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

After Yu Shanshan killed the archbishop and other religious leaders, her murderous gaze first locked onto Musali, the executioner who had just tortured her. Musali was now terrified, as he knew that Yu Shanshan's strength was unfathomable.

Just now, he was able to torture Yu Shanshan to death because she was suppressed by religious leaders and had taken drugs that suppressed her internal strength, preventing her from unleashing her true power. Furthermore, bound and shackled, Yu Shanshan was completely powerless to resist. However, Yu Shanshan was now a completely different person, her strength even greater than before. Seeing that Yu Shanshan had already killed the archbishop and other religious leaders, Musali knew that Yu Shanshan's strength had reached a level that even the archbishop and his companions could not suppress, and he became even more terrified.

Musali watched in horror as Yu Shanshan advanced on him, his heartbeat racing as if it were about to burst out of his throat. He tried to retreat, but his legs felt like they were pinned to the ground, unable to move. Yu Shanshan's eyes revealed an endless coldness and determination, and the greatsword in her hand flashed with a cold light, as if announcing Musali's death.

Yu Shanshan's figure was as fast as lightning, the greatsword in her hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With a delicate cry, she gripped the hilt with both hands and swung it with the force of thunder! In an instant, the greatsword slashed through the air in several sharp arcs, leaving behind a piercing sound of piercing the air.

These arcs, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, whistled towards Musali. The power and murderous intent contained in each arc were so astonishing that it seemed to tear apart the entire space. Musali had no time to react. In a flash, his eyes blurred, and his body was struck fiercely by these arcs.

With a few dull thuds, Musali's body instantly split into seven or eight pieces, like a piece of flesh being cut apart. His powerful muscles were no match for this terrifying attack, and were mercilessly ripped apart by the giant sword. Blood gushed out from the wounds like a fountain, splattering everywhere. The bloody odor filled the air, making people sick.

However, Musali's shrill screams didn't make Yu Shanshan pause or show any sympathy. On the contrary, her eyes grew colder, and the sword in her hand danced faster and faster, like a violent storm, repeatedly falling on Musali's already broken body.

Yu Shanshan's movements were fluid, each swing of her sword incredibly precise, leaving Musali no chance to breathe. She seemed completely absorbed in the slaughter, pouring all her anger and hatred into the greatsword in her hand.

Finally, after another swift attack, Yu Shanshan stabbed her sword deeply into Musali's chest, then dug hard, pulling out a still-beating heart. Then, she raised her sword and chopped off Musali's head with a clean, sharp blow.

Musali's head rolled to the side, his eyes wide open, his face still showing the extreme fear before his death. His body, which had lost its head and heart, collapsed to the ground, bleeding all over the ground. The tragic scene was so horrifying that it was unbearable to look at.

At this point, both of Yu Shanshan's enemies had fallen. Next came the turn of the military advisor and Prince Mohammed. These two, the ones who had humiliated Yu Shanshan before her execution and led the archbishop in attacking her, were finally facing Shanshan's vengeful wrath.

The greatsword in Yu Shanshan's hand flashed with a chilling cold light. As it swung rapidly through the air, it stirred up gusts of wind, as if cleaving the surrounding air. Each streak of sword light was accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking through the air, like the force of thunder, as it attacked the military advisor and Prince Mohammed directly.

Each of these strikes was filled with endless hatred and rage. She stared at the enemy with wide eyes, roaring furiously as all her strength converged on the blade. Yu Shanshan had transformed into a goddess of vengeance, vowing to make those who had hurt her pay a heavy price.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the military advisor and Prince Mohammed were completely powerless to fight back. They stared in horror at the approaching giant sword, trying to dodge but finding their bodies completely unable to respond. The giant sword easily tore through their defenses and mercilessly slashed through them.

Instantly, blood splattered everywhere, like blooming blood flowers in the air. The screams of the military advisor and Prince Mohammed resounded through the air as they collapsed to the ground in agony, their bodies twitching. However, Yu Shanshan didn't stop her movements. She continued to swing her greatsword, striking the enemy again and again.

As the greatsword lashed out, the bodies of the military advisor and Prince Mohammed gradually shattered. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, followed by a few crisp "cracks" as their bones were severed by the mighty sword. Ultimately, their bodies were reduced to two unrecognizable pools of flesh, scattered across the ground, their crimson blood staining the ground beneath them.

Yu Shanshan stood in a pool of blood, her body stained with the blood of her enemies, but her eyes held no mercy. Her hatred had been vented, and the rage in her heart gradually subsided. However, she knew that this road to revenge had just begun, and there were still more enemies waiting for her to face.

Yu Shanshan dealt with all the Arab soldiers and other executioners who had tied her hands and feet, the visiting Arab people who humiliated her, and the envoys from various countries who took advantage of her misfortune and insulted her. The entire city of Nishapur soon became a city of bloodshed. Countless people died under Yu Shanshan's giant sword. Until the end, there was no one left alive. No living people existed in the entire holy city!