Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Jiang Que felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, as if being burned by fierce flames.

The Mystical Steel Eagle Claw slashed across her shoulder ruthlessly, leaving five deep blood marks visible to the bone.

The flesh instantly became a blur of blood and flesh.

The girl staggered back, her skirt sweeping across the ground soaked in blood, dragging a winding bloodstain on the stone slab.

She coldly stared at the mysterious masked man, holding back the pain without crying out.

"You are somewhat stronger than I was at your age."

The mysterious man released the curved blade, his voice vibrating with a metallic tremor under the gilt mask, "When I was your age, I couldn't help but cry out even if just a bit of my skin was broken."

"Then you were weak."

Jiang Que glanced at the wound on her shoulder and mocked.

At this moment, the stone cave suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.

Lou Wanmo, who had been recuperating, suddenly sprang up, and like a phantom, swiftly moved between the two.

The woman's back bumped into Jiang Que, her jade white palm, tinted with a bluish hue, clapped toward the mysterious man in the cloak, yet it turned into a muffled thud upon contact with the man's chest.

"Pfft—"

Lou Wanmo spat out a mist of blood, flying back.

"Master!"

Jiang Que hurriedly supported her.

Lou Wanmo's originally pale yet beautiful face was now tinged with Death Qi. She stared intensely at the shadow under the cloaked man's mask, hoarsely speaking, "Blood Spirit Cave... doesn't have what you want..."

"I didn't ask, so how does the cave master know it isn't there?"

The mysterious man lightly tapped his ten eagle-like claws, producing a faint clinking sound, "The key left by the Demon Venerable should be with Cave Master Lou, right?"

"I don't know any key, you've got the wrong person."

Lou Wanmo said coldly.

The mysterious man said, "If there was no key, how could you have learned the 'Heavenly Prison Skill' left by the Demon Venerable? Lou Wanmo, I give your Blood Spirit Cave a chance. Hand over the key, and your Blood Spirit Cave can still remain in the Demon Clan."

"If you want it, see if you have the ability to take it!"

The blood-drenched fingertips of Lou Wanmo pinched a spell, and wisps of blood mist burst out from her pores.

Her body was beginning to swell bit by bit.

"Master, don't!"

Jiang Que's delicate face changed drastically, trying to step forward, but she was repelled by a great force.

Lou Wanmo's voice was weak and unsteady:

"Girl, whether you gain a chance at survival is up to destiny. Master rescues you not because of the promise to the Demon Venerable but... because I am your master."

"Master..."

Jiang Que's eyes were moist.

Having witnessed her sister's brutal murder as a child, followed by the tragic death of her parents and the poisoning of her uncle, she harbored hostility towards the world, trusting no one but Jiang Shouzhong and the rest.

She didn't think anyone would genuinely care for her.

But now she realized that there were people in this world who cared for her.

"Planning to self-destruct?"

A cold laugh came from under the cloak, the mysterious man's eagle-claw fingers suddenly plunged into the ground.

In an instant, countless shadows appeared on the ground.

These shadows broke out of the earth like living creatures, forming hundreds of serpent-shaped chains made of black sand, binding Lou Wanmo's swelling body.

Lou Wanmo let out a wretched scream.

"Is this the extent of Blood Spirit Cave Master's Self-Destruction Technique?"

The mysterious man's fingers twined with dark runes as the serpent-shaped chains tightened fiercely, "Let me do the honors for you, see this self-destruction—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly sidestepped to evade.

Clang!

A frosty white sword light grazed the gilt mask, exploding on the stone wall.

The second crimson sword light soon followed.

The mysterious man spun to evade, his cloak's hem chopped off by half a foot.

The flying sword trailed a golden sword shadow, resembling a golden dragon, flying towards Lou Wanmo, slicing through the serpent-shaped chains, black blood spurting from the cut ends.

The mysterious man grunted, retreating, the mask cracking with a purple-black blood seeping through.

"Dragon-slaying Flying Sword?"

The mysterious man looked up at Jiang Shouzhong appearing at the cave entrance.

Ran Qingchen appeared behind Lou Wanmo without anyone knowing, her pale hand gently pressing down, enclosing Lou Wanmo in frost, subduing her self-destruction aura.

"Just in time, not too late."

Ran Qingchen glanced at the dumbfounded Jiang Que, then said lightly, "Seems I came too early, otherwise it would have been better to prepare a coffin for you, girl."...

It's not surprising Ran Qingchen had opinions on Jiang Que, back at Water Moon Manor, when all the women were gathered.

Back then, the other women restrained themselves outwardly, rarely fighting or showing jealousy, except for Jiang Que who clamored for being the rightful wife, which infuriated Ran Qingchen at the time.

Now, facing each other, it would be strange for Ran Qingchen to show a good face.

Yet despite her harsh words, Ran Qingchen still raised her finger lightly tapping the girl's bleeding shoulder.

A streak of dark pattern spread along the wound, forcibly sewing the gaping flesh.

"Hmph, hypocrite."

Recovered from her stupor, Jiang Que snorted coldly.

After a slight hesitation, the girl quietly said, "Thank you."

Ran Qingchen patted the girl's head, smiled, "Little girl, now tell me, who do you think is most suitable to be the rightful wife?"

Jiang Que replied, "Qu Hongling."

Ran Qingchen's smile stiffened, she gritted her teeth and sneered, "Fine, since you've made your choice, don't blame me for being partial when you can't climb onto Jiang Shouzhong's bed in the future."

Jiang Que pursed her pink lips, looking indifferent.

While the two women exchanged barbs, Jiang Shouzhong and the mysterious cloaked man were already engaged in combat.

Amidst the shrill whistle of sword qi slicing through the air, four flying swords danced wildly.

The mysterious man swung his eagle claws in swift criss-cross motions, their metal clash sparking vividly.

"Eight Extremes Burning Sky!"

Jiang Shouzhong's fists swung out, an enormous red array appeared on the dome suddenly.

A colossal fiery fist, three zhang wide, plummeted with meteoric force, crashing straight towards the mysterious man.