The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

At the Xuanbing Sect's mountain gate, a deathly silence reigned. Lan Yunyan stood silently, holding a bloodstained sword, a cold aura emanating from her body.

At this moment, a figure came rushing over from the distance like lightning, bringing up a gust of wind.

The person who came was the leader of Xuanbing Sect. His eyes were sharp as a torch and he spotted the elder lying lifeless on the ground at a glance.

The clan leader's face instantly turned ashen, and anger surged in his heart like a surging tide.

"Lan Yunyan! How dare you kill my Xuanbing Sect elder!" The sect leader shouted angrily, his voice exploding in the air like thunder.

His aura suddenly exploded, and the powerful pressure made the air around him seem to solidify.

Lan Yunyan raised her eyes slightly, her gaze devoid of any fear. "The Xuanbing Sect has committed countless evil deeds. Today is your end." Her voice was cold and firm.

The sect leader laughed in anger, "What a boast! Today, I'll show you how powerful the Xuanbing Sect's sect leader is." With that, a flash of light appeared in the sect leader's hand, and a cold, sharp sword appeared. He flashed and rushed towards Lan Yunyan like a ghost.

Lan Yunyan's eyes flashed, and he quickly raised his sword to block.

"Dang!" The two swords collided, making a crisp sound, and the powerful impact force made both of them take a few steps back.

The clan leader steadied himself and attacked again with his sword. His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, each move carrying immense power and a deadly threat.

The sword force came like a violent storm, and every sword light seemed to be able to cut through the air.

The Xuanbing Sect leader's attacks became more and more fierce, and he attacked Lan Yunyan.

Although Lan Yunyan fought hard to resist, the sect leader was too powerful.

An ice-blue sword energy flashed across like lightning. Lan Yunyan was unable to dodge and her left arm was grazed by the sword energy.

In an instant, she felt a sharp pain and blood gushed out, staining her sleeves red.

She gritted her teeth, but her eyes held no sign of retreat. The pain only fueled her fighting spirit, and she gripped her sword tightly, ready to face the next attack from the clan leader.

However, the clan leader did not give her a chance to breathe.

Another powerful ice spell struck, and countless ice blades fell like a rainstorm.

Lan Yunyan desperately waved her sword to try to block the ice blades, but some of them still broke through her defense.

One of the ice blades pierced her right leg, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Blood continued to flow out, and Lan Yunyan's face turned pale.

But she still stood stubbornly, with an unyielding fire burning in her eyes. She knew that she could not fall down. The people of the Seven Evils Pavilion were still watching her. This battle was related to their fate.

The leader of Xuanbing Sect looked at the injured Lan Yunyan and showed a smug smile.

"Lan Yunyan, you will definitely die today." He raised his sword again, ready to give Lan Yunyan a fatal blow.

Lan Yunyan endured the pain and straightened her back.

Just as the leader of Xuanbing Sect raised his sword and was about to deal a fatal blow to Lan Yunyan, a strong air flow fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.

A figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly appeared in front of Lan Yunyan.

The person who came was Ling Xiuhan.

He was dressed in a purple suit with a black cape. His eyes were as cold as ice, and he exuded a powerful aura.

Ling Xiu Han instantly stood in front of Lan Yunyan. Facing the attack from the leader of Xuanbing Sect, he showed no fear.

The Xuanbing Sect leader's sword stabbed fiercely, and Ling Xiu Han swung the long sword in his hand.

There was a loud "ding" sound.

The two swords collided, sparks flying, and the powerful impact shook the surrounding air.

"You dare to hurt her?" Ling Xiu Han's voice was as cold as frost, and his eyes revealed endless anger.

The leader of Xuanbing Sect glared, "Hmph, you are meddling in other people's business. You all must die today." After saying that, he swung his sword to attack again.

The corners of Ling Xiuhan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Out of control."

His body was as fast as lightning, and he dodged the attack from the Xuanbing Sect Master in an instant. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he thrust his sword at the Sect Master like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The sect leader hurriedly raised his sword to block, but Ling Xiu Han's strength was too strong and he was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

Ling Xiuhan didn't give the Sect Master a chance to breathe, pressing forward like a shadow. His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, and each move carried a powerful pressure.

"Watch out!" Ling Xiu Han shouted, and with a swing of his sword, a dazzling sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor.

The Xuanbing Sect leader looked at the sword light in horror, trying to dodge but it was too late. The sword light instantly struck the leader, knocking him back.

The Sect Master fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to stand up, but Ling Xiuhan's attacks followed like a storm.

Ling Xiuhan's figure darted across the battlefield, each appearance accompanied by a fierce attack. The Xuanbing Sect leader was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back and could only passively defend himself.

"Is this your strength? Too weak."

Ling Xiuhan's voice was cold and domineering. He swung his sword again, and a massive sword energy whistled out, directly enveloping the Xuanbing Sect leader.

The clan leader struggled hard in the sword energy, but was unable to escape. In the end, he was beaten all over by the sword energy and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Ling Xiuhan stood there, looking at the Xuanbing Sect Master with cold eyes. In front of him, the Xuanbing Sect Master was like a loser, without any dignity at all.

The battlefield was silent, and everyone was shocked by Ling Xiu Han's powerful strength.

The disciples of Xuanbing Sect looked ashen, and the faith in their hearts completely collapsed at this moment.

The morale of the people in the Seven Evils Pavilion was greatly boosted, and their eyes were full of respect and gratitude when they looked at Ling Xiu Han.

Ling Xiuhan turned his head slightly and looked at the injured Lan Yunyan. His eyes instantly became gentle, as if the domineering and cold God of War from just a moment ago had disappeared.

He quickly walked to Lan Yunyan, squatted down, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Lan Yunyan smiled weakly, "I'm fine, thank you."

Ling Xiu Han gently held her hand and said, "I said, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you." His voice was warm, and a warm current surged in Lan Yunyan's heart.