All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

Tianwei looked over coldly, "You're Nian Zhao's disciple?"

Feng Ning smiled and sheathed all the swords, placing them behind her, but she didn't put them all away.

This battle must be fought today.

"Yes, I am my master's favorite disciple. It was me who made you cry, you stupid disciple. It was also me who killed your lover."

Tianwei's eyes instantly turned cold. "What did you say?"

Feng Ning feigned surprise, "Oh dear, you don't know yet? Didn't your good disciple tell you? Her father, who is also your old lover, died several days ago."

Tianwei flew into a rage, "You're asking for death!"

Feng Ning raised her hand, interrupting her actions.

"Why are you in such a hurry? He hasn't even married you. You're not just some lowly mistress. Do you think you can avenge him? What qualifications or status do you have? You're really shameless and despicable."

Tianwei's face flushed red and then turned pale, her chest heaving with anger.

"You sharp-tongued wretch, I'm going to kill you today to avenge Brother Ying."

Feng Ning felt a chill run down her spine. "Oh my, you call yourself Brother Ying? You're all in your fifties or sixties, how disgusting! You're more like Old Man Ying!"

She was secretly overjoyed. She had originally thought Tianwei was a cold person and was wondering how to provoke her.

I didn't expect that just a few words would make her so upset. She's clearly not in a good mood, which is a sure sign of her losing.

She took advantage of this moment and made her move.

All nine swords were drawn from their sheaths and charged straight at the master and his apprentice.

Feng Ning really didn't hold back at all this time, using all the sword techniques she had learned.

Tianwei is not easy to deal with; she is at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, which is much higher than Tianwei.

Even after exchanging dozens of blows, Tianwei was somewhat surprised.

Is Nian Zhao, this disciple, really that strong?

No wonder Kuang Qian lost to her; it wasn't entirely unjust.

She sneered, "Do you think you can do anything to me with your meager cultivation? I've only used 30% of my power, and that's already your limit, isn't it?"

Feng Ning's lips curled slightly. "I originally thought that Kuang Qian's shamelessness was inherited from her father, but I didn't expect she learned it from you. Did you really think that's all I learned?"

With that, she put away all her swords.

"Silly X."

As soon as she finished speaking, a formation in her hand had already reformed.

The Eight Desolations Chant.

It is the strongest killing formation in her hands.

The formation combines ice and wind techniques, with the tearing power of a tornado and the assassination power of ice.

That's enough to give them a hard time.

As expected, Tianwei, trapped in the formation, was almost powerless to fight back and could only worry about protecting herself.

But this puts Kuang Qian in a terrible predicament. Her strength is nowhere near that of Kuang Qian, and she is practically waiting to die.

He hadn't even waited half an hour before he was lying on the ground, barely alive.

Feng Ning naturally didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of Tian Wei's preoccupation with her own problems, she directly took Kuang Qian's life.

The formation's effectiveness was limited. After half an hour, Tianwei finally recovered and turned around, only to find that Kuang Qian was already a corpse, cold and lifeless.

Feng Ning looked at her with a smile, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Tianwei glared at her angrily, "Are you trying to make an enemy of our Liuyue Sect?"

Feng Ning chuckled, "Don't take yourself so seriously. You don't represent the Liuyue Sect. Besides... this is just a personal grudge between you and me, it doesn't involve the sect."

Tianwei laughed angrily, "What personal grudge do I have against you! This is clearly just your excuse. You're deliberately trying to harm me and Qian'er."

Feng Ning's lips curled into a barely perceptible sarcasm. "Is that so? Then tell me, where did the spiritual root in her body come from?"

Tianwei was suddenly stunned, and then her eyes changed.

"you you!"

Feng Ning smiled at her, "Tianwei, I've let you live a good life for so many years, and you think I've forgotten the grudge from back then, right?"

She took a few steps back. "What nonsense are you talking about? What spiritual root? I didn't dig up your spiritual root!"

Feng Ning raised an eyebrow. "When did I ever say that my spiritual root had been dug out? You're just admitting it yourself."

Tianwei realized that she had spoken too quickly and inadvertently given herself away, but since there were only the two of them around, she didn't care.

"So what if it is? I just didn't expect you to still be alive. I shouldn't have spared your life in the first place."

Feng Ning's smile deepened. "It's better this way. If you keep putting on airs, I'll find it harder to get revenge."

She flipped her wrist, and an ice-colored longsword appeared in her hand.

"Tianwei, today, you will die."

Tianwei sneered, "Do you think changing the sword will change anything?"

The spiritual energy in Feng Ning's hands surged, almost to the point of being uncontrollable.

"Then you should try it and see if you can handle it."

She channeled her spiritual energy, and a powerful sword intent surged forth.

It made the entire sky a bit brighter.

Those within the sect also noticed this unusual place.

Nian Zhao knew what it was almost instantly.

"Ning'er!"

He immediately took off running, and the sect leader watched his departing figure, somewhat puzzled.

Wen Yao explained, "Feng Ning comprehended sword intent last time and named it Cold Kill. I saw it once before. If you're not mistaken, that was her doing just now."

The sect leader was so shocked that he dropped the chess pieces in his hand. "Sword intent?! She has comprehended sword intent?!"

Wen Yao asked in surprise, "Sect Master doesn't know?"

The sect leader gritted his teeth, "I know nothing! Who told me?"

Wen Yao was also a little embarrassed, "Maybe they've all forgotten."

The sect leader's expression finally softened. "I didn't expect that she would surpass her master. Her master comprehended sword intent at the age of eighteen, and she did it at the age of fifteen. Tianxuan Sect has gained another genius disciple."

Wen Yao also took the opportunity to praise his disciple.

Yao Feibai was eighteen years old and had grasped the essence of swordsmanship, so he wasn't far behind.

The sect leader was even more pleased and said he would reward the two disciples handsomely.

When Nian Zhao arrived, Feng Ning had already pierced Tian Wei's heart.

Before Tianwei died, her face still held an expression of disbelief.

Feng Ning calmly sheathed her sword. "What are you looking at? I think your blood is too dirty and will pollute my sword."

With that, he kicked the person away, crushing her soul in the process.

That bastard is better off dead. He shouldn't be reincarnated in his next life, so he won't harm people again.

She wasn't so kind as to let her enemy be reincarnated and have a second chance.

She had just let out a long sigh when her legs involuntarily buckled and she knelt down.

Nian Zhao was startled and quickly stepped forward to support the person.

"Ning'er!"