The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

Beautiful yet terrifying, the splashing water alone was enough to shatter half the city.

Before they could even get close to the city wall, they had already scattered and crashed to the ground, turning the area outside the city into a swamp.

Hidden behind the giant waves was a dark blue python. Perhaps just a moment ago it was swimming in the surging, tsunami-like waves, stirring up these towering waves, trying to submerge the entire Changcheng Prefecture.

But the next second, as the giant waves crashed down, its form was revealed in mid-air.

It had two bulges on its head, and it shook its head, looking around in confusion.

The shadows spread out beneath the lightning.

The demons standing bustling in the street also witnessed this scene, their cold, beastly eyes still fixed on the three of them.

But all their attention was focused on the crystal-clear water sword in the girl's hand, watching the radiance flowing on the sword and the moon-white aura emanating from it.

The fair fingers and the long sword complemented each other, and her exquisite face remained calm and serene, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

If I had to describe it in a single line of poetry, it would probably be...

A beauty like jade, a sword like a rainbow.

The beastly eyes, which should have been filled with malice, were now replaced by fear.

No matter how beautiful the scene, it's not something they can appreciate, since this person is standing right in front of them.

To ordinary people, they seem like immortal beings, but to them, they are deadly Yama, the King of Hell.

That snow-white dress wasn't much prettier than the white robes of the White Impermanence.

The last demon took a small step back, but its movement triggered a chain reaction, like the falling of dominoes.

The demons began to flee desperately, running towards the outskirts of the city.

At this point, nobody cares about saving face anymore. In fact, what is face worth compared to life?

The demons fled in panic.

"Don't run! Stop them over there!" The giant python in the sky, seeing the demons fleeing, instantly had its bewildered expression replaced by rage.

The giant wave that had been prepared for who knows how long was easily cut through, and the measures that had been hoped to transform him into a dragon through water were gone. He felt like a clown on a stage, entertaining others.

It hadn't cared about Bai Qian before and had been avoiding her because it was certain that as long as it successfully transformed into a dragon through water, it wouldn't matter if there were three more Bai Qians; it could handle them all.

but why?

Its gaze seemed to linger on the trace of that sword, as if it were still replaying the scene of the giant wave being cleaved in two.

That brilliant talent was like a peerless sword strike.

That inexplicable humiliation and anger just erupted in my heart.

It stared at Bai Qian.

That sword strike was definitely not normal. The giant wave it created had already exceeded the level of the third realm of divine intent. According to normal logic, only the fourth realm should be able to block it, but she managed to cleave it open with a single sword strike.

This power definitely doesn't belong to her; she absolutely cannot use a second sword strike.

The water vapor shattered the demon that had run the furthest away.

"Don't leave! Get her! Pile her up and kill her!" It stared at Bai Qian and said each word in a chilling tone.

Upon hearing this, the demons were naturally extremely unwilling, but because they were already under Qinglang's control due to the formation, they could only turn around and hesitate as they looked at the white-skirted girl opposite them.

Running away is definitely not realistic; Qinglang is monitoring the battle from the sky, and running away will only lead to your death faster.

But if we don't run...

They couldn't help but glance at the little tyrant opposite them.

It seems that he is not much worse than Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence).

"Make your move," the giant python soaring in the sky said coldly.

The demons had no choice but to charge over.

Bai Qian gripped the longsword, but instead of swinging it, she made the water sword in her hand dissipate.

He went to meet them bare-handed.

Upon seeing this scene, the demon was overjoyed and made a judgment somewhat similar to Qinglang's.

Whoever unleashed that sword strike would undoubtedly suffer a tremendous loss, and the current situation perfectly confirms this conjecture.

Their initial fear subsided considerably, their courage returned, and they dared to take action. One by one, they began to reveal their ferocious appearance again, and demonic energy raged through the air.

Upon seeing this, Bai Qian simply walked slowly forward.

A jet-black tiger demon charged towards Bai Qian, its deformed teeth bared, and it lunged at her with a fierce bite. Its size was almost twice that of Bai Qian, and its shadow was enough to envelop her completely.

Her black hair was soaked by the rain, lightning flashed, and Bai Qian stretched out her five fingers.

Before that gaping maw could reach him, he punched the tiger demon in the chest.

The layers of muscles were completely useless at this moment, and a depression first appeared in the tiger demon's chest cavity.

The so-called demonic power had absolutely no effect on this unreasonable force. Blood splattered from its back, its internal organs were smashed to pieces by the punch, and with the massive impact, its entire chest cavity was shattered and ejected.

Fragments of the filth struck the goat demon behind it, causing the goat demon to pause in its forward charge.

The ferocity that had been gradually rising dissipated upon seeing the tiger demon's corpse lying limp on the ground.

Subconsciously, it wanted to make a different choice, but Bai Qian was already beside it.

White shoes trod across the ground, stepping on the bloodstains mixed with rainwater.

The slender fingers had already removed the bright red, still-beating heart without anyone noticing.

The sheep demon looked at the still-beating heart held between the girl's fingers, and looked confused.

