming a single palm with her hand. Moving slow but fast, she placed her palm against Fan Hanzhou’s fist, then deflected and pulled, throwing Fan Hanzhou away.

Fan Hanzhou’s form became disordered, and Amo immediately sprang forward, her fist shadows large as a fight and dense like rain, flashing around Fan Hanzhou. With each punch, the sound of metal striking resounded.

A flurry of fist shadows clanged and echoed like a pile of blunt objects colliding.

In haste, Fan Hanzhou met fists with fists, only blocking seven-tenths of the fist shadows, leaving three-tenths landing around his body.

Finally, Amo delivered a heavy punch to Fan Hanzhou’s chest, sending him flying backward.

Fan Hanzhou’s mountainous form crashed into a large pine tree, creating a crater in the wilderness beside the official road amidst a cloud of dust.

With a clap of both hands, Fan Hanzhou leapt up, looking fearfully at Amo a short distance away.

The two had exchanged more than twenty blows in a single encounter, both now drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

In the end, it was Amo who seized Fan Hanzhou’s vulnerability, striking him with a punch that sent him flying.

Amo’s hands trembled uncontrollably, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Fan Hanzhou.

Fan Hanzhou was in an even poorer state, his fists bloodied and raw, the white bone of his knuckles completely exposed, smooth as marble, without even a trace of shredded flesh. The skin on his fists was worn off entirely.

Moreover, his chest had sunken in significantly, and he coughed up blood with noticeable chunks of flesh in it.