Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

The natal spirit sword in Huan Yan's hand was infused with powerful spiritual energy, and the flames that were about to be extinguished suddenly surged a hundred feet high, generating a terrifying aura.

The girl had a pretty face, but a fierce expression. She slapped her own chest, and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the spirit sword. Like oil poured on a raging fire, the flames on the sword surged several times over.

Upon seeing this, Shen Zhezhu's eyes flickered slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Unorthodox methods, using one's own lifeblood to consecrate the spirit sword, are truly courting death!"

Huan Yan's already pale face turned even paler, but her eyes burned with intensity, firelight flickering in them. She raised a hand to wipe her lips, staring intently at the person in the clouds, returning a contemptuous look, "That's still much better than you, you treacherous, inhuman beast who betrays your master and ancestors."

Shen Zhezhu's expression changed slightly, but it quickly returned to its usual indifferent state. "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

As he spoke, he slapped down again, his speed increasing until he overlapped with that finger, exuding an extremely dangerous aura as if he wanted to raze the world before him to the ground.

Huan Yan stood barefoot on the rooftop, watching the earth-shaking aura. Her eyes were fixed on the slowly descending palm, her face pale. The oppressive feeling that went straight to her soul made her throat taste blood, but she suppressed it.

She didn't want to appear intimidated in front of this person.

The girl gripped a massive fire sword tightly in both hands, without taking a single step back.

Instead of avoiding it, they took the initiative to meet it.

Even knowing she couldn't withstand that blow.

Even knowing that she might die.

A scholar will die for one who understands him.

From the moment Gu Yao reached out his hand to her, she made up her mind to return her life to Gu Yao.

Now that the person has been brought back.

He is in trouble now.

Then she must protect him!

Anyone who wants to insult her should first step over her dead body.

The girl's eyes shone brightly. With a light step, she met the palm strike head-on. Her dark eyes held an unspeakable ruthlessness as she slashed out with her sword, which carried a hundred-foot-long stream of flames. The sword collided with the seemingly light palm strike. Although it was a clash of spiritual energy, it produced a deafening buzzing sound.

It resembles the joining of metal and iron.

But it struck directly at the lungs and viscera, causing pain to all the internal organs.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect who had not yet withdrawn were all turned pale and coughed up blood by this oppressive force.

Standing atop the pavilion, watching this scene, Niansheng's eyes widened in horror. He coughed up blood, his gaze turning bloodshot. The panic and fear in his heart seemed to devour him, and the mahogany window frame turned to dust in the young man's palm.

His eyes were fixed on the center of the battle, not daring to look away even for a moment.

The sound traveled beyond the Hehuan Sect and even beyond the Tianxing Mountain Range.

Make all beasts prostrate and all birds fall from the trees!

Even with the double protection of the system and the spiritual array in the courtyard, Gu Yao's useless body was still shaken until his face turned pale, but his gaze did not leave the battlefield.

However, in the instant they connected, the massive aftershock of the bursting spiritual energy leveled the mountain and buildings to the ground.

The scene was one of devastation and ruins.

The massive cloud of smoke obscured Gu Yao's vision. He sighed softly, then forcefully channeled his spiritual energy, heading towards the epicenter of the explosion.

We can't really let Huanyan lose her life for him.

This farce should come to an end.

He gently caught the girl who was flying backwards on the ruins of the main hall of Hehuan Palace.

He placed his hand on her shoulder, easily calming the turbulent spiritual energy within the girl's body, but her complexion, which had finally improved, paled even more.

With her spiritual energy depleted, Huan Yan, who thought she would be seriously injured, instead fell into an embrace filled with bitterness.

"Huanyan, you've already done enough."

The cool voice fell on Huan Yan's ear, making her body tremble.

The fierce glint in the girl's eyes hadn't yet faded. She turned her head and glared at the person who wasn't seizing the opportunity to escape, then shoved him aside and said sternly, "Why aren't you leaving yet!"

How could someone so intelligent make such a foolish mistake at a time like this?

Gu Yao was pushed so hard that he almost slipped off the roof of the main hall.

The girl turned around, trying to forcefully mobilize her spiritual power, but her natal spirit sword, already overburdened, could no longer support her and turned into specks of light in her hand, unable to coalesce any further.

Huan Yan's eyes hardened, and she raised her hand to slap her chest.

"Sect Master!" Nian Sheng, who had rushed over, almost had a heart attack when he saw this scene.

This roar did not stop the man's movements in the slightest; in fact, his hands moved even faster as he stared intently at the figure in the clouds, filled with unspeakable hatred, as if he wanted to fight him to the death.

Gu Yao sighed, his figure flashed, and he gently intercepted Huan Yan's wrist. With a light tap of his fingertip, his spiritual power transformed into a rope, binding her tightly and sealing her spiritual power completely. After doing all this, a trace of blood appeared on the corner of Gu Yao's lips, but he wiped it away without a care and threw Huan Yan directly at the newcomer.

"Take her with you, take good care of her, and it would be best to knock her unconscious."

Niansheng flashed and caught the person steadily.

Bound tightly, Huan Yan fell into a warm embrace. She struggled in Nian Sheng's arms, watching the lonely figure about to face the enemy alone. Anxious, she roared at Gu Yao, "I don't need your help. Even if I die here today, it's just to return this life to you. Gu Yao, quickly release this restriction for me, or I will have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yao's body trembled, and the image of a dirty little girl appeared in his mind, with the same eyes, black without a trace of impurity.

Clear and bright.

Oh, it's you.

Gu Yao smiled.

Seeing an old friend fills me with joy.

But he still didn't respond or turn around, his gaze fixed on the person in the clouds, preventing him from making another move.

Huan Yan was anxious and struggled to escape Nian Sheng's grasp. "Nian Sheng, help me untie him."

The young man did not respond, but pulled the person closer to his chest, his voice hoarse, "Sect Master, I'm sorry, I cannot comply."

Huan Yan was taken aback, as if she were meeting this usually well-behaved and obedient person for the first time.

Watching this farce unfold, a hint of mockery flashed in Shen Zhezhu's eyes. He gently raised his hand, as if about to crush the two people, but Gu Yao took a step forward without making a sound, blocking the two people behind him and meeting the boy's gaze directly.

Shen Zhezhu paused, her lifeless eyes turning towards Gu Yao, meeting his shallow gaze.

There was no disgust as I had imagined.

It wasn't as disgusting as I had imagined.

Instead, it was filled with sorrow.

What's hurting?

Is it because they feel sorry for the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect?

Or is it that you feel sorry for me?

This unrealistic hope stirred something within the boy's otherwise lifeless heart.

In that instant, Niansheng had already swept Huanyan away.

Amidst these ruins, only Gu Yao remained, standing amidst the vast expanse of rubble, gazing up at the person in the clouds.

Having missed the best opportunity to kill, Shen Zhezhu no longer had the idea of ​​chasing after the small fry.

After all, he came here only for the person in front of him.

Looking at the person who had stepped forward, the young man smiled, but his eyes were cold, and his voice was equally cold, "Master, did you have fun outside?"

Gu Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists. A smile appeared on his face as he looked directly into those cold eyes. "Happy, of course I'm happy."

Without that brat, and with someone providing him with good food and drink, how could he not be happy?

Gu Yao sneered inwardly.