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

The man in black was also unstoppable. He spun around and a moon-white airflow flew towards Su Yanhua, extinguishing the burning flames and rushing towards Su Yanhua.

Su Yanhua soared into the air, waving out a red light curtain, knocking a large number of men in black to the ground, averting the fatal crisis. Then he swung his spear, and a dazzling light shot up like a gorgeous phoenix body, making a sharp cry.

Just as the cry of the phoenix roared in the sky, the men in black gathered together again, their palms folded, and a string of spells rang out from their mouths.

Looking at such a familiar scene, Su Yanhua's heart sank!

not good!

He is actually from the Xing tribe!

She is so unlucky!

Su Yanhua quickly retracted her attack, turned, and attempted to flee. However, this time, the Wuxin Mantra seemed to possess a life of its own, swifter than her movements. Countless spells surged into the air like a tidal wave, densely packed in the direction of Su Yanhua's flight, pursuing her relentlessly.

But in the blink of an eye, these terrifying spells had surrounded Su Yanhua, forming an impenetrable circle. Faced with such danger, Su Yanhua's face instantly turned cold. Without hesitation, she turned her wrist, and a dazzling red flame burst out from her palm, sweeping directly towards those disgusting spells.

It was originally thought that the blazing flames could easily repel these strange spells, but something unexpected happened - the moment the flames touched the spells, they disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea, and those black spells instead absorbed the power of the flames and became even more powerful!

"Damn it!" Su Yanhua couldn't help but curse, her heart pounding. But she didn't sit still and wait for death. Instead, she gritted her teeth and swung her hands with all her might, slashing wildly in all directions. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make even the slightest impact on these stubborn spells.

As time went on, the Heartless Curse grew more powerful. Its once dark form began to transform dramatically, transforming into incredibly sharp blades that gleamed with a cold light. Like streaks of lightning streaking through the night sky, they raced towards Su Yanhua at alarming speed, determined to put her to death.

Unspeakable pain spread to every corner of Su Yanhua's body. The pain frowned her beautiful brows. The cold sweat on her forehead dripped to the ground, mixed with blood, staining the ground red.

Suddenly, Su Yanhua fell to the ground, covered in blood. Her body was corroded by these evil curses, and her clothes turned black, revealing her bleeding skin.

Su Yanhua felt that his life was slowly slipping away bit by bit, and the phoenix in his heart was roaring and shouting, rising and falling, as if it was suffering from merciless torture.

In a trance, those powerful and mysterious spells surged towards her like a surging tide, overwhelming her and instantly submerging her. These spells seemed to have life and consciousness, their fangs bared mercilessly, gnawing at her body frantically, invading her skin, bones, and soul inch by inch.

When Xing Jian hurried to the scene, his eyes instantly turned blood red. A multitude of inky black curses, like a swarm of hungry, heartless, blood-sucking flies, swarmed around Su Yanhua's delicate, fragile form. They greedily sucked at her life force, eroding her flesh bit by bit, as if to devour her completely.

Ling Er, who was standing behind Xing Jian, witnessed this horrifying scene and was terrified. He was so frightened that he gasped on the spot and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

However, just as Su Yanhua felt despair, believing she was about to die, something unexpected happened. The black curses that had been viciously gnawing at her body suddenly began to tremble violently. Their bodies trembled and twisted continuously, while emitting a shrill and painful wail that echoed through the sky. A moment later, the curse bodies shattered, turning into bubbles blown by the wind.

Su Yanhua looked up and saw that the person walking towards her quickly was Xing Jian, who else could it be!

He was wearing a common moon-white robe, and his eyes exuded an extremely cold look. The difference was that he seemed to have lost weight, and his face was slightly pale and weak.

Xing Jian hugged Su Yanhua, his cold eyes moving over the men in black, his murderous intent was very obvious.

Those men in black, who were supposed to be ruthless and indifferent, were actually a little flustered at this moment. They immediately knelt down and said, "Greetings, Young Master!"

"Who told you to touch her!" The cold words stirred the hearts of the men in black, freezing their bodies into ice from the inside out.

"Yes...it's the elders!" the man in black said, "The elders know that Fengming is inside this woman and ordered us to get him back!"

Su Yanhua fell weakly into Xing Jian's arms, her brows furrowed.

No wonder Fengming in his body was in so much pain just now. It turned out that his internal energy was forcibly sucked away by the Wuxin Curse.

"Fengming was given to me by this young master. It's not their turn to give orders!" Xing Jian gently put Su Yanhua down, stood up and took a few steps forward.

Faced with this sudden oppression, the man in black couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"It seems that you still don't know who the Xing tribe should listen to?" Xing Jian's tone was cold.

Xing Jian looked at these men in black as if they were dead.

When the man in black met Xing Jian's gaze, his body couldn't help but tremble, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Ling Er, who was standing beside him, sensed Xing Jian's murderous intent. He was startled and shouted, "Master, don't—"

Before he could finish his words, Xing Jian's hand in his sleeve suddenly moved, and moon-white air currents suddenly flashed across the sky. These air currents emitted brilliance and enveloped hundreds of men in black with endless murderous intent.

Ling Er looked at this scene in disbelief. The young master's Nine Yang True Qi had actually broken through. When he thought about how it had been upgraded, Ling Er's pupils couldn't help but be shocked!

Su Yanhua, who was watching from afar, also noticed the difference in Xing Jian's true energy. The airflow was moon-white and transparent before, but now not only is the color more brilliant, but his internal strength is also extremely powerful.

The men in black who were surrounded by the air currents were emitting wails and sounds of pain. At the same time, the most terrifying thing was that their bodies were slowly decomposing and turning into ashes. They could only watch their arms or thighs decompose, unable to do anything.

Su Yanhua frowned, this power was too terrifying!

In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of men in black, who had once been a menacing mass, were instantly reduced to ash like pieces of paper! The ashes danced in the air like black butterflies making their final struggle, but it lasted only a moment before disappearing like smoke.

As the black-clad figures vanished, the dark curtain covering the sky suddenly opened as if by an invisible hand, and the sky returned to its previous, enchanting, transparent color. Sunlight streamed through this transparent canopy, bringing warmth and light to the earth. Everything seemed serene and peaceful, as if the thrilling battle had never taken place.

Suddenly Xing Jian spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Reiji yelled, "Master!"

Su Yanhua's heart started to panic. She stood up and walked over, her eyes searching eagerly.

"Xing Jian!"

But Xingjian had fainted on the ground and could not answer.

She suddenly felt something sticky on her hand. She stretched it out and looked, and her entire palm was covered with bright red blood. Her heart sank to the bottom.