Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 577 Can I Kill You

This battlefield was desolate, vitality sparse, yellow sand dancing through the air, and even the breeze that blew was scorchingly hot. A few withering trees, barely standing like warriors of yesteryear gazing up at the sky on the verge of decay, appeared exceptionally frail.

The weeds that had emerged from the sandy ground were no different, lacking any sign of life and entirely dull yellow in hue. They probably wouldn't last long before they completely withered away, becoming part of the desert sands.

The same was true for that towering mountain, which was utterly barren and lifeless all around.

A demoness with a crimson figure stood there, conspicuously commanding attention... Crimson Mulberry.

A female member of the Demon Race who made the Human Race Alliance shudder in silence. The senior decision-makers of the alliance were utterly vexed by her because she was so cunning—not resembling a snake so much as a fox.

WHOOSH!

Many members of the alliance quickly dashed out.

Zi Ji was first, driven by curiosity. From a distance of over a thousand meters, she began to slow down, scrutinizing the demoness not far away.

A gentle breeze blew, causing her long red dress to sway lightly, like a flower that had just blossomed.

Her charming demeanor unintentionally revealed a smile. Her slightly demonic eyes swept over the approaching alliance members as she clicked her tongue in amusement, "Quite a turnout, isn't it?"

The upper echelons of the alliance were always understated unless something significant happened, or there was a meeting within the alliance. Otherwise, they usually wouldn't show up together.

It was a rule within the alliance. The purpose was to prevent the Demon Race from wiping them out in one fell swoop, which would lead to the disintegration of the alliance's internal structure.

Yet now, three decision-makers had appeared—Golden Sword, Li Taichou, and a middle-aged Scholar—all present here, along with many formidable members of the alliance.

Crimson Mulberry's eyes, narrow and amused, asked, "Little girl, who are you?"

Zi Ji had run too fast, far ahead of the others; Crimson Mulberry couldn't have missed her. Yet she couldn't sense any fluctuations from Zi Ji, who seemed very calm, with no Dantian within her body and not resembling a cultivator of Physical Cultivation.

The small figure stood quietly, her eyes full of spirit as they moved, resembling a little fairy of the human world...

Crimson Mulberry was somewhat touched. "Sword Spirit?"

She had heard the legends about the Thousand Cities Sword: it had autonomously achieved Tao Verification, its God separating from the Sword Body to take form. Whenever the borders of the Human Clan faced great peril, the Sword Spirit would return, reviving the Emperor Weapon to suppress the threat.

At her words, the group of strong alliance members behind her were taken aback and then fixed their gaze on Zi Ji.

They seemed to see a resemblance!

"She's not!" muttered an elder.

"I know..." the man beside him rolled his eyes. "The whole alliance knows, but now... that Demon Girl doesn't. If she believes it, perhaps this catastrophe for the Wuji Sect could be resolved."

"She should know what to do."

This was an opportunity. The members of the alliance sniffed it out, silently observing.

Unfortunately... how could the seemingly adorable girl, brimming with spirit, think of such things? Too complex. Her world was simple: yes meant yes, no meant no.

She wasn't any Sword Spirit, so she chose to say, "No, I'm not!"

Those spirited eyes twinkled a few times, brimming with laughter, the corners of her mouth curving slightly as she openly acknowledged this fact.

The group of individuals behind her collectively fell silent.

Even Mo Wuwei couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, saying in a low voice, "Why didn't Chen teach her how to behave in society?"

Jiang Ni'er chuckled beside him. "Because, she's unteachable."

Chen Pingping had imparted countless great principles, acting more like a father than her actual father. Guang Xiaoyu had also tried to teach her, but had Zi Ji learned?

No.

She simply executed orders. For instance, when Chen Pingping said the look in someone's eyes was off, Zi Ji understood that as a command to attack. That was Chen's order.

Or take Guang Xiaoyu's advice to keep a low profile. For Zi Ji, keeping a low profile might mean not revealing her power from Yuan World, not unleashing her full potential, and not casually slaying those in the late stages of the Saint Realm.

Including now.

Zi Ji was here to intercept the Demon Race, which translated in her mind to: she was here to slay the Demon Race.

So, what use was there in pretending to be a Sword Spirit to intimidate Crimson Mulberry?

"They say you're very powerful," Zi Ji looked up at her.

One stood atop a high mountain, the other upon the ground below. Even though the latter looked up at the former, no one felt Zi Ji held a subservient posture. On the contrary, her expression was composed and her tone light, as if she stood high in the sky, parallel to Crimson Mulberry.

Crimson Mulberry chuckled lightly. "Since you're not a Sword Spirit, then who are you? One of the Alliance's strong figures?"

Zi Ji shook her tiny head, extending a finger and pointing it towards herself. "I am from Wuji Sect."

Oh?

Crimson Mulberry's smile stiffened slightly.

The strong figures of the Alliance behind her opened their mouths slightly, taken aback.

Why would she dare to admit her origin and identity? What made her believe she could admit it? Is this girl stupid?

"Zi Ji of the Qingfeng lineage from Wuji Sect, ranked third. My Eldest Senior Brother is Chen Pingping. He slew the Demon Emperor's scion, Qin Meng. I am here to quell this upheaval," Zi Ji said, growing more excited as she spoke.

Jiang Ni'er's face showed no emotion.

Mo Wuwei's mouth twitched. "As expected..."

They had just arrived at the border and had yet to gain any information regarding the Demon Race. Yet Zi Ji blurted out her identity and even stated her purpose for being here.

This wasn't stupidity; this was sheer cluelessness. Some among them suspected that she might be a spy the Demon Race had planted beside Chen Pingping.

Of course, those who knew Zi Ji took it as the norm. Take Jiang Ni'er, for example, the commander of the Qingfeng lineage. At this moment, she remained unmoved... because Zi Ji was not the main force. As for her words, though they exposed Wuji Sect's intentions, they could also be a means to confuse the opponent.

"What did you say her name was?"

"Zi Ji."

"Does this girl always act like this?"

"Yes!" answered a Saint Realm expert from Wuji Sect. "But, she is very strong."

Very strong? How strong? The Alliance powerhouses listening in shrugged their shoulders dismissively.

The red-robed woman standing on the high mountain was also amused by the straightforward Zi Ji. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're from the Demon Race, Crimson Mulberry," Zi Ji replied.

"Knowing this, you're not afraid of me?"

"Not afraid!"

"Why not?"

"Because I want to kill you," Zi Ji stated earnestly. "Chen said, 'To catch a thief, first catch the king.' I didn't understand that at the time, but later I gradually understood it. You are the king of the Demon Race, so I want to kill you..."

HA HA HA HA!

Crimson Mulberry laughed uproariously, finding Zi Ji even more adorable. "Your relationship with your Senior Brother... is it not very good?"

Zi Ji frowned, her face full of confusion.

"Otherwise, why would he teach you such things?" Crimson Mulberry continued with a smile. "You two must have some bad blood."

"No!"

"Then, do you know that 'catching the king' comes with a price?" Her smile was radiant. She had initially come only to gauge the intentions of the Human Clan. She hadn't expected to encounter such an interesting human girl.

It was just a pity she turned out to be Chen Pingping's junior sister. In that case... she could not be spared.

Crimson Mulberry's smile vanished. "Has your Senior Brother arrived?"

"No!" Zi Ji fluttered her brows. "Chen is busy."

"How many of you are there?"

"Counting them, fifteen," Zi Ji indicated the alliance members. "Without them, just two of us." She extended her fingers, counting earnestly. "So, can I kill you now?"

Very direct.

The group of Alliance strong figures stood dumbstruck, as if petrified, as if they had just heard the world's funniest joke.