I Can Replicate Martial Arts

"It’s you?"

Uncle Master Yun Hao’s face drained of color as he stared at her in utter disbelief.

His solemn gaze slowly narrowed, and his entire body tensed.

"Well, well, you recognize me. You must be a core member of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. And quite the looker, too. I’ll spare your life for now!"

A smile played in the woman’s eyes as she brazenly sized up Uncle Master Yun Hao with a lustful gaze.

"You bitch! Keep looking and I’ll gouge your eyes out!"

Her actions thoroughly enraged the white-robed woman, who was still recovering from her injuries.

The black-robed woman’s eyes glinted, and a black ray of light shot instantly toward the woman in white.

Uncle Master Yun Hao swung his sword, dispersing the black light, and strode forward to block the attack, positioning himself in front of the white-robed woman.

"So she’s your old flame! Hehe. After I capture you, I’m going to let you watch, right in front of your face, how your man and I share the ultimate pleasure!"

After speaking, the woman covered her mouth and giggled.

The white-robed woman was furious and about to retort, but Yun Hao stopped her. At the same time, he sent her a secret voice transmission, "Take the Qingcheng Disciples and retreat, quickly! Don’t go to Emei Mountain, whatever you do! Split up!"

The woman’s face paled. She could hear an unusual finality in Yun Hao’s voice.

’This woman... even you can’t stop her?’

Her eyes instantly misted over with tears.

She was no naive young girl; she naturally understood the priorities at a time like this.

Just then, Qingcheng Disciples continued to pour out of the entrance, fanning out on both sides of the gate.

Each held a longsword pointed at the woman in black.

"It’s too dangerous! Retreat now! Get down the mountain, and don’t look back."

Seeing more and more disciples arriving, Yun Hao knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He immediately raised his sword and charged the woman in black.

His longsword glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight, appearing before the black-robed woman in a flash, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

Seeing this, how could the disciples not understand the situation? After a moment’s hesitation, half of the Daoists turned and fled back into the temple or down the mountain.

The other half formed their sword seals and followed Uncle Master Yun Hao, attacking the woman in black.

When the woman in black saw Yun Hao appear, she unhurriedly extended a finger and flicked the tip of his sword, deflecting his attack.

The white-robed woman didn’t stay idle either. She immediately shielded several disciples near the entrance and quickly darted through the Qingcheng Mountain Gate.

Yun Hao launched two powerful attacks, and the Qingcheng Disciples behind him also charged forward with their swords.

"A bunch of small fry!"

The black-robed woman showed them no mercy. With her left hand, she made a grabbing and twisting motion at the air by her feet, then raised it and flicked her wrist.

Instantly, several small pebbles shot toward the disciples like arrows loosed from a bow.

"Watch out!"

Yun Hao rushed forward, his body a blur as he swung his sword in a flurry of slashes, knocking a few of the pebbles out of the air.

But several still struck the Qingcheng Disciples, and the sound of snapping bones and tendons rang out.

"You can’t stop me!"

The black-robed woman’s figure flashed. In an instant, she leaped to the top of the Qingcheng Mountain Gate, then launched herself toward the temple interior.

Everywhere she passed, Daoists fell, killed on the spot.

Yun Hao’s eyes were bloodshot. Pushing his Body Technique to its limit, he rapidly gave chase, relentlessly swinging his sword at the black-robed woman.

The black-robed woman’s movements remained composed. She parried Yunho’s Sword Techniques while simultaneously slaughtering the Qingcheng Disciples.

"Such audacity!"

Several more furious shouts rang out as seven or eight middle-aged Daoists arrived together.

They simultaneously unleashed their Sword Techniques, thrusting at the woman in black.

The woman’s sleeves fluttered, knocking all the longswords aside. At the same time, a pulse of Dark Force traveled up the blades and into the Daoists’ hands.

"Not good! Let go of your swords!"

The Daoists hastily used a Vortex Force technique, letting their longswords spin a half-circle out of their grasp before daring to grip them again.

But in that brief moment, the woman had already leaped over a hundred feet away.

"You old Daoist thief! You dared to conspire with that old nun from Mount Emei to cause me trouble. Now that I’ve brought the fight to your doorstep, why have you become a coward hiding in your shell?"

"Or what, do you want me to slaughter every last one of your disciples and grand-disciples?"

The woman’s voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the Qingcheng Sword Sect, as if she were whispering right next to them.

Zhao Rui was no exception.

He had just received the news and was rushing out of the main hall with a group of fellow disciples like a swarm of bees.

’It really is another Old Demon! Fuck, will this ever end?’

’It can’t be the one from the film crew, can it?’

’If it is, then technically, I was the one who started this whole mess. It turns out that old nun couldn’t do a thing to her after all.’

’And now, just great, she’s come right to our door!’

’Old Man Ge screwed me over! Some bullshit Sword Guardian I am!’

Zhao Rui was thoroughly pissed off. ’There really is no such thing as a free lunch.’

"Since you won’t come out, don’t blame me for starting a massacre!"

"It would be a real shame to waste so many fresh, tender little things!"

The woman let out a coquettish laugh and struck out with her palm toward several fleeing Daoists in the distance. A dull THUD echoed as the bodies of those few Daoists instantly exploded, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Witch! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Livid, Yun Hao raised his sword and charged the woman, along with the few remaining middle-aged Daoists.

"Can you possibly stop me?"

The woman’s figure flickered. In the blink of an eye, she had killed or grievously wounded all seven of the middle-aged Daoists. As an afterthought, she sent Yun Hao flying dozens of meters with a single palm strike.

He crashed heavily to the ground.

Then, she resumed her leisurely stroll, slaughtering the Daoists who were scattering and fleeing in all directions.

These Daoists were primarily spiritual cultivators with mediocre Martial Arts. How could they possibly be a match for even a single one of the Witch’s moves?

Before long, her massacre brought her to the main hall where Zhao Rui and the other new Daoists were.

She came face-to-face with the group of Daoists who were just emerging from the entrance.

"SLASH! AHH!"

With a few horrifying screams, the Daoists who had run out first were decapitated.

"The Witch is coming!"

At the entrance to the hall, Zhang Zheng’s pupils dilated in terror. His legs trembled so violently that he stumbled while trying to rush out and fell flat on his face.

Zhao Rui quickly grabbed him, spun around, and dragged him back into the hall.