There are too many ruthless, domineering women who are considered "losers"!

As the giant Buddha head appeared, a golden lotus phantom materialized, and the snow within a ten-mile radius melted away.

Gu Wushuang, dressed in purple, held the Blood-Slaying Sword in her hand. Her sleeves fluttered in the air, and her beautiful face remained calm and serene.

Facing the Golden Sun Dharma King, he sneered, "I never imagined that the dignified Golden Sun Dharma King, a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, would become the Demon Queen's lackey. What kind of magic does that woman possess that makes your entire Great Yuan Dynasty willing to sacrifice its national destiny to worship her?"

The Golden Sun Dharma King walked through the air, wearing a crimson robe and sporting a thick black beard. He rubbed his dragon and tiger prayer beads back and forth, his emotions unmoved by the other party's few words.

He smiled faintly: "This is our own family matter, so you don't need to worry about it, young lady."

"As for this young lady, she is so young, only a hundred years old, yet she has cultivated to the tenth level of supernatural powers. In the entire Central Plains, such people can be counted on one hand. I wonder whose disciple she is and from whom she was taught. It would be bad if a misunderstanding occurred."

Gu Wushuang sneered, "There's no need to test them. My master said that if you don't have the ability, you'll die out there and have to bear the consequences yourself."

The Golden Sun Dharma King put away his smile and said indifferently, "You are indeed a fearless junior, but it's a pity that your cultivation level is so low."

After speaking, the Golden Sun Dharma King flicked his sleeve, and countless golden Sanskrit characters flowed along his crimson robe, converging into a long river. The golden mantra transformed into a giant hand, intending to capture Gu Wushuang.

Gu Wushuang did not sit idly by and wait for her death; she drew her sword in an instant.

The speed at which the sword is drawn is too fast to be seen with the naked eye.

A streak of red light shot into the sky, and sword energy swept across the mountain, shattering the majestic and imposing golden Buddha's hand.

A graceful figure in purple robes once again stood tall between heaven and earth.

"You've got some skills."

The Golden Sun Dharma King narrowed his eyes, no longer holding back, and a bowl flew out from his sleeve, growing infinitely large enough to hold a mountain.

If possible, he still wanted to capture this demoness alive.

Gu Wushuang's face remained serene and calm, unmoved. She closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, and she gently placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, seemingly casually swinging it.

In an instant, a slash that pierced through the entire snowfield of the Dry Dragon Cliff appeared in the void. After the slash appeared, pale purple flames scorched the snowfield, causing much of the ice and snow to melt.

This sword was aimed at the towering bronze alms bowl.

"Thump!!"

With a powerful strike, the sword energy and the bronze wall of the alms bowl emitted a loud buzzing sound.

The sound was so loud that the snow on the mountains within a radius of thirty miles collapsed.

With a single sword strike, a light drizzle began to fall on the Dry Dragon Cliff.

The power of this sword was so great that Lu Chang'an nearly collapsed to the ground, utterly shocked.

Can a person really cultivate themselves to such a level?

This really proves what Gu Wushuang said.

The capital city has too many constraints.

If war were to break out in the capital, half of the entire Yuan capital would likely be destroyed.

Countless innocent people will die.

Only now did Lu Chang'an believe that Gu Wushuang was truly not afraid of the Golden Sun Dharma King when they were in the capital, not because she dared not fight him, but because she could not fight him.

Gu Wushuang stood opposite the Golden Sun Dharma King and said calmly, "Old bald monk, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them all."

Even the usually composed King Jinyang was now somewhat annoyed.

After cultivating for hundreds of years, he was looked down upon by a junior.

He was angry, but he wasn't so foolish as to lose his mind.

The skill level of this sword strike is unmatched by many in the entire world.

Perhaps only the young lord of Wanxiang City in the Western Shu Kingdom can compare to him.

The Golden Sun Dharma King snorted coldly: "If I don't show some real skills, I'll really be outdone by you juniors."

No sooner had he uttered these words than he waved his hand, and his crimson robe instantly flew out, transforming into a blanket that covered the sky.

