Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Ye Wumei looked at Shen Li, who was disheveled and looked like a dried corpse, and a hint of undisguised disgust flashed in her eyes.

The woman who was once charming and alluring in his presence, and who could be used by him, is now nothing more than a useless person whose value has been squeezed dry.

He snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain. Just as Shen Li's outstretched hand was about to touch the hem of his clothes, he kicked it away. Shen Li was already extremely weak, and when he was kicked, he flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall beside him with a painful groan.

"Wu Mei...you..." Black blood spilled from Shen Li's lips, her eyes filled with disbelief. She stared at Ye Wu Mei, her voice weak and trembling.

"How could you... I've done so much for you... even betraying our sect...."

Ye Wumei crossed her arms, looking down at her with a mocking smile: "You've done so much for me? Shen Li, do you think I don't know?"

You were just using me out of ambition and desire. Now that you're no longer of any use and are so ugly and despicable, why should I save you?

Shen Li's body trembled even more violently with anger and despair. She struggled to support herself, her nails scraping the ground with a harsh sound, and slowly crawled towards Ye Wumei: "Wumei, I beg you, give me one more chance... I can still help you..."

Ye Wumei frowned impatiently and took a few steps back, as if Shen Li were some disgusting filth.

"Don't come any closer to me. The way you are now only disgusts me." His voice was cold and ruthless, piercing Shen Li's heart like a sharp blade.

Long Yi and the others gathered around. When they saw Shen Li's miserable state, their eyes flashed with astonishment, and they no longer felt any pity.

"Shen Li, you deserve this fate."

Upon hearing Shen Chumo's words, Shen Li turned her head, glaring at her venomously: "Shen Chumo, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this! I want you dead!!!"

After saying that, Shen Li struggled to rush towards Shen Chumo, but was pierced through the heart by Shen Feng's sword.

Shen Feng's sword pierced straight through Shen Li's heart, the blade sinking into flesh with a dull thud.

Shen Li's eyes widened, the resentment on her face instantly froze, and a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She looked down at the blade piercing her chest, her hands instinctively gripping the blade as if trying to pull it out, but as soon as she exerted force, blood gushed out from between her fingers like a spring.

"Master...you..." Shen Li's voice was hoarse, her breath weak, and she was filled with disbelief.

Shen Feng's expression was cold and stern. He suddenly drew his long sword, and blood splattered out, landing on Shen Feng's robes and the surrounding ground, forming a glaring bloodstain.

“Shen Li, I personally brought you to the Lingtian Sect back then, and now I will personally get to know you.”

As soon as Shen Feng finished speaking, Shen Li's body swayed precariously, she staggered back a few steps, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

She gazed at the sky, the light in her eyes gradually dimming, as past scenes flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. Once, she was a girl full of dreams, but jealousy and greed led her step by step astray, plunging her into an abyss of despair.

Just as Shen Li was about to breathe her last, Ye Wumei glanced at her coldly, turned and left, leaving behind only a chilling sentence: "Useless trash, not worth dying for."

Upon hearing this, Shen Li forced a bitter smile, filled with endless resentment and regret, and slowly closed her eyes.

Just as everyone around was still reeling from the shock of Shen Li's death, Ye Wumei's demonic energy surged, and she instantly appeared beside Shen Chumo.

He stretched out his long arm and firmly gripped Shen Chumo's wrist. Before Shen Chumo could react, she was pulled into Ye Wumei's arms.

"Ye Wumei, you deserve to die!" Shen Feng reacted quickly, raising his sword and thrusting it at Ye Wumei.

Ye Wumei snorted coldly and waved her hand casually. A black wave of energy rushed towards Shen Feng like a surging tide.

Shen Feng was unable to dodge in time and was thrown away by the shockwave, crashing heavily into a nearby boulder, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Master!" Lin Yu and the others were extremely anxious.

"Have you seen what happened to your father? Don't struggle in vain. Just behave and I'll still give you some dignity."

Ye Wumei's voice rang in Shen Chumo's ears.

Shen Chumo sneered, "Ye Wumei, you really are arrogant. Otherwise, take a good look and see if you can still leave now."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wumei's pupils contracted slightly. She looked around and saw that Lin Shuang had already led the Lingtian Sect members to provide support. The old man Wuwei lightly waved his whisk, and the spiritual energy around him surged like a vortex.

The Lingtian Sect disciples beside him stood according to the Bagua directions, setting up a demon-locking formation.

It turned out that when Shen Li and Ye Wumei first appeared, Shen Chumo secretly sent a signal to Lin Shuang through the communication jade pendant.

Ye Wumei was the former Demon Lord. Even though his strength has been suppressed for many years and he is not as powerful as before, the demons are cunning and unpredictable. If he were to escape, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Shen Chumo must keep Ye Wumei here completely.

"Hmph! Trivial tricks! You think you can trap me!"

Ye Wumei put on a brave front, but secretly gathered demonic energy in her hands.

Taking advantage of Ye Wumei's distraction, Shen Chumo lightly touched the ground with her toes and moved with lightning speed, quickly escaping his control.

Just as Ye Wumei was about to reach out to grab it, she was forced back by a sharp sword aura.

Lin Shuang held the Frostflower Sword, pointing it at Ye Wumei, and said in a cold voice, "Ye Wumei, you have committed many evils, today is your end!" With that, she flicked her wrist, and the Frostflower Sword was covered in a layer of frost. Countless ice shards shot towards Ye Wumei like a rainstorm.

Ye Wumei snorted coldly and struck out with both palms. Black demonic energy formed a solid barrier, blocking all the ice shards.

Upon seeing this, the old man Wuwei and several sect elders chanted incantations, formed hand seals, and instantly spiritual energy soared into the sky, activating the Demon-Locking Array.

Golden chains flew out from the formation, coiling around Ye Wumei like serpents.

Ye Wumei's expression changed drastically, and she struggled frantically, trying to break free of the chains.

However, as the chains tightened, his demonic energy gradually thinned under the suppression of the formation.

"Night Demon, prepare to die!" Shen Feng charged forward, sword in hand.

Shen Chumo followed closely behind, and the two attacked Ye Wumei from the left and right.

Ye Wumei was struggling to stay afloat, and wounds gradually appeared on her body, from which blood gushed out.

Ye Wumei's scarlet eyes were filled with madness. Just as Shen Feng's sword was about to pierce him, he suddenly raised his head and roared. The sound wave spread like a tangible force, and Shen Feng and Shen Chumo were actually shaken back several steps.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Ye Wumei strained his arms, his muscles bulging, and with a mighty effort, the golden chains binding him began to crack.

"Oh no, he's about to break free!" Lin Shuang exclaimed, wielding her Frostflower Sword with lightning speed, sending countless icy blades, each carrying a chilling aura, hurtling towards Ye Wumei.

Ye Wumei swung his hand back, condensing demonic energy into a shield that deflected all the ice blades. At the same time, he moved like a ghost towards the Old Man of Nothingness. In his view, the Old Man of Nothingness was the core of the Demon-Locking Array; once he was dealt with, the array would collapse on its own.