Hearing the word "Aunt", Wanyan Qianhua smiled. She reached out and touched the boy's head, saying, "It's been a few years since we last met. Feng'er has grown up."
"Aunt, Aunt..."
The boy couldn't stop crying, hugged her with both hands and cried very sadly: "Aunt, they killed many of our people..."
"Qianhua!"
"Miss!"
"younger sister!"
Surprised calls came from all around, and everyone quickly came to her side, calling out.
Wanyan Qianhua listened to the calls of the crowd, glanced around at the ground, then looked up at her people and said, "I'm back late." She should have come back earlier. If she had come back earlier, her people would not have suffered so many casualties.
She took a deep breath and patted the boy on the head: "Go! Go to the back, I will take care of these people."
The boy stepped away and went back, still looking at his aunt.
"Grandfather, father, let all the people in the tribe retreat." Wanyan Qianhua said, his eyes fell on the people in front, and slowly revealed a bloodthirsty smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Today, you all have to die here!"
"Hahaha! Just you?" The seven or eight people in the lead laughed with their heads raised, staring at Wanyan Qianhua with contempt, as if they had already ignored the monk who had died earlier.
Wanyan Qianhua sneered and said in a cold voice: "Uncle Thirteen, you'd better watch out, don't let any of them escape!" As soon as she finished her voice, a ghostly figure flashed out. She did not use the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, but instead held a long sword in her hand and chopped them to death one by one.
The red figure shuttled through the crowd. The extremely fast speed and the unclear sword shocked everyone, especially those who wanted to fight back. At that moment, they only felt a powerful pressure covering them, shocking them and making them unable to move, allowing them to be slaughtered.
Wherever the red figure passed, corpses fell down with eyes wide open in horror. Some died before they could even breathe, and some died without even a cry of surprise...
In this huge area, the remaining two hundred people were slaughtered without any resistance. The strong smell of blood filled the air, frightening those people. They tried their best to break free from the pressure and wanted to escape. However, several figures had their necks twisted and were thrown to the ground just as they were about to flee.
Wanyan Shisan clapped his hands and snorted: "Didn't you hear my niece say that no one can escape? Are you trying to test my skills?" He looked around and saw that in less than half an incense stick of time, more than 200 people were killed by Wanyan Qianhua, without a single one left.
"Tsk tsk, no wonder you are more famous than me after practicing for a few years, it really makes sense." Wanyan Shisan said, looking at Wanyan Qianhua who finally stopped with shining eyes.
With her strength, these two hundred people are really not enough. These people are really looking for death. How could so many people besiege the Wanyan family? And they even ran into them coming back.
However, it is a good thing that I came back. If I had come later, it would have been the Wanyan family that was massacred.