The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 131: Master of Qingyun Pavilion

At this moment, the moonlight pierced through the thick, dark clouds, casting a chilling light across the battlefield like a blade. Gu Yichen stood in the center of the battlefield, his figure erect as a pine tree, his eyes cold and sharp, like a blade of ice. The longsword in his hand flickered faintly in the moonlight, emitting a faint, cold glow, as if merging with the world. Despite his stern and ruthless exterior, a subtle sense of unease lingered within him. This land, rife with the scent of blood and the flames of war, brought an invisible sense of oppression, making even the moonlight seem eerie and terrifying.

The sword energy accompanied Gu Yichen's every swing, as soft as flowing moonlight, yet containing the power to destroy the world.

"Shadow Moon Slash!"

The longsword sliced through the air, its light mingling with the moonlight, slicing through the enemy's bodies like a razor's blade. Several enemy soldiers were ripped apart like pieces of paper by the sword's energy and fell to the ground. A complex emotion flashed through Gu Yichen's eyes. Although victory was within reach, a deep emptiness in his heart became increasingly clear. He understood that this battle was merely part of his mission, but the loss of these lives left him with an indescribable heaviness.

Prefect Wen witnessed the horrific scene before him, beads of sweat soaking his clothes like raindrops. Fear and anxiety washed over him like a surging tide. His soldiers were like useless cannon fodder, powerless against Gu Yichen's overwhelming force. He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing his panic, and shouted his final command at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, charge! Crush him!" Filled with utter fear, the soldiers surged towards Gu Yichen like a tide, hoping to achieve victory through human wave tactics.

However, Gu Yichen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he swung the long sword in his hand again. The sword energy was sharp, like a violent hurricane, and the powerful aura gushed out like a broken mountain torrent, sweeping the entire battlefield in an instant.

"The shadow of the sky breaks through the air!"

With a deafening roar, the sword energy burst forth like a roaring dragon, slashing through the air with bared fangs and claws, charging straight at Prefect Wen. Prefect Wen instinctively raised his hands to block the attack, but his movements were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of this vast and powerful sword energy, appearing so pale and powerless.

In the blink of an eye, his armor was mercilessly torn apart by the sword energy. Blood gushed out of his chest like a flood, staining the ground beneath his feet red. He stumbled back, his face as pale as paper, his legs weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to fall to the ground at any moment.

Gu Yichen slowly stepped forward, the long sword in his hand still flashing with a chilling cold light, his aura like a rainbow piercing the sun. His appearance was as cold as ice.

Prefect Wen's heart felt like it was being devoured by a black hole of despair. Facing Gu Yichen's overwhelming force, he was no longer able to fight. Even his attempts to maintain his footing seemed like a candle in the wind, shaky and precarious. "Retreat... Retreat!" Prefect Wen's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, a final wail.

However, his soldiers had already scattered like birds and beasts, and the remnants of the Biluo Palace and the Chiyan Hall fled in all directions like a broken dam, and were unable to organize any effective counterattack.

Gu Yichen retracted his sharp sword energy, his gaze swiveled like a hawk, and he quickly walked towards Ji Yun and Gu Yazhu, who were not far away. His steps were as urgent as an arrow shot from a bow, and a hint of concern appeared on his face.

"Father, are you all right?" Gu Yichen's voice was filled with the anxiety of an ant on a hot pan. Ji Yun nodded slightly, his eyes as deep and complex as a deep pool as he looked at his son. "I'm fine, but I'm afraid Magistrate Wen is doomed."

At this moment, a group of subordinates in black riding uniforms came galloping from a distance like a gust of wind. They knelt on the ground in unison and shouted in unison: "We are late. Please punish us, Pavilion Master and Madam Qingzhu!"

This call was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of Prefect Wen and Captain Zhang, making them feel as if they had fallen into an icy cellar, their entire bodies trembling and sweat pouring down like a waterfall. The two people before them were actually the Pavilion Master and Madam Qingzhu of Qingyun Pavilion! And how could they be so ignorant as to dare to surround this couple who were so famous in the martial arts world!

Prefect Wen felt as if he had fallen into an icy cellar, his heart utterly broken. He knew full well that he had made a grave mistake. He struggled to calm himself, like someone desperately grasping at a lifeline in a raging storm, racking his brains for a way to escape.

Ji Yun watched coldly, as if he were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered. His tone was icy and chilling, revealing a chilling chill: "I heard that you 'invited' my hall master and his subordinates to the Six Profound Pagoda?"

Prefect Wen feigned composure and argued at the top of his lungs, "Pavilion Master, please understand. I received a tip-off that someone was attempting to sabotage Qingyun Pavilion's chrysanthemum viewing banquet and pin the blame on me. That's why I...that's why I invited them in for questioning. I have absolutely no other intentions!"

However, his words were as weak as a candle in the wind, pale and powerless, and were obviously just an excuse to exonerate himself. In his heart, Wen Zhifu already knew that he was now like a turtle in a jar, with no way to escape.

A cold smile played on Ji Yun's lips, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew as fierce as frost. "You used the Ghost Shadow Sect's drug 'Dream Ghost' to 'invite' people, and you still dared to flatter them? You colluded with the Ghost Shadow Sect in an attempt to subvert the righteous path. Do you really think you can still survive in this world?"

Prefect Wen's face grew increasingly pale, like ashes. He struggled desperately, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, trying to secure a glimmer of hope. "Pavilion Master! I'm forced into this! The Ghost Shadow Sect is forcing me. I... I'm at my wit's end..."

Ji Yun snorted coldly and cut off his defense without mercy: "Don't even think about leaving alive today! Your life no longer belongs to you!"

Wen Zhifu's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, staring at the cold Ji Yun in despair. He knew he had fallen into an unsolvable abyss with no chance of survival.

At this moment, Gu Yichen slowly stepped forward, looked at Wen Zhifu with complicated eyes, and whispered: "Father, deal with him, don't waste any more time."