The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

The Black-Scaled Serpent Demon respected the strong, and since the opponent had just displayed such power, it naturally showed some respect in return.

But only some.

Bai Qian, who was sizing up the snake demon that now looked like a giant, was stunned when she heard this. Looking at it, a rare look of surprise appeared on her delicate face.

It seemed the Black-Scaled Serpent Demon didn't want to waste its breath. Its massive tail swayed on the ground as it swam toward them.

His arms, like those of a giant elephant, were raised.

"Don't do anything, run!" A frantic female voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

The black-scaled snake demon paused upon hearing this. It naturally recognized the voice; how could it not recognize its boss's voice?

But what did it mean by saying that?

Subconsciously, I began to think about what my eldest son meant.

Run? Run for what? I can't possibly say that this girl, who might not even be able to see my head if she looks up, can beat me, can I?

My boss is good in every way, except he's too cautious. He's always thinking about all sorts of things. If he were like me, solving problems with his fists first, the entire Changhe County might be their territory by now.

After pausing for a moment, the black-scaled serpent demon continued swimming forward, its arms outstretched, layers of muscles surging. It swam slowly, but it looked as if it were carrying a mountain.

Bai Qian looked at the Black Scaled Serpent Demon, but her main focus was not on it, but on the phantom that was gathering not far away.

It was the figure of a woman dressed in green.

Bai Qian glanced at her before turning her gaze back to the Black Scaled Serpent Demon.

She thought for a moment, then casually pinched her long, slender, white fingers together.

Dense water vapor gathers at the five fingers, forming a vortex, which then elongates and gathers.

It transformed into a weapon resembling a long staff, as elusive as mist.

The black-scaled snake demon also noticed the long staff that Bai Qian was slowly raising. It was not afraid, but simply raised its arms. As it approached Bai Qian, its aura was accumulating and gathering.

"Fool." It heard its boss say this.

Its arms were raised high, and it hadn't had time to come down yet.

Bai Qian slammed down the long staff first.

It felt its mind go black.

It was described as painful, but the sensation disappeared immediately, followed by a chilling, earth-shattering sound; it felt as if all the bones in my body had shattered in that instant.

The chest cavity and neck exploded together, and the seemingly tough muscles now became a cage binding the steamer. The flesh and blood could not burst out from this tough skin, but instead began to splatter and burst within its body.

The red and white were mixed together, and it still maintained the posture of raising its arms, but as layers of flesh peeled off and shattered, the arms also fell down.

Even so, the Black Scale Serpent Demon was not dead yet; the life force brought by its supernatural powers allowed it to barely survive.

Its flesh and blood writhed, and it looked at Bai Qian as if it wanted to say something.

Its flesh and blood writhed, still trying to fight back.

Bai Qian slowly walked forward, her shoes stepping on the air, the water vapor turning into steps to support the girl's walking in mid-air. Bai Qian reached the huge body of the Black Scale Snake Demon and stretched out her fair palm.

It easily sliced ​​through the seemingly tough scales and disappeared into the flesh.

Grasp its vertebrae and pull gently.

The black-scaled snake demon transformed into a magnificent rain of mist before Bai Qian.

Without the support of bones, the flesh turned into a bloody pulp, spreading in all directions. The skin could no longer withstand the internal turmoil, turning into a tattered, drafty rag.

Blood and flesh fall into the misty rain, merging into this tranquil place.

Bai Qian, holding the vertebra in her hand, then looked at the woman in green.

The woman in green felt a sudden jolt when she saw Bai Qian looking over.

The figure quickly began to fade.

But it was too late.

With her dark eyes fixed on her, Bai Qian appeared before her in an instant.

He casually tossed the blood-red vertebra in his hand, pinning the disappearing figure of the woman in blue to the spot.

Then a gentle breeze caressed my face.

Bai Qian found its location.

Volume 1: Chapter 153, Kneeling

The woman in blue was easy to guess; in the entire Changcheng Manor, there was probably no one whose identity was easier to guess.

Given her connection to the snake demon, the highly recognizable clone, and the fact that Bai Qian had seen her before in the underworld, it's easy to guess who she is.

The leader of Qinglang, who was the giant python that Bai Qian had previously turned into two pieces in the underworld.

Bai Qian didn't care. Whether it was true or not, there was nothing she needed to pay attention to. All she needed to know was whether the other side was an enemy or not, and whether she needed to raise her sword.

Humans die when they are killed, and so do demons; no matter what their identity is, it doesn't matter—it's all equal.

If there's anything to worry about, it's simply how many times you need to be stabbed and whether the blood will splatter on you.

"You've destroyed quite a lot of things for our Qinglang Gang," the woman said, looking at Bai Qian and emphasizing each word.

The Black-Scaled Serpent Demon may not recognize Bai Qian, but she might.

The reason for not mentioning other things is simply because I know these things, and Bai Qian knows them too.

Even if we bring it up here, what difference will it make?

Is it to make Bai Qian feel guilty, or to slow down her actions?

No, that's not the case. Since that's the case, there's no need to say anything more.

The reason he didn't tell his subordinates about Bai Qian's information was because he figured it wouldn't make a difference, since they couldn't control the situation anyway.

Like now, he's been easily beaten into pieces.

"I don't know where He found you, but you should also know that if you're with Him, you probably won't have many days left," the woman said sarcastically.

