The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

The boy's light-colored lips curved into a thin arc, his hand gripping the short sword tightened abruptly, and his somewhat dry, hoarse voice drifted into the surrounding dense forest on the breeze—

"You've all been waiting here for so long, it must have been tough. Why don't we come out and meet? Maybe we can even become friends, given how long you've waited for me."

As soon as the voice fell, the two quiet forests suddenly trembled, as if a gust of wind had swept through. The murderous aura in the air suddenly became incredibly strong. Several clear whistling sounds rang out, followed by a sinister laugh. Dozens of black shadows flew out of the forest like lightning, instantly surrounding the cloaked youth.

"Sikong Jin, haha, I've finally waited for you!"

A sinister voice, carrying endless chill, came from ahead. The flashing blades made it almost impossible for Sikong Jin to open her eyes. She blinked subconsciously and glanced at the masked men in black who were heavily surrounding her. Her delicate brows furrowed before she raised her head to look at the leader of the men in black who was speaking to her.

"People from the Immortal Sound Pavilion?"

Sikong Jin looked at the black-clad leader in front of her and asked in a low voice.

The leader in black laughed arrogantly, "Oh? I didn't expect that you, Lord Sikong, could recognize our identities! Not bad, you have some discernment!"

"Don't you Jianghu forces keep to your own business with the government and the imperial court? Knowing that I am Sikong Jin, you still dare to openly try to kill me? Moreover, your Xianyin Pavilion's unique move, what is it, the one where you step on your right foot with your left foot and shoot upwards with a 'bang' sound, making a buzzing noise like the electric motor of a generator? Anyone who isn't blind or deaf should be able to recognize it, right?"

Sikong Jin gave a mocking sneer and shrugged.

The black-clad leader could naturally hear the sarcasm in Sikong Jin's words. His gloomy gaze immediately darkened, and he gripped his sharp knife tightly, pointing it at Sikong Jin and coldly saying, "You're about to die and you still want to spout nonsense. You really don't know what's good for you!"

Sikong Jin's lips curled into a playful smile. "Damn it, to send all the experts from your Immortal Sound Pavilion out of the woods, I certainly have a lot of influence! Brave man, could you tell me how much silver your employer paid you to assassinate me? So that I can understand my worth before I die, is that too much to ask?"

Upon hearing this, the leader in black paused slightly, his gaze towards Sikong Jin growing even colder. He sneered, "Since you know we are from the Immortal Sound Pavilion, don't you know our Immortal Sound Pavilion's principle of confidentiality towards our clients? It's a pity you can only remain a fool!"

"Are you joking, brave warrior? You talk as if your Immortal Music Pavilion has some kind of principle... Why are you glaring at me like that? You're not convinced? How much silver did the employer pay you to kill me? I'll pay double that. Go kill him for me, how about it?"

"Hmph, do you think we, the Immortal Sound Pavilion, are such fickle people? Brothers, no need to waste words with him, immediately take her head and bring it back to our employer!"

The leader in black brandished his swift blade, a cold and sharp glint flashing in his hand. He then gestured to the men in black behind him, and the dozen or so men in black surrounding him flashed their blades and charged forward with lightning speed.

Sikong Jinxiu's face instantly turned cold, a bloodthirsty and ruthless glint flashing in her eyes. She coldly shouted, "There are quite a few people who want to kill me. Let's see if you have the ability! It seems that your last mission to assassinate me ended in failure. What tricks will you come up with this time?"

Having spoken, he transformed into a black arrow, soaring into the night sky. With a sharp, clear whistle, the crimson sword light pierced the silent night, and the cascading frost seemed abruptly cut off, twisting and contorting, releasing a suffocating chill.

'Ding ding ding! '

A crimson arc of light swept past like a meteor past several silver blades slashing towards him, and a dazzling silver spark suddenly bloomed in the night sky, like a string of shimmering meteors flying across the desolate horizon.

"How arrogant! If the Immortal Sound Pavilion had ever wanted to kill someone, it has never failed!"

The leader in black glanced at Sikong Jin with a deep look in his eyes, then his body trembled, and he leaped into the air, his cold blade flashing with silver light, thrusting straight at Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin stabbed a black-clad man who was trying to sneak up on her in the abdomen with her sword, and then quickly chopped at the man's body with her palm. The black-clad man crashed into the charging black-clad leader like a pile of rags!

"Let's see if I die here tonight, or if none of you leave alive!"

Sikong Jin's previously calm eyes suddenly ignited with a terrifying killing intent. Her sharp and bloodthirsty gaze was like that of a demon from hell, and her aura instantly became frenzied and bloodthirsty, exuding a menacing killing intent.

She had already experienced countless life-or-death battles in recent days, and one more wouldn't matter. Each time, it seemed like she was gambling with her own life; it was either them who died or she, Sikong Jin, would perish. So—

Reckless!

Give it your all!

Fight out!

With a cold laugh, the black figure flashed like a ghost, eerily weaving through the onrushing men in black. The speed of his movements was astonishing; they couldn't even see him strike. The men in black only felt countless black afterimages darting around them. Then, a crimson light burst forth, and a blood-red spark appeared eerily in the night sky. Almost instantly, the spark rapidly expanded, transforming into a dazzling sphere of light. Within this sphere, thousands of gleaming blades whizzed and weaved swiftly through the men in black's sight.

'what! '

'Ah ah—'

As a shrill scream rang out, countless sticky, hot, and scum-like particles suddenly flew into the air. A thick, nauseating smell of blood quickly filled the air. The men in black who rushed forward felt large patches of warm, scum-like particles constantly hitting their faces. They instinctively reached out and wiped their faces, only to find scattered bits of flesh stained with blood!

The dazzling blade light swept across the scene with a treacherous and bloodthirsty ferocity. Severed fingers, broken arms, and fragments of bones flew in all directions like rain. The sky that was pouring down was instantly dyed red. In the blink of an eye, the area within three zhang around Sikong Jin became a scene of carnage, with the pile of limb fragments on the ground already an inch thick, and blood flowing like a river.

terrible!

Shura!

devil!

A devil from hell!