Chapter 2283

Ning Shu waved at Mei Wu, who took out the sword from his waist and threw it to Ning Shu on the stage.

Ning Shu grabbed the hilt of the sword and didn’t bother to say anything to Zhao Bo. She simply took the sword and attacked.

Zhao Bo avoided Ning Shu’s attack, and said with an ashen face: “Demonic Temptress, you’re courting death.”

“Then come kill me.” Ning Shu stabbed Zhao Bo.

Zhao Bo finally fought Ning Shu seriously. His face became more and more grave as time went on.

The others saw that this witch of the demonic sect was on par with the martial alliance leader. Were the people of the demonic sect so powerful?

Zhu Yang killed a few people with a wave of his hand, and Zhao Bo abolished Zhu Yang’s martial arts with a wave of his hand. Now that the demonic temptress was actually fighting the alliance leader on equal grounds, did it mean that the demonic temptress was actually stronger than the alliance leader?

Ning Shu mobilized the energy in her dantian. She took her sword and slashed at Zhao Bo’s sword. Zhao Bo’s body sank. He felt like a boulder was pressing on him.

The power of this demonic witch was so great!

Zhao Bo became more serious. He was exuding a powerful force all over his body. One could only wonder if it was a little difficult for him to control this force, as the blue veins on his forehead bulged.

Ning Shu cracked her neck. “Are you serious now?”

Zhao Bo attacked Ning Shu first. This time, Zhao Bo’s body was much lighter, and his attack became more lethal.

Their swords collided and created sparks.

Although Zhao Bo’s power was explosively strong, he probably had yet to grasp this power completely. Although he had this power, he did not know how to use it.

Ning Shu, however, had the advantage of having mastered her power and being in perfect command of her strength.

Ning Shu put a foot on Zhao Bo’s chest and kicked Zhao Bo out of the ring. He spat out some blood.

Ning Shu flew off the ring and pointed her sword toward Zhao Bo’s heart.

Zhao Bo rolled around on the ground as Ning Shu’s sword stabbed the ground. Each time she failed to maul him, Ning Shu would pull out her sword and try to stab Zhao Bo again.

Ning Shu flicked away Zhao Bo’s sword and kicked Zhao Bo to the ground with one kick. Her sword stabbed toward Zhao Bo’s heart. Zhao Bo held the blade tightly to prevent his heart from being pierced by the blade.

The blade cut his hand, and blood flowed out from the palm of his hand.

“Hand over the ‘Guiyuan Sacred Martial Arts’ manual. If I didn’t guess wrongly, you have practiced it.” Ning Shu’s face was fierce. The breeze was blowing her hair, and the bell on her waist made a crisp sound.

At first glance, it seems that she was indeed a beautiful temptress.

“Amitabha.” Hui Ji stood up and performed a Buddhist mudra. “Female Benefactor, there will be retribution for malice…”

“Shut up and go play on the side. The adults have things to do.” Ning Shu didn’t want to listen to his Amitabha chantings.

Ning Shu squinted her eyes, and simply decided to kill Zhao Bo. Qi Yi was already gone. If she killed Zhao Bo now, her task would be almost completed.

These two were the primary culprits of the matter.

Feeling Ning Shu’s fierce murderous aura, Zhao Bo’s face turned pale. He used all his strength to push Ning Shu a couple of steps back.

Zhao Bo didn’t want to fight Ning Shu anymore. Instead, he wanted to run away.

Ning Shu used the sword and stabbed Zhao Bo in the back. No matter what, she’d kill Zhao Bo today.

Zhao Bo grabbed a sect disciple and pushed him towards Ning Shu, trying to buy time to escape.

Seeing the dazed and fearful disciple pushed by Zhao Bo, Ning Shu forcibly withdrew her sword. Zhao Bo took this opportunity to escape.

Ning Shu dodged the disciple who bumped into her. She didn’t know which sect that disciple belonged to. Anyway, he wasn’t from the Sacred Demonic Cult.

“Follow me.” Ning Shu shouted to the people of the Sacred Demonic Cult.

Mei Wu threw away the fruit tray in his hand and chased toward the direction in which Zhao Bo disappeared with the Sacred Demonic Cult group members.

However, this old Zhao Bo was very cunning. He had immediately disappeared without a trace.

“Young Miss, he’s gone.” Mei Wu said to Ning Shu who was astride a horse.

Translator: Take

Editor: Ran

Translator: Kaho