"He is in this cave now. Let me think what he is doing, sharing his power with you?" I guessed what was happening almost instantly.

It is an enemy of the river god, but that does not prevent it from maintaining a certain degree of respect for the river god.

Since there is respect, it is still possible to guess what Chenghe God wants to do.

“Things have come to this point, doing all this is just a desperate struggle. If He had handed over the authority to me earlier, things might be easier now,” Qinglang said, standing still.

She remained calm despite Bai Qian's cold gaze.

This is normal. After all, this is just an avatar projection. Since it doesn't have much power, even if Bai Qian kills it, it won't affect the real body. In fact, it might even give us a glimpse into the other party's true power.

“His ideas may not come true, and the final method to get rid of that thing will most likely fail. In that case, you might as well turn to me. I can assure you that your next idea will definitely come true,” Qinglang continued.

"There won't be any danger. If that thing is really released, there will be powerful demons from Liangdu to protect us." This is why Qinglang is so confident.

Even now, with the demons of the Green Wave Gang joining forces, it can only barely compare to the River God of the past. If it were only like this, it certainly wouldn't have come to fight the River God to the death.

But it has powerful backers; the demons of Liangdu support it. So even though its strength is much weaker than that of Chenghe God, it dares to stand up to Chenghe God.

The Great Demon of Liangdu?

Bai Qian glanced at Qing Lang, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

The demon rank of Liangdu is probably much higher than imagined, but we can only find out its exact strength after we fight it.

She was now even more curious about what Qinglang had mentioned.

But Qinglang refused to say.

Or rather, it wasn't very willing to explain this to Bai Qian.

After all, there's no need to fear Bai Qian; this body is essentially just a backup.

Bai Qian can kill if she wants; it can still produce hundreds or thousands of such projected bodies tomorrow.

"Please don't ask anymore, I won't tell you even if you do," she admitted frankly.

"Unless you choose to stand with me, this is how it is. We won't reveal these things to you."

"He is just a discarded relic of the past, neither worthy of your hopes nor your help." This does indeed imply that Bai Qian should join it.

Bai Qian listened to Qing Lang's words, but she seemed to be deep in thought.

To be honest, she didn't expect Qinglang to provide any detailed or useful information, but now it seems that even a little bit of information from Qinglang would be enough.

Based on what Qinglang has revealed so far, even if it's just some selective information, it's enough for Bai Qian to judge the current situation of Changcheng Mansion.

Seeing that Qinglang was still talking, Bai Qian slowly raised her hand.

Qinglang didn't care. Even if Bai Qian took action, it would only result in the loss of one projection, which would be of no harm or significance to it. It could replenish hundreds or thousands of similar projections at any time.

A fair, delicate hand gently touched Qinglang's forehead, and a refined, translucent aura rippled outwards like a flower.

The terrifying impact penetrated Qinglang's body, like a giant wave surging within the woman's body, destroying everything in its path and all obstacles in its way.

It first felt its body lose its responsiveness, and then involuntarily knelt down in front of Bai Qian.

Her two legs were deeply embedded in the ground, as if it were meant to be. Bai Qian stood in front of her, and at this moment she was about a head shorter than Bai Qian, and could only look up at the white-clad girl in front of her.

Bai Qian gently touched his forehead, and as he knelt down, it was like a baptismal gesture from some religious sect.

Qinglang realized something and began to struggle, its body shaking constantly, trying to break free from the restraints that were binding it.

He knelt firmly on the ground, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, still wanting to say more.

But I couldn't say it, and it wasn't because of what happened here.

It was simply because of the girl's hand that was pressed against his forehead at that moment.

The pure white radiance was beautiful enough to behold at a glance, but at this moment, Qinglang felt only an inexplicable terror.

"If..." it didn't finish its sentence.

Because the girl's fingers pierced through its body.

There was nothing to say.

This might work against other methods; it has other ways, but in front of Bai Qian at this moment...

Kneeling before Bai Qian, it tilted its head back, and everything in its mind was shattered in that instant, along with its upper body.

There was no need to use any other means; simply pressing down with physical force would have shattered his knees, which were now firmly embedded in the ground.

It didn't care, after all, it hadn't planned to preserve this body in the first place.

Feeling her body break apart, her breath gradually flowed into the air, towards Bai Qian at this moment.

Qinglang was stunned.

It distinctly sensed a slight discord, and the moment it noticed it, the discord turned into pain.

Yes, it was pain, an indescribable pain emanating from this thread.

One end of the thread was Bai Qian's finger, and the other end was her own side.

A terrifying pain followed.

There was no connection whatsoever, but now a connection has been created out of thin air and placed here.

Bai Qian watched as the body kneeling before her began to crack, and then the cracks widened until the person turned into fragile porcelain.

Just like the green waves at this moment.

Bai Qian looked down at it, and it shattered into pieces, one, two, three, then one, two, three pieces...

The upper body peeled away layer by layer, skin and flesh turning into powder, the texture and blood merging together, then solidifying into mottled fragments that fell away.

Only his lower body remained kneeling on the ground, quietly kneeling before Bai Qian.

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I'm so sorry QAQ, I'm not feeling well today. I spent ages writing the second update and I'm still not satisfied. I'll make up for the third update during the holiday. I'm so sorry (bowing).

Volume 1: Chapter 154, The Bright Spirit Body