The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

Without supernatural powers or domains, all that's left is a body comparable to the fourth realm.

It is certainly no match for the normal Four Realms, but it is better for dealing with this girl now.

As Qinglang thought this, he looked up at Bai Qian.

The girl's white shoes lightly touched the ground in mid-air before falling from above, her fist clenched.

Qinglang retreated, not intending to engage Bai Qian in hand-to-hand combat at this moment.

Although this physical body is the most terrifying thing right now, it is not good at it, so why use its weakness to attack its strength?

The water vapor gathered in this direction, and Bai Qian and Qing Lang simultaneously controlled half of the water vapor.

On one side, she gathered all the water vapor into her fist, while on the other side, she distributed the water vapor in front of her, turning it into an extremely heavy pressure that rushed towards Bai Qian opposite her.

Bai Qian simply watched this scene indifferently, her fists pounding relentlessly.

In fact, the water vapor barrier constructed by Qinglang was completely ineffective, as it was easily breached.

Qinglang's retreating steps were completely ineffective.

A blue talisman array unfolded beneath his feet, and demonic energy rose from the array, rushing towards Bai Qian. However, before it could reach Bai Qian's side, it was dispersed by the immense aura and blood energy.

Strands of hair danced in the strong wind, and the small fist drew ever closer.

Water vapor swirled and danced in both directions, transforming into an upward-moving, water-colored tornado.

He raised his hand and blocked Bai Qian's attack.

Although he blocked the straight punch, Qinglang felt as if he were inside a giant bell, with terrifying vibrations echoing in his ears.

Limbs collided with each other, and the right arm that was blocking in front of him had lost all feeling.

This is unimaginable. My body is now almost equivalent to the fourth realm. Even if my realm hasn't kept up, it shouldn't be like this.

The commonly used phrase "dragon and elephant power" is just an adjective, but in Qinglang's view, the dragon and elephant power of the person in front of him was not just an adjective, but a terrifying power that was indeed surging within that slender and petite body.

He hesitated for a moment, then watched as Bai Qian clenched her other fist.

It no longer hesitated; scales grew, and water vapor burst forth.

But even before the moisture had completely dissipated, it hadn't had time to mobilize its demonic power.

The white shoe kicked him hard in the abdomen, causing the normally flowing demonic energy to falter slightly.

Before it could do anything, the pale fingers gripped its throat.

The so-called dragon body played its greatest role at this moment. If it were any ordinary monster, its throat would probably have been crushed by now.

Bai Qian tiptoed, grabbed Qing Lang by the throat, and then slammed him heavily to the ground.

It fell to the ground like a broken rag doll.

Water vapor condensed in mid-air, turning into sharp blades that rushed towards Bai Qian. Bai Qian was too lazy to pay attention to them, and the seemingly sharp water blades made contact with her fair skin.

Water splashed, wetting her dress, which clung to her skin.

Bai Qian simply bent down and raised her fist to punch Qing Lang in the face.

A punch pierced through the water vapor barrier and landed on his face.

Contrary to expectations, its head did not explode. Instead, it took the hit squarely, leaving numerous cracks in the ground beneath its head.

"You can't kill me, I am a descendant of the current Emperor of Liang." It began to stammer, if it hadn't felt anything before and even thought those demons were incompetent and annoying.

When the fist came at it, it realized it was really going to die.

Fear crept silently up its spine.

"If you kill me, there will be nowhere for you to hide in the entire Great Liang." He started uttering strange and incoherent words.

"I'll go find it later," Bai Qian replied casually, clenching her fist and striking down again.

Qinglang's face was distorted by a punch, and Bai Qian frowned slightly.

It was indeed quite tough. I used most of my strength; a normal demon would have been crushed by the first punch.

It tried to struggle, but as soon as it raised its arms, it was stomped on by the white shoes until it lost all feeling. Then, with a forceful tear, the arms, which were indeed more than ten times harder than those of a normal demon, were still torn off by Bai Qian.

Azure blood and snake scales gushed out, splashing onto Bai Qian's cheeks and drawing an eerie blue blood flower.

"Don't kill me, what do you want?" Qinglang's tone was much lower.

Bai Qian didn't speak, but simply raised its other arm and squeezed it tightly with both hands as if pulling up a radish.

Tear off its other arm.

Qinglang did not give up his last glimmer of hope and tried to make a final struggle.

As a result, the water sphere that had just condensed was crushed by the girl's white shoes.

She looked down at Qinglang beneath her, her eyes calm and undisturbed, still looking down at him with an air of superiority.

"I have a lot of spirit crystals, as well as Yin coins and magic artifacts hidden in my place. If you want to release them..." At this point, in order to survive, he didn't care about saving face anymore. He might even let it lick his shoes, and after hesitating, he would probably just act directly.

Before he could finish speaking, the shoe fell again.

His face was stepped on by the sole of the shoe, and he couldn't speak.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The scariest thing is...

The force pressing down on its face was increasing, and it realized with horror what was happening. It gathered the demonic energy within its body and tried to make this last struggle.

But as soon as the demonic energy surged out of its body, it was completely swallowed up by the all-pervasive moon-white flames around it. The power within the dragon's body was utterly powerless against the white-dressed girl who was stepping on it.

He gradually increased the force, despair filling his heart. His face slowly deformed with the mountain-like weight, and eerie green blood flowed from his seven orifices.

It opened its mouth, trying to use this last chance to beg for mercy.

But feeling that cold, emotionless gaze devoid of any inorganic quality, it said nothing.

"It won't..." He didn't even finish the last sentence.

The white shoe pressed down on its face until the last string snapped, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and then the shoe sank into its skull.

The shoe landed firmly on the ground, crushing the woman's head with a single step. The bone and blue color contrasted sharply with the blood-stained shoe, making it resemble a bewitching flower.

The headless corpse lay on the ground, submerged by the rain.

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Volume 1: Chapter 206, Stepped on by Master Qian?

The rain continued to fall, slowly soaking and submerging the headless corpse on the ground.

The dust kicked up by the ruins was washed away by the rain and fell to the ground. Bai Qian bent down and touched her shoes, which were completely stained with bluish-green blood, with her finger. Although the rain had cleaned up some of it, the remaining part was indeed difficult to clean.

He glanced casually at the headless corpse on the ground and checked the panel.

After Qinglang died, he added nearly three hundred years to his demonic lifespan.

As for the lifespan of demons, there is actually very little left. It was all added to [Sword Qi Flourishing], which is why this martial art was forcibly raised to the level of mastery.

With the lifespan of these demonic creatures given by Qinglang, I wonder if it will allow [Sword Qi to advance further].

The power that Qinglang just displayed was quite impressive. At least from Bai Qian's perspective, although those magical abilities to manipulate water vapor posed no obstacle to her, his body was indeed resilient enough.

Compared to the demons of the past, these were noticeably harder. Since cultivating the [Bright Spirit Body], this was the first time Bai Qian had encountered something so hard.

Using [Sword Qi Surge] might be enough to cleave Qinglang in two with a single strike, but there's really no need for that.

[Sword Qi Surge] consumes some energy; even Bai Qian can only use it two or three times at most. She could indeed use it just now, but...

Since we can just crush Qinglang with our fists and shoes like this, there's no need to waste our energy. We can save it for something to eat.

What might be puzzling is that this creature has absolutely no backbone. After being trampled underfoot, it immediately began to beg for mercy, making it even more spineless than many of the demons encountered before.

Perhaps it's because the more powerful one is, the more one cherishes their life? The longer one lives, the less one wants to die? Then I wonder what the situation is with the Liang Dynasty emperor that Bai Qian often heard about.

Previously, Bai Qian didn't care much about this emperor. After all, whatever kind of emperor he was or how he governed the country was none of her business. But now, perhaps because she had heard about him more often, Bai Qian had become somewhat interested.

The rain pattered against her body, gradually soaking her clothes. Bai Qian wasn't quite used to the damp feeling.

