She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 402 - 401: My Rule Is, No Killing After Disarmament

Chapter 402: Chapter 401: My Rule Is, No Killing After Disarmament

Yan Wanqing stood to the side, her eyes low and compliant, yet filled with scorn.

If Song Huaxu truly held Song Ning dear to his heart, how could he fail to recognize that the grotesquely mangled creature was the very person he cherished most?

If he didn’t treasure her, then why would he willingly defy the heavens and shorten his own life to grant her a new body...

From the corner of his eye, Song Huaxu held Shen Shuyun, gently patting her head again and again, his gaze filled with tranquility as if he wasn’t the one who had just run madly through the corridor.

Humans are indeed extremely complex.

As Song Huaxu lifted Shen Shuyun from the wheelchair, Yan Wanqing kept her eyes downcast and made way, striving to play the part of an ordinary servant.

Watching them walking away, she let out a cold snort.

She hoped Shen Shuyun would drag this on a little longer; she was really looking forward to seeing Song Huaxu fight desperately like a cornered beast.

Just like her father and brothers, like the people at Governor’s Office Pass.

After all, the turmoil he had caused over the years must ultimately be repaid, mustn’t it?

Yan Wanqing walked over to the Koi Pond, staring at the surface where a white robe embroidered with golden silk and Millettia patterns floated, under which was a body that had sunk to the bottom.

"This time, you must be truly dead..."

Yan Wanqing murmured to herself.

For some reason, seeing Song Ning always evoked a familiar feeling in her.

This feeling was not because she shared an identical face with Shen Shuyun, but rather an indescribable sensation.

Itchy, chilling, sinister, like a venomous snake that was always lurking in the darkness, watching her...

Even now, lying motionless at the bottom of the lake, that feeling was still there.

It truly made one uncomfortable.

Yan Wanqing endeavored to ignore this eerie discomfort and turned to walk towards the bridge head.

All along the way, she saw disciples holding weapons, rushing towards the bridge head, their expressions rushed as they called out to each other to hurry and help.

It seemed like the battle at the bridge head had been going on for quite a while.

By the time Yan Wanqing arrived, she saw Xiao Pingfeng single-handedly holding off a crowd of disciples led by the Angel Envoy, even managing to capture the envoy and using him as leverage to force the disciples to continuously retreat.

This combat strength was truly fitting for the master of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

She wondered how many moves she could withstand against Xiao Pingfeng in her prime.

Such a thought suddenly sprang into Yan Wanqing’s mind.

"Back off," Xiao Pingfeng uttered lightly, his sword brows filled with a murderous air.

At the same time, the long sword pressed against the Angel Envoy’s neck inched closer, the pain from the flesh and skin becoming palpable.

"Kill me, and none of you will escape. The Sect Hierarch won’t let you leave here alive!" The envoy dared not even swallow his saliva, having witnessed this guard’s ruthless killing methods. He was already at his last tether.

Xiao Pingfeng simply disregarded his threat.

"Fine, I’ll wait here. Go and call Song Huaxu over now, and we’ll see who can’t leave here alive." At these words, his band of bandits behind him burst into laughter.

Ghost Face gently held the Whirlwind Hammer and stepped forward; his face covered in coarse flesh yet his smile gentle as a spring breeze, but his words were chilling, "Killing one is the same as killing many. Just look at these guys; none of them seem like good people. Killing them would be a good sacrifice to my newly forged hammer."

His Whirlwind Hammer was entirely black, studded with nails, each nail bearing remnants of flesh and blood, reminding the disciples of the harrowing scene when this mad brute swung the hammer at their heads, sending chills down their spines.

"What are you hiding for back there?" Ghost Face spat on the ground, flashed his pearly white teeth, and ominously said, "A bunch of cowards."

Under normal circumstances, the disciples would have surged forward to tear his mouth apart and then pin him to the ground to harshly rub it in, showing who was really the coward.

But now, with Xiao Pingfeng, the ferocious guardian, present, and so many fierce-looking bandits behind them, each stout and robust, and the Envoy captured by them...

"Why bother talking so much with them? Just go in and save Sister Shen!" A small figure darted out from among the bandits, and it was none other than Yan Lingzhen.

Today, she was also dressed neatly and compactly, her body filled with hidden poisons and needles, fully capable of defending herself.

Upon hearing that they were here to rescue Shen Shuyun,

An Angel Envoy’s realization struck him, and his eyes widened, "You, you are!"

The moment he saw Yan Lingzhen, he understood everything.

"It’s your granny, me! What about it?!" Angel Envoy, you aren’t possibly hoping to reminisce and ask me to make it quick when it comes time, are you?!" Yan Lingzhen sneered coldly, walked up to the Angel Envoy, and fiercely kicked at the wound on his shin.

That was where she had intended to kick.

However, given that she had not yet reached the age of marriage, and always appeared naive in front of others, Yan Lingzhen had to hold herself back.

But who would’ve guessed she was a doctor? She knew very well where kicking would hurt the most.

The Angel Envoy was kicked so hard that his facial features seemed to scatter, pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Yet, with a sharp blade pressed against his own throat, the Angel Envoy could only forcefully suppress the rage boiling within him.

Bearing the pain, he squeezed out a smile.

"Princess Anping should be unharmed too, right? Where is she?" Unable to converse with this child, the Angel Envoy tried to find someone else to talk to, "After all, I am Huai Yu’s twin brother. If not for the monk’s sake, then for the Buddha’s. Besides, I haven’t committed any heinous crimes."

While speaking, the Angel Envoy ordered his disciples to step back.

Each step they took back, Xiao Pingfeng pushed the Angel Envoy forward one step. They soon left the dangerous path behind all the bandits and finally squeezed into the open space in front of the temple’s main entrance.

"Everyone’s backed off," the Angel Envoy cautiously spoke, "Look, why not let me go? My sister, Huai Yu, has a pretty good relationship with your Commandery Princess. She definitely wouldn’t want to see us end up like this."

"You want to rescue Shen Shuyun, and I can show the way."

Listening to the Angel Envoy’s words, all the disciples’ expressions darkened, "Angel Envoy, you truly are a traitor! Just now, you helped that female bandit, and now you are inviting the enemy into our midst. You should just be killed outright!"

The Angel Envoy’s eyes turned fierce, "Shut up! Who gave you the right to speak?"

If it weren’t for these fools helping Miss Song Ning just now, he would have already taken the female bandit to meet the Sect Hierarch. With the Sect Hierarch presiding, why would so many troubles have arisen?

Speaking of the Sect Hierarch.

Everyone started to harbour doubts.

The fight had gone on for a while now. Where had Song Huaxu gone?!

"The Angel Envoy has already betrayed the Divine Church of Light, Song Ning is dead, and your Sect Hierarch has gone mad from cultivation. Just now, I even saw him standing there vomiting blood," a voice suddenly came from above.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Yan Hongzhao, dressed in red, leaned against the eaves, looking quite dashing, unknown for how long he had been watching.

The crowd disbelieved.

"Nonsense! How could the Sect Hierarch, with his peerless martial arts, go mad from cultivation?! And how could Miss Song Ning, perfectly fine, be dead?! Stop spreading rumors here!"

Seeing that they didn’t believe him, Yan Hongzhao clicked his tongue twice.

"If you don’t believe it, just smell the air. Isn’t there a scent of something burnt?"

Taking a sniff, it indeed seemed like there was a scent of something burned.

"That’s the smell of your Miss Song Ning being burnt to ash," Yan Hongzhao said maliciously, his lips curling.

He had been on the eaves all along, seeing everything clearly as it unfolded.

Listening, some couldn’t hold back and the sound of vomiting could be heard from below.

Yan Hongzhao’s expression cooled, "My rule is, surrender and you won’t be killed."