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“Arrogant!”
The
female cultivator roared as she formed a rapid hand seal. A bolt of
crackling purple lightning erupted from her palms, tearing through the
air as it shot straight toward Kennedy.
Kennedy neither dodged nor retreated.
She simply raised her right hand.
A translucent white barrier bloomed in her palm.
Boom!
The lightning slammed into the shield with a thunderous explosion—but the barrier didn’t even tremble.
The
female cultivator’s expression changed instantly. “Impossible! You were
clