The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Yu Shanshan's horrific death left everyone present dumbfounded. Her once beautiful face was now utterly disfigured, her body shattered, and her blood stained the ground beneath her. This scene deeply pierced the hearts of every soldier under Liu Jing and Yu Shanshan's command. Grief and indignation erupted like a volcano, instantly drowning their minds.

"Revenge the general!" Someone shouted the first cry, and then everyone roared in unison, their voices resounding through the air. They brandished their weapons, filled with hatred, and charged like a tidal wave towards the enemy within the city. The remaining Arab soldiers, utterly terrified, were powerless to resist this aggressive, vengeful army.

The Grand Marshal of the Arab Front, who had set a trap for Yu Shanshan, attempted to escape during the chaos, but he ultimately failed to escape justice. Liu Jing and Yu Shanshan's men pursued him relentlessly, eventually surrounding and capturing him alive. They then dragged the culprit to their bodies, like a dead dog.

When Liu Jing saw the murderer who had killed Shanshan, her eyes burned with rage. Without a word, she drew the long sword from her waist and lunged at the Grand Marshal of the Arab Empire. She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and stabbed him with one blow after another without any clear direction, each strike drawing all her strength, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and grief on this man.

The Arab marshal initially struggled, but Liu Jing's relentless assault quickly rendered him powerless. New wounds continued to appear on his body, and blood flowed out, staining his ornate armor red. Yet, even then, Liu Jing remained stabbing, stabbing frantically, as if only this could alleviate the pain deep within her.

Liu Jing's eyes were bloodshot, her breathing rapid and heavy, and each stab was accompanied by a low roar of anger. Her arms trembled slightly from the excessive force, but her determination was as firm as steel.

The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, and each swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind. The blade deeply penetrated the body of the Arab marshal, and blood splattered, staining the surrounding ground red. Liu Jing's movements became faster and faster, her attacks like lightning in a storm, impossible to avoid.

Fear and despair appeared on the face of the Arab Marshal. He tried to block Liu Jing's attack with his hands, but his strength was insignificant in the face of Liu Jing's anger. Liu Jing's knife ruthlessly cut through his skin, leaving deep scars.

Her eyes revealed a frenzied murderous intent, as if she wanted to rip the Arab marshal to pieces. She had only one thought in mind: revenge for Shanshan. Every assassination attempt was filled with longing and pain for Shanshan. She wanted to use the blood of her enemies to pay tribute to Shanshan's spirit in heaven.

As the Arab marshal's breath grew weaker, Liu Jing's movements gradually slowed. But her eyes remained fierce, and her hand still tightly gripped the blood-stained long sword. Her heart was filled with hatred for the enemy, a hatred that prevented her from stopping.

As time passed, the Arab marshal was almost dead, blood foaming from his mouth. But Liu Jing showed no sign of stopping. Her eyes grew increasingly fierce, and her long sword continued to strike, again and again... The surrounding soldiers watched silently, no one stepping forward to dissuade her, for they knew all too well Liu Jing's deep feelings for Shanshan and the resentment she felt at the moment.

Finally, the Arab marshal collapsed in a pool of blood, his body stabbed beyond recognition by Liu Jing. Liu Jing slowly lowered the long knife, her body swaying slightly from exhaustion. Her eyes were still filled with pain and resentment. She knew that even if she killed the murderer, she couldn't bring Shanshan back.

The Arab marshal's face was as pale as paper, blood gushing from his mouth like a crimson fountain. Liu Jing stared coldly at the dying enemy before her, the long sword in her hand flashing with a cold light.

She took a deep breath, and with all her strength, she thrust the razor-sharp blade fiercely at the Arab marshal's throat. Instantly, there was a dull "puff" sound as the blade sank into the flesh, reaching the vital point.

The Arab marshal's eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets. He opened his mouth, attempting a final roar, but all he could do was spit out a mouthful of blood mingled with fragments of internal organs. The blood drew a startling arc through the air before cascading down in a shower of blood.

Despite suffering such a fatal blow, the Arab marshal refused to give up. His body trembled violently, and his limbs flailing wildly in a final struggle. But all was in vain. As the flame of life gradually extinguished, he finally collapsed powerlessly in a pool of blood.

Liu Jing stood quietly, watching the body of the Arab marshal grow cold and stiff. She slowly pulled out the long knife stuck in his throat. The blade was stained with thick blood, which dripped from the tip to the ground, creating tiny blood flowers.

Liu Jing's gaze now turned towards the stretcher on which Yu Shanshan's body lay, as if to say, "My dear sister, I have avenged you!"