The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

The crimson light, like a snarling fire dragon, swooped down upon the group of black-clad men with lightning speed, imbued with boundless might and ruthless murderous intent. Wherever it passed, a torrential wave of power stirred up, sweeping away vast shadows like fallen leaves. Simultaneously, countless bamboo leaves flew in the wind, dancing in the air like disturbed spirits.

However, what was astonishing was that those seemingly vulnerable killers in black actually jumped up from the ground in an instant and regained their footing unscathed.

Su Yanhua frowned. What happened?

Immediately afterwards, like a group of hungry wolves seeing their prey, they once again launched a fierce charge towards Su Yanhua without fear of death.

The men in black moved in perfect unison, each channeling their inner strength to form a stream of white air as bright as the moon. This airflow quickly coalesced, transforming into incredibly sharp blades of air in the blink of an eye. These blades, accompanied by a sharp wind, whistled straight towards Su Yanhua.

Seeing this, Su Yanhua's heart sank suddenly, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and a hint of surprise and vigilance flashed in her eyes.

Because she recognized it at a glance, this method of transforming Qi into a blade was exactly the legendary method of using Qi unique to the Xing people!

They are people from the Xing tribe!

Faced with such a powerful and strange attack, Su Yanhua did not dare to be negligent at all. He immediately used all his strength to try to put up a solid protective shield to resist the enemy's attack.

Unfortunately, the murderous energy was too overbearing, like an indestructible sword, and it easily pierced Su Yanhua's protective shield.

Then, those sharp air blades mercilessly struck her delicate body. In an instant, Su Yanhua felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

She groaned, and a streak of bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. The bloody smell filled the air, seeming particularly pungent and shocking.

At that moment, a flash of determination and coldness flashed in her eyes, and a strong murderous intent surged deep within her heart. She waved her hands, and a dazzling light like a brilliant firework slammed into the men in black with unparalleled momentum.

In an instant, blazing flames shot up into the sky, as if to set the entire world on fire. The flames were incredibly fierce, instantly engulfing a large number of the men in black. Engulfed in flames, they struggled and screamed in agony, their horrifying wails filling the air.

However, she had just broken through to the fourth level, and her cultivation was not yet stable. Such a fierce fire attack was undoubtedly a huge drain on her. Each use required a huge amount of her internal energy and true qi. Before long, the surrounding flames spread throughout the bamboo forest, the fire intensifying, and her body gradually became unable to withstand the overexertion.

Watching the advancing black-clad assassins draw ever closer, Su Yanhua couldn't help but feel a surge of panic. These assassins were incredibly powerful, their zhenqi so overwhelming that ordinary internal energy couldn't effectively control their movements. Despite her utmost effort, she'd only managed to eliminate a small number of them. Facing the countless and relentless streams of assassins, she felt overwhelmed, as if she'd never be able to finish them all.

A bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

After her rebirth, she has been practicing martial arts so that she won't be bullied one day. Force is her only weapon to protect herself, but ironically, her opponents are not the weak young ladies and noble ladies of Lingcheng. Her enemies are those powerful people.

Facing Mo Cerong's oppression, she strives to become stronger. She unexpectedly obtains Fengming in the martial arts test. With her internal strength, she thinks that if she practices diligently, she will be able to fight against Xing Jian and Mo Cerong. However, fantasy is always beautiful.

Xing Jian was able to subdue her without even making a move. At the same time, she also understood that even if she had obtained Feng Ming's power, she was still too weak. Facing such a powerful enemy, she had no way out at all!

At the same time, she felt a little afraid of the Xing Clan's true qi. The power of this true qi was too terrifying, and it could not be subdued without some murderous internal force.

She was surrounded by layers of people in black. The transparent true energy in the air once again turned into flying blades and pierced her body mercilessly. She resisted and attacked at the same time, but she could not withstand the flying blades from all directions. Now her body was overdrawn and Fengming was a little weak, and she was accidentally injured by the flying blades. At this time, she was like a trapped beast, and defeat was only a matter of time.

She had no ability to resist at all.

At this critical moment, without warning, an extremely powerful and dazzling golden-white airflow surged like a surging torrent, sweeping in with overwhelming force. The airflow spun rapidly, forming a bottomless, terrifying vortex that seemed to devour everything in the world.

In the blink of an eye, this terrifying force, like a sledgehammer, struck the black-clad figure who was closing in on Su Yanhua. With a dull thud, the man in black, before even uttering a single scream, was hurled back like a kite with its string cut. His body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, the man in black lay motionless on the ground, unconscious, his life or death unknown. The once ferocious attack also came to an abrupt halt, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Su Yanhua was stunned and turned to look at the person who came.

Nalan Yanyu was dressed in a pure moon-white robe, his face was obviously cold and exuded a hint of murderous intent.

Nalan's internal strength is so powerful!

The man in black had never seen such powerful internal strength, and there was some fear in his eyes!

Such a powerful internal force is almost as powerful as the young master's Nine Yang True Qi. Could it be the long-lost Xuanming Heart Method?

Just as Su Yanhua was stunned, a golden and white vortex surged out and turned into a ruthless stream of water that shot towards the black-clothed crowd. Slowly, the huge water column formed countless ice blades, carrying a strong murderous intent.

The black-clothed men's true energy was completely unable to be resisted, and another large group of black-clothed men fell to the ground.

This power was too terrifying. The man in black took a step back, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

It seems like something is changing.

Nalan Yanyu's eyes flashed, and with a swish, he stood in front of Su Yanhua and held her wrist.

"Hurry up, they're going to use the Heartless Curse."

Heartless spell?

What is it?

Su Yanhua also knew that this was not a good time to explain, so she fled in a hurry with Nalan Yanyu.

But the men in black were faster. They quickly lined up in a row and said something. Soon, a shocking scene appeared.

A large number of spells slowly rose into the air, like a huge waterfall scroll. Countless spells were densely packed, like a large number of poisonous insects, which made people feel physically uncomfortable. These countless spells seemed to have life, emitting endless murderous intent and cruelty, chasing after the two people who were fleeing.