Don't even think about capturing him alive now; whether he lives or dies is entirely up to fate.

He stood atop the golden Buddha head and reached out his hand. The Buddha statue, mimicking his gesture, reached out towards Gu Wushuang.

Only now did Gu Wushuang become serious.

The Primordial Spirit Realm is the strongest.

This is naturally due to the primordial spirit's Dharma form.

Those who enter the primordial spirit condense into an infant, cultivate their Dharma form, manifest their true self, and transcend the world to become unique.

While the Nascent Soul Realm is indeed powerful, it doesn't mean that Gu Wushuang would be afraid of him.

Gu Wushuang placed two fingers together on her forehead and took out a drop of blood from between her eyebrows.

He sprinkled blood onto his natal flying sword, which was instantly refined.

In an instant, Gu Wushuang's aura surged, and purple flames shot into the sky from her body, unstoppable.

A towering female figure appeared behind him, her appearance almost identical to that of the Golden Sun Dharma King. Her posture was the same as Gu Wushuang's, assuming a sword-wielding stance. The Heaven-Opening Sword was like a sword immortal descending to earth, dazzlingly beautiful.

Gu Wushuang stood in the void, sword in hand, gritting her teeth, and said:

"Give me—cut this world apart!"

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At this moment, at Mount Rakshasa, the Demon Ancestor.

Above the mountain gate, purple mist swirled, and demonic energy permeated the air.

A streak of green light descended through the air. Upon seeing the commotion, the fellow disciples all came out to greet it, respectfully calling out:

"Greetings, Elder Lü Qing!"

Lu Qing landed, but her expression was very anxious.

Because she had just received a text message from her senior sister, this assassination attempt in the capital was likely to end badly.

If those big shots get involved, even if my senior sister doesn't die, she'll be badly injured.

Although this assassination was a task assigned by the patriarch.

But my senior sister is, after all, the acting sect leader. If she gets injured, it will affect the foundation of the sect.

We must report this matter to our ancestor.

"Has the Ancestor emerged from seclusion yet?"

Seeing the elder's urgency, the others dared not delay and immediately replied, "He has not yet emerged from seclusion, but he said that he is not in complete seclusion and can report any urgent matters."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in Lü Qing's eyes.

Once again, it transformed into a long, emerald-green rainbow and headed towards Mount Rakshasa, where the ancestor resided.

"Disciple Lü Qing requests an audience with the Ancestor!"

"My senior sister's assassination attempt on the Demon Queen in the capital may have failed. The Demon Queen has even enlisted the help of a Nascent Soul Realm expert. We beg the Ancestor to take this matter seriously!"

Lu Qing knelt before the ancestral mountain gate, but received no response for a long time.

Until half an incense stick later.

A clear, ethereal female voice echoed from the mountains.

"Who dares to kill my disciple?"

Rakshasa Demon Ancestor, one of the top ten giants of the current demonic sect, and the master of Rakshasa Demon Ancestor Mountain.

With the patriarch's intervention, Senior Sister's life is certainly not in danger.

Green Qing's face lit up with joy, and she quickly replied, "Reporting to Ancestor Qi, it is the Golden Sun Dharma King of the Great Yuan Dynasty!"

"That old bald monk Jin Yang, how many moves could he possibly withstand from me?"

"Don't underestimate Wushuang; she will be able to return to the sect on her own."

Green Qing's expression changed. It seemed that the ancestor didn't want to get involved. She felt that her senior sister alone could handle the situation.

She quickly said, "But Senior Sister also kidnapped the young emperor of the Yuan Dynasty!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this news, the woman's ethereal and indifferent voice suddenly showed some fluctuation.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Have you thoroughly investigated the background of the person I sent to the capital to investigate?"

Luqing didn't understand why the old ancestor changed the subject, but she still answered truthfully: "The investigation has been completed. The current emperor is indeed the son of the former empress, but the identity of his father remains highly suspicious."

"What's the doubt?"

Lu Qing hesitated and said, "The current emperor... seems... not to have been born to the late emperor."

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