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

On the cliff face, Zhao Kang witnessed this scene firsthand. He trembled with excitement, drew his sword from his waist, pointed it to the sky, and roared in triumph: "Lin Xue is dead! We will win! Hahaha! Kill! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

At his command, the rebels surged forward like a tide, their faces contorted with rage and cruelty.

Lin Xue lay on the ground, her body still twitching slightly. Her eyes remained open, as if searching for something.

Zhao Kang gripped his sword tightly and walked step by step toward Lin Xue. His eyes were filled with hatred and determination, as if he wanted to tear Lin Xue to pieces.

As he approached Lin Xue, she mustered her last strength and raised her hand to stop him. However, her movements had become so sluggish that Zhao Kang easily dodged her hand and then slashed down hard.

With a muffled yet piercing sound, a gleaming, extremely sharp broadsword slashed down with lightning speed towards Lin Xue's neck, which was as white, delicate, and exquisite as mutton-fat jade. In the blink of an eye, a shocking torrent of blood erupted from the wound like a volcanic eruption!

Lin Xue's petite, delicate, and pitiful body suddenly trembled and convulsed violently, as if struck by a mountain. Then, a chilling sound rang out, and Lin Xue's stunningly beautiful head, which had once possessed unparalleled beauty, was completely severed from her body without warning!

Crimson blood splattered everywhere, much of it landing on Zhao Kang's cold,狰狞 face. Yet, faced with such a bloody and brutal scene, only a fleeting, indescribable pleasure flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he was staring intently at Lin Xue's lifeless corpse, his heart overflowing with an indescribable sense of accomplishment—after all, this young heroine, who had only recently risen to fame and was known as the "Blade of the Night"—was now dead, a wronged soul beneath his blade!

Zhao Kang slowly knelt down, carefully picking up Lin Xue's still intact head, and began to examine it intently. Although Lin Xue's face was now deathly pale, her features were still clearly discernible, and one could even vaguely discern a trace of her former beauty and charm; especially her once bright and captivating eyes, now wide open, as if trying to pour out her pent-up grievances, resentment, and unwillingness to the world through the shadow of death…

At that breathtaking moment, Lin Xue's once long, straight, and flawless legs suddenly stiffened as if bound by an invisible force. Then, her leg muscles began to tremble violently, and a sickly flush rose to her once smooth skin.

As time ticked by, Lin Xue gradually lost control of her body. She struggled desperately, but all her efforts were in vain. Finally, her beautiful, long legs stopped twitching completely, as if all life had been drained from them. However, at the same time, a disgusting scene unfolded—thick liquid, still warm and radiating intense heat, quietly slid down between her legs and slowly flowed down her inner thighs.

In an instant, the surroundings were enveloped in a pungent, foul stench that made people nauseous, as if it could penetrate the depths of one's soul.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Zhao Kang's heart. He knew that Lin Xue was an exceptionally skilled warrior, whose very presence instilled fear in the rebels. But now, she was dead, and the rebels' morale would be greatly boosted.

Zhao Kang stood up, raised Lin Xue's head high, and shouted to the sky, "Lin Xue is dead! The rebels will surely win!" His voice echoed in the valley for a long time.

Hearing his shouts, the enemy charged even more frantically. Zhao Kang brandished his sword and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the remaining Night Owl Guards...