I subconsciously touched my chest and found a hole in it.

As it watched those five fingers crush its heart, it collapsed to the ground in despair.

The demons charging forward also witnessed this scene. The demon at the very front stopped in its tracks, realizing what kind of Yama King it was facing.

But the demons in front are always being swept up by the demons behind and can't stop.

They kept rushing towards the girl in the white dress.

Bai Qian simply stretched out her five fingers and walked forward step by step.

Stepping over one corpse after another, the white shoes contrasted sharply with the bright red blood on the ground.

Severed limbs are everywhere, but what is more common is their fear.

The last few demons, ignoring Qinglang's shouts from above, fled.

Staggering, they looked less like demons and more like refugees fleeing from disaster.

Qinglang stared at the fleeing demons, remaining silent and not making a move. Not only them, but to be honest, it was also afraid.

Bai Qian pinched her fingers together, holding a thin strand of rain between her fingertips, and flicked it casually.

The demons that had turned their backs to it and fled were all cut in half at the waist and lay neatly in the rain.

After doing all this, Bai Qian looked up at the blue waves in the sky.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a burst of blue light, and a large blue seal crashed down with the force of a mountain collapse.

Qinglang looked at the magic seal, but before it could even think about how to deal with Bai Qian after it was formed,

Upon seeing the Dharma seal, it suddenly shattered.

She clenched her fair, small fist and punched the magic seal, shattering it in the process.

If that were all, it might be alright, but the problem is...

She didn't stop. She threw a punch, and the powerful force of the punch rose into the air and rushed towards Qinglang, like a candle suddenly illuminating a dark room and Qinglang's pale face, like the clouds parting to reveal the sun.

At its zenith.

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Volume 1: Chapter 205, Begging for mercy? Ignored.

Just a second ago, Qinglang was genuinely furious with the demons he controlled.

After all, these demons were indeed quite infuriating.

He's so timid and fearful.

If only I hadn't been so afraid from the beginning, and had just taken action...

Although it seems there's not much difference.

To that person, it made no difference whether there was one demon or a hundred demons.

For Bai Qian, it just means it will take a little more time.

What angered it was that the plan was about to succeed, but someone had to come and stop it.

It's only half done, but only half.

After planning for over a hundred years to transform into a dragon, he ultimately failed. However, he still managed to take this opportunity to reach the border of the four realms of demon kings and even venture inside.

But the gap between successfully transforming into a dragon and failing to do so still made it almost want to vomit blood and die.

He frantically tried to unleash all his demonic power, wanting to shatter that white-clad figure into dust.

As a result, the person was not broken.

But she threw a punch.

Like the rising sun, its magnificent and glorious light made its so-called revenge a joke.

Its slender body twisted in mid-air, trying to dodge the powerful punch, but no matter how it moved, it was all in vain.

Struck by a punch, the city wall collapsed amidst a violent scream.

A punch landed, falling from the sky and crashing into the city wall, causing half of the wall to collapse, its body buried in bricks and dust.

The pain, as sharp as bone marrow, coursed through his entire body, but Qinglang instead laughed.

As expected, it was different from what I had anticipated, but not by much.

That sword strike that seemed to cleave the sea was just a coincidence; she couldn't possibly deliver that strike again.

This punch was terrifying; it couldn't withstand it.

However, if it's just this one punch, it only represents the peak of the third realm, and doesn't even touch the threshold of the fourth realm demon king.

Although he was knocked down from the air by a punch, it was alright, he had a way to deal with it.

With that thought in mind, Qinglang quickly raised his body and his huge head, already having a plan to deal with Bai Qian.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the girl in the white dress standing on the ruins of the city wall, looking down at him from a high place.

He subconsciously opened his mouth, and the water ball sprayed out, but it exploded in the air after only flying halfway.

Bai Qian looked down at Qinglang with her sleeves hanging down, her smooth chin raised.

Qinglang looked at Bai Qian with a gloomy face, realizing a very crucial problem.

Although the previous attack from the fourth realm was just a coincidence, there is no doubt that... the strength of that peak third realm cultivator, which is even more terrifying than that of an ordinary [Tribulation] cultivator, is absolutely genuine.

This is the key issue it needs to address right now.

Its enormous body emitted a clear light and, instead of growing larger, began to slowly shrink.

It was clearly realized that maintaining this large and bloated body was of absolutely no use in solving the current situation.

On the contrary, such a large body is like a target, and if it is not restrained, it will definitely not get the better of it.

Its body began to shrink rapidly, and as the blue light spread, Qinglang transformed into a woman in blue clothes standing in the ruins. The black and blue snake scales on its body gathered together, and its sharp vertical pupils kept contracting. Its breathing was not quite normal.

I am still experiencing the changes in my body at this moment.

Although the transformation into a dragon through water was halted halfway through, it was still at least halfway done.

It had been claiming to the outside world that it had reached the fourth realm, but only it knew that only now, having successfully transformed into a dragon, could it truly be considered a fourth-realm demon king.

Since the transformation into a dragon is only half complete, it cannot be considered part of the fourth realm; it can only be described as half.