"Sir, are you alright?" Pei Huan hurriedly ran over with an umbrella.

I walked across the streets littered with corpses, and trod over the pools of blood that had become a river.

She didn't get close just now, because given her combat strength, rushing in would be tantamount to giving the opponent an opening.

Bai Qian's only weakness is herself.

Pei Huan was well aware of this, so she had been hiding to the side until now, after seeing Qing Lang dealt with, she dared to show her face.

Bai Qian shook her head, staring blankly at Qinglang's corpse on the ground for a moment.

Pei Huan took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood left by Qing Lang on Bai Qian's cheek. He also tidied up Bai Qian's slightly disheveled clothes. His fingers touched the rain-soaked clothes, as if he could touch the girl's delicate skin through the wet clothes.

I instinctively squeezed it a couple of times; it felt as smooth as milk.

Pei Huan's mind began to wander uncontrollably, and she started thinking about all sorts of random things.

Actually, it's not impossible that the person who was just stepped on by Master Qian could have been her.

"I'm gone." A cold voice interrupted Pei Huan's daydreams, and Bai Qian glanced at the person with a detached look.

"Ah, oh." Pei Huan nodded quickly, tidied Bai Qian's long hair, and then obediently followed behind her.

"It just died like that?" He turned and glanced at the headless corpse again.

As a result, they saw the corpse of a giant python lying in the ruins, exposed to the rainwater.

Qinglang had always been a nightmare for the entire Changcheng Prefecture, but in the end, he was trampled to death like a roadside dummy.

Although Pei Huan knew that this was because it was facing Bai Qian, if it were facing any other person or martial artist besides Bai Qian, the situation would probably be completely reversed.

"Probably, I'll have to go to its place later." Bai Qian nodded, not forgetting what Qinglang had said before he died.

According to it, there might be something hidden in its dwelling; we can go and take a look.

"Hmm." Pei Huan nodded subconsciously, then glanced behind her.

It felt like the gloom in the sky had dissipated considerably. Of the two great mountains weighing down on Changcheng Prefecture, the Qinglang Gang and the Liansheng Sect, one of them had now been eliminated.

There's still the Lotus Blossom Sect left, but since it's not in Changcheng Prefecture, we don't need to worry about it too much right now.

"Shall we go now?" This time, Bai Qian didn't need to bring it up herself; Pei Huan had already asked.

Bai Qian shook her head.

"Let's talk about it later, it shouldn't be able to escape." Qinglang's things can't be taken away, so there's no need to worry too much.

"Now?"

"Eat first." That's all.

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It was still in a restaurant, and Pei Huan booked the entire restaurant.

Besides the two of them, Lingxi and Fanling were also upstairs.

Fan Ling came here purely out of desperation, using the excuse that she hadn't yet repaid her debt of gratitude.

She also witnessed the entire battle between Bai Qian and Qing Lang.

Putting aside the scene of Qinglang's death, what impressed her more was the sword that cut through the sky and water. Even now, she still couldn't calm down and kept carefully observing Bai Qian, completely unable to understand how Bai Qian had swung that sword.

Bai Qian didn't care much about her gaze, letting Pei Huan and Ling Xi serve her food, and she finished the dishes on the table in small bites at an alarming speed.

"So, things are somewhat resolved," Lingxi said, biting her chopsticks. She was already numb to Bai Qian's handling of Qinglang.

She was able to kill the Tai Sui Demon, so Qing Lang wasn't much stronger than the Tai Sui Demon. It was just surprising that it caused such a commotion. She had seen it when she was in the city.

He wanted to transform into a dragon by walking on water, but he was only halfway through when he was cleaved in two by a sword. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably gone, body and soul at the same time.

"Its dwelling should be at Tianhe Lake; you can go and take a look later."

Pei Huan helped Bai Qian pick up some food, his eyes somewhat unfocused. The rain outside the restaurant had gradually stopped, as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

As she watched the sun gradually emerge from the clouds, her mood lightened considerably.