Rebirth Of A Villainess

The roar of pain from the Nian was unsettling to hear, causing the cultivators to cringe from its howl of torment, the sword of pure bright aura beautifully hacked at the furry body, shedding blood and skin in its wake .

Stunned by the display of such savagery, the disciples of ShenJiangs.h.i.+ sect stared with mouth open wide in awe . Limbs flew through the air in a trail of crimson, the howling sound of pain growing more with every strike of the Nian"s body by Wingzixin . When s.h.i.+ Yunxu gave the command for the sword to attack a second time, the WuYangChen sect leader made a run for it, choosing to lay low in the vicinity of the other sect"s disciples .

"Tsk! See Sect leader Chen cowering in fear!"

"He is so useless! Worthless piece of tras.h.!.+ See him! How can he face the people that died from his sect in the afterlife? What a waste! Ptooey!"

The last statement came with the sound of the disciple spitting in disgust at such a worthless person that was masquerading as a leader from the seven great sects of Mount DaZhu, home to thousands of cultivators from different sects . The SuDaji forest was one of the various hunting place in Mount DaZhu .

Twelve pair of eyes landed on the cultivator that was being talked about, Chen Yueming had his ears covered with eyes averted in the opposite direction . The strong stench of blood from the Nian was starting to make him feel queasy .

"BLARGHHHHHHH!!!!"

Chen Yueming did not know what was in the blood of the Nian that could make him lose face right in front of the young disciples from ShenJiangs.h.i.+ Sect, he had no control whatsoever, falling to his knees from the overpowering smell that made his head pound . His back was to the slaughtering taking place, but the smell was more than what the stomach of the sect leader could take .

"Haaahaaahahahaha!!!!"

"What a disgrace!"

The disciples could no longer hold it in, bursting in a laughter of ridicule while pointing at Chen Yueming who had his head lowered from emptying his bowels . No matter how weak a sect was, blatantly making fun of a sect leader to their face was unheard of, even if some may do so in secret . The cheeks of the sect leader burned with humiliation at being subjected to their mockery . His sword still hung from the side of his robe, but it was sheathed, taking it out of its scabbard will bring the attention of the disciples from ShenJiangs.h.i.+ sect of what he intended to do to them . His lowered lids hid the hatred he felt deep within towards them, under the sleeves of his robes was a bracelet made from the same string of the zither he once used as the disciple of ShaoXu sect . Slowly taking apart the folded string on his left wrist .

"Dirnttttttttttttttttt . "

Chen Yueming may be the sect leader of WuYangChen, but there was one thing he used to be before then, a decent zither user as Feng Yueming . He could whip out a string so thin that a cultivator who haven"t gotten to the level of "sense" awareness will miss where the attack with the string would be coming from, a deadly way to silence someone .

"There is no hope for the WuYa . . . . . "

The cultivator didn"t get to finish what he was saying, the string took a clean cut, severing the head from the body, the head with the look of surprise etched on it, dropped to the ground in a sickening thud shortly followed by the main body . Bright crimson splattered on the faces of the disciples nearby .

"ARRRRRHHHHH!!!!"

Cries of horror from the cultivators echoed through the forest of SuDaji, amidst the killing intent of Wingzixin .The roar of pain from the Nian was unsettling to hear, causing the cultivators to cringe from its howl of torment, the sword of pure bright aura beautifully hacked at the furry body, shedding blood and skin in its wake . Stunned by the display of such savagery, the disciples of ShenJiangs.h.i.+ sect stared with mouth open wide in awe . Limbs flew through the air in a trail of crimson, the howling sound of pain growing more with every strike of the Nians body by Wingzixin . When s.h.i.+ Yunxu gave the command for the sword to attack a second time, the WuYangChen sect leader made a run for it, choosing to lay low in the vicinity of the other sects disciples . Tsk! See Sect leader Chen cowering in fear! He is so useless! Worthless piece of tras.h.!.+ See him! How can he face the people that died from his sect in the afterlife? What a waste! Ptooey! The last statement came with the sound of the disciple spitting in disgust at such a worthless person that was masquerading as a leader from the seven great sects of Mount DaZhu, home to thousands of cultivators from different sects . The SuDaji forest was one of the various hunting place in Mount DaZhu . Twelve pair of eyes landed on the cultivator that was being talked about, Chen Yueming had his ears covered with eyes averted in the opposite direction . The strong stench of blood from the Nian was starting to make him feel queasy . BLARGHHHHHHH!!!! Chen Yueming did not know what was in the blood of the Nian that could make him lose face right in front of the young disciples from ShenJiangs.h.i.+ Sect, he had no control whatsoever, falling to his knees from the overpowering smell that made his head pound . His back was to the slaughtering taking place, but the smell was more than what the stomach of the sect leader could take . Haaahaaahahahaha!!!! What a disgrace! The disciples could no longer hold it in, bursting in a laughter of ridicule while pointing at Chen Yueming who had his head lowered from emptying his bowels . No matter how weak a sect was, blatantly making fun of a sect leader to their face was unheard of, even if some may do so in secret . The cheeks of the sect leader burned with humiliation at being subjected to their mockery . His sword still hung from the side of his robe, but it was sheathed, taking it out of its scabbard will bring the attention of the disciples from ShenJiangs.h.i.+ sect of what he intended to do to them . His lowered lids hid the hatred he felt deep within towards them, under the sleeves of his robes was a bracelet made from the same string of the zither he once used as the disciple of ShaoXu sect . Slowly taking apart the folded string on his left wrist . Dirnttttttttttttttttt . Chen Yueming may be the sect leader of WuYangChen, but there was one thing he used to be before then, a decent zither user as Feng Yueming . He could whip out a string so thin that a cultivator who havent gotten to the level of sense awareness will miss where the attack with the string would be coming from, a deadly way to silence someone There is no hope for the WuYa . The cultivator didnt get to finish what he was saying, the string took a clean cut, severing the head from the body, the head with the look of surprise etched on it, dropped to the ground in a sickening thud shortly followed by the main body . Bright crimson splattered on the faces of the disciples nearby . ARRRRRHHHHH!!!! Cries of horror from the cultivators echoed through the forest of SuDaji, amidst the killing intent of Wingzixin .