Qing Luan glanced at the group of people surrounding the two with a cold gaze, her eyes full of contempt, "They are just a bunch of rabble, only the one in the middle stage of the Golden Core is worth looking at. Miss, let me deal with the old man in the middle stage of the Golden Core first."
"No need!" He Xi took out the Lishui Sword calmly, his voice clear and pleasant, like the hum of the wind, "I'm too lazy to waste time with them, so I might as well just take it all in one go."
As soon as she finished speaking, purple vines suddenly sprouted all over her body.
The vines were like a tornado, destroying everything in its path and blew away the walls and roof of the entire study.
Flying stones and debris fell all over Nalan Zhengze and others, but not a single drop fell on He Xi.
Nalan Zhengze and Nalan Shengming were in a dishevel, but they didn't even bother to wipe the dust off their faces. They just stared at Nalan Hexi in front of them with horror.
The girl was frail and unremarkable in appearance, but her crazy and surging spiritual power was so strong that even Nalan Shengming felt terrified.
What Nalan Zhengze felt at this moment was even more frightened and crazy than when he saw Nalan Ziyun's face under the iron helmet just now.
No... No! This is impossible!
That was Nalan Hexi. Although he tortured her, secretly ordered the servants to abuse her, and watched her live worse than pigs and dogs, he never relaxed his surveillance on her.
Nalan Hexi is so weak, so incompetent, and so good for nothing.
How could it be this girl in front of him who could emit such powerful spiritual pressure that made him feel hopeless and unable to resist!
"You... who are you? You are not Nalan Hexi, who are you?"
Nalan Zhengze let out a hoarse cry, as if he was trying to convince others, or as if he was trying to convince himself.
He Xi smiled gently, and the purple vines instantly retracted as if they had consciousness and returned to her body.
She looked coldly at Nalan Zhengze, the father whom Nalan Hexi once admired and had high hopes for, with a cold and cruel smile on her lips.
"Of course I am Nalan Hexi, my dear father. You have been monitoring me for seventeen years. Don't you even recognize me now?"
Her voice paused, and then suddenly became cold. The voice was pleasant to the ear, but strangely it carried a chill, as if it came from the eighteenth level of hell.
"I am Nalan Hexi, but I am no longer the original Nalan Hexi. The original Nalan Hexi was forced to death by you beasts. The one standing in front of you now is the Nalan Hexi who crawled back from hell. Are you ready to repay the debt you owe?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Lishui Sword soared into the sky.
Before Nalan Zhengze and Nalan Shengming could react, a rain of swords fell from the sky.
Swords rain and flying flowers, thousands of arrows piercing the heart!
Even in the Soul-Breaking Mountain, Hexi's move could easily kill a fifth-level monster.
What's more, after experiencing the battle at Broken Soul Mountain and practicing in seclusion, her current strength is no longer comparable to what it was back then.
The rain of swords from the sky was like a death spell, like the call of the god of death.
Before these warriors could react, it had already penetrated their bodies.
Some people even looked at He Xi with contempt on their faces, thinking that she was just a little girl and no matter how powerful she was, it didn't matter.
However, before their expressions could change, they felt a sharp pain in their bodies.
Then he completely lost consciousness. (To be continued)