Chapter 61: I Truly Don't Know How to Fight

Ou Xinlai shrugged innocently. “I’m human. I’ve said it before—I really can’t fight.” Just now, Yun Lianqiao accused her of lying, but she was truly wronged. With her slender arms and legs, was she going to hit someone or be hit herself? Her style was all about the unexpected, winning through surprise.

“So you really can’t fight, you’re just good at shooting flying needles.” As Ou Xinlai finished speaking, Yun Lianqiao, who should have already left, reappeared.

Ou Xinlai’s face darkened. This wretched Violet Lightning Formation affected her too much; she couldn’t even tell if Yun Lianqiao had truly left.

Ou Jingyun and the other two’s expressions changed dramatically, watching Yun Lianqiao with troubled faces.

“Senior Brother, we absolutely cannot miss this Violet Lightning Grass!” Yun Lianqiao called sweetly, and from the shadow behind her emerged a tall, handsome man.

Dressed in a long black robe, the man exuded a cold, ruthless aura. His black eyes carried a strange, sinister gleam, as if their darkness was formed from countless congealed drops of blood, turning red to black and thus tinged with a bloody scent. His nose was high and straight, his demeanor cold and resolute; his thin lips pressed tightly, exuding a faint chill. His broad, sturdy chest was the kind women most longed for and adored—one look and you would know resting against him would bring a great sense of security.

Such a strikingly outstanding man, while not rare in this world, was certainly not common. At least for Ou Xinlai, who had been here so long, there were very few men she could remember at a glance.

“Hei Muya!” Seeing the man, Ou Jingren drew a sharp breath, naming him aloud. Hei Muya and Yun Lianqiao’s group were all members of the Moxuan Sect of the Azure Dragon Nation. Rumors had it that Hei Muya, with a face that captivated all women, possessed a heart even colder than his appearance.

Hei Muya was ruthless in pursuit of his goals, showing no mercy to his enemies. Men like Tao Mufeng and Monkey San, when confronting Ou Xinlai, would still hesitate, leaving Yun Lianqiao to finish her off. But such hesitation would never be found in Hei Muya.

Hei Muya had once killed a one-year-old infant to complete a mission.

Infants were the lives those with abilities were most reluctant to harm. Yet Hei Muya had no such taboo, always acting as he pleased—he alone was sovereign above all.

A man who would not spare even a one-year-old child would never give Ou Xinlai a chance to survive. More importantly, having toyed with Yun Lianqiao and the others of the Moxuan Sect, Ou Xinlai was destined for a miserable end.

After Hei Muya appeared, he wasted no words. He fixed his gaze on the Violet Lightning Grass, stretched out his hand, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air. Then, small stones on the ground rose up, their sharp ends suddenly pointing at Ou Xinlai.

Hei Muya narrowed his eyes; each stone shot toward Ou Xinlai like a bullet.

Ou Xinlai gathered her focus, nimbly dodging. Yet the swift stones, like sharp blades, though they didn’t injure her body, tore a wide gash in her clothing.

Seeing this, Hei Muya frowned, while Yun Lianqiao was displeased. Wasn’t she supposed to be unable to fight? How could she dodge so quickly?

Hei Muya concentrated again, freezing the air even more. The injured trio behind Ou Xinlai broke into a cold sweat.

Ou Xinlai was speechless—this man seemed addicted to throwing stones, forcing her to dodge until she was exhausted.

She dared not let her attention waver. Facing the flying stones, growing ever faster, the usually lazy Ou Xinlai soon broke out in beads of sweat across her brow.

“Hey, brother, life’s about give and take—I should return the favor!” As she dodged, Ou Xinlai’s hands traced a bagua, conjuring a new vortex of energy between her palms. She steadied one of the flying stones, spun it, channeled and redirected its force, then gently sent it back toward Hei Muya.

Hei Muya, caught off guard, didn’t evade—the stone shot past his face, slicing several strands of hair from his left cheek. The severed black threads floated down, pricking his eye.

Ou Xinlai sighed in relief. “I just spared the three of you, and now you bring your senior brother back to attack me. Truly, you repay kindness with enmity. I told you I can’t fight, yet you insist on fighting me—shameless, really.” Her face wore a bitter smile, sweat on her brow making her look pitiable indeed.

Hei Muya hadn’t expected such words, and was momentarily stunned. Yun Lianqiao, however, bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, fur standing on end as she shrieked at Ou Xinlai, “Have you no shame? You still say you can’t fight? Do you look like someone who can’t fight?!”

Yun Lianqiao felt she was the true victim, deceived twice by this woman named Ou Xinlai.

Thinking of this, Yun Lianqiao’s eyes blazed anew.

A person who could injure Senior Brother Hei dared claim she couldn’t fight—who was she kidding!

Hearing Yun Lianqiao’s clamor, Ou Xinlai was nearly in tears. Seeing Hei Muya’s expression, she thought the four of them might escape unscathed, but who knew Yun Lianqiao would be so petty. “My words are truer than pearls!”

Ou Xinlai almost wished to swear by the sky lantern to prove she truly couldn’t fight—let them leave.

“Senior Brother, she’s nothing but a liar, we can’t let her go!” Yun Lianqiao didn’t care whether Ou Xinlai could fight or not; regardless, their Moxuan Sect was determined to claim this Violet Lightning Grass.

Facing Hei Muya’s rising murderous intent, Ou Xinlai could only prepare for battle.

“Watch out!” Ou Jingren suddenly shouted. Unbeknownst to Ou Xinlai, she had retreated into the range of the Violet Lightning Formation. The leaping violet lightning, like a roaring beast, suddenly surged toward her. Along with the fierce bolts, there were also the fine needles she had previously launched.

With a loud bang, Hei Muya’s fierce energy, like a barrage of fists, suddenly struck at Ou Xinlai, trying to crush her into pulp. Ou Xinlai jolted—her hand, touched by the violet lightning, naturally opened, absorbing the fine needles and lightning into her body.

She deftly swung aside, pushing her other hand toward Hei Muya. The needles, now clad in violet lightning armor, shot out like a dense rain toward Hei Muya.

Hei Muya was startled, retreating three steps. The needles, armored with violet lightning, pierced through his forceful energy, and with a sizzle, everyone’s ears tingled, bones shivering with a crisp sensation.