After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Diao Chan's dazzling display of flowers created countless crimson whip shadows, which the old man could not completely dodge, leaving him with more than a dozen long wounds.

The difference between sages was revealed in its entirety at this moment.

Both being at the early stage of the Saint realm, Diao Chan was able to overpower the old man, and her attacks even carried a sense of humiliation. Suddenly, she slapped the old man so hard that he spun like a top.

Chen Futu couldn't help but grimace.

Diao Chan usually acts like a well-behaved little white rabbit, but who would have thought she would be so fierce and ruthless when she gets into a fight? Look at how badly she was beaten, even her own mother probably wouldn't recognize her.

"Hmph, I've wasted enough time with you. I'll send you on your way."

Diao Chan's eyes suddenly shone with a rose-colored light. The old man's eyes met hers, and his movements became sluggish. He seemed to be under control and appeared numb.

Chen Futu was taken aback. "This is a bewitching charm? She used it on Qingyi before."

While she was thinking, Diao Chan flashed behind the old man, and her barbed whip suddenly tightened around his neck.

The old man, in pain, broke free of control, but it was too late to escape. He could only shout, "Don't kill me! I'm willing to submit to the King of the Northern Frontier!"

"Submit? You are not worthy."

As soon as Diao Chan finished speaking, the long whip was ripped out from the old man's throat, along with crimson flesh and blood.

A lonely night, with wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The old man stood there, desperately clutching the half of his neck that was still standing, his eyes filled with horror and despair.

Diao Chan put away her long whip, her beautiful figure brushing past him. "Be more careful in your next life, and don't offend my king again."

Gudong!

The aged corpse collapsed with a thud, and a saint perished.

Even though Chen Futu had a premonition of this scene, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

A saint, just like that, he died?

The scythe-wielding woman witnessed all of this, and her already pale face now turned ashen and numb.

Her protectors are all dead; she's finished.

If she had known the sage of the Northern Frontier was so powerful, she would never have come in person. Unfortunately, there's no going back.

Diao Chan approached Chen Futu, her gloomy demeanor vanishing instantly, transforming back into an innocent little rabbit. "Your Majesty, let's go home."

Chen Futu looked at her dreamlike face with complicated emotions, then she put him on Red Hare, and then tied the scythe woman to another horse, and they headed towards a nearby deserted village.

It's raining heavily tonight.

The three of them found a dilapidated house to take shelter from the rain.

The scythe-wielding woman was left in a corner like trash. Diao Chan lit a campfire to help Chen Futu undress and dry his clothes, and then treated the injuries on his face.

After Chen Futu took the healing medicine, his body finally recovered somewhat. However, in order to prevent the scythe woman from dying halfway, he also fed her some medicine.

It was very late, and Chen Futu's eyelids began to droop.

Diao Chan said gently, "You should rest well. I will keep watch tonight."

Chen Futu laughed and said, "There's not a soul in this deserted village, nothing will go wrong. You should rest too."

"No, there are still people in the village."

Diao Chan looked at the dim rain curtain.

Listening closely, I could faintly hear bursts of crying coming from somewhere, which was rather eerie.

"Chan'er, what's that noise?"

"It must be the lucky survivors who are crying."

As Diao Chan was about to go out to take a look, Chen Futu grabbed her, saying, "No need to cause any trouble. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

Diao Chan smiled and didn't insist on going out anymore.

They thought the night would pass peacefully, but at the height of the storm at midnight, they heard faint noises outside, and then Red Hare became restless.

Chen Futu groggily opened his eyes and saw Diao Chan sitting by the campfire, looking out the door. A dark shadow flashed by, and he didn't know what it was. Just as Chen Futu sat up, a black cat leaped down from the roof. Its fur stood on end, and it hissed at the outside, seemingly very angry. Red Hare was also huffing and puffing, looking restless.

Diao Chan muttered, "It looks like a person, but I couldn't see it clearly."

"Of course it's a person. What else could it be but a ghost?"

Chen Futu rubbed his tired brows. As he spoke, the scythe-wielding woman suddenly screamed. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a withered arm reaching out from behind the cracked wall in the corner where she was, trying to grab her. She was bound like a dumpling and couldn't escape. The withered hand groped her face, its nails black and long, not like the hands of a living person, but more like those of a corpse.

"What is that? Get out of my way!"

The woman with the sickle longed to break free of the ropes and find out what was going on.

As a powerful Grandmaster at the peak of her realm, with an extremely noble status, it was an insult for some unknown entity to touch her face.

Diao Chan immediately got up to investigate.

Just then, the hand suddenly withdrew from the crack in the wall.

The dilapidated hut returned to deathly silence, the atmosphere inexplicably eerie.

"I said, are you just going to stand by and watch Chen Futu?" the sickle woman asked angrily.

Chen Futu said irritably, "What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Have you done too many bad things that have attracted ghosts?"

"Nonsense!"

The woman with the sickle struggled to sit up, and the next second, an ugly, withered face peered in from the window behind her.

It was an old woman with a cat-like face, disheveled hair, and cloudy eyes, staring intently at the woman with the scythe.

The woman with the sickle had her back to the window and didn't notice anything amiss. Seeing Chen Futu and Diao Chan looking at her strangely, she asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Chen Futu chuckled and said, "I'll say the same thing to you. Look back, there'll be a surprise."

"what?"

The woman with the sickle instinctively turned her face and met the eyes of the cat-faced old woman a meter away.

The air suddenly went silent. The scythe-wielding woman froze for a second, then screamed and tried to stand up. But she was too tightly bound and injured, making it difficult for her to even sit up, let alone run away.

"It was you! You killed my whole family!"

The old woman screamed shrilly, rushed in, grabbed the woman with the sickle by the neck, straddled her, and shouted madly, "It's you, it must be you!"

"help me--"

The woman with the sickle was nearly strangled to death.

She was unwilling to die at the hands of an old codger, a dignified grandmaster.

Chen Futu gave a signal, and Diao Chan stepped forward and kicked the old woman away. Unexpectedly, the old woman was able to get up after being kicked by the sage, and then continued to charge at the scythe woman.

Diao Chan struck again, this time pinning the old woman to the ground. With a little pressure, the old woman couldn't get up. She lay on the ground, desperately reaching out towards the scythe-wielding woman, her cloudy eyes filled with venomous resentment, "I'll kill you! Kill, kill!"

The woman with the sickle was so shocked that goosebumps appeared on her skin, and she desperately tried to wriggle away from her opponent.

Chen Futu stepped forward to carefully observe the old woman, while mentally asking the system, "What exactly is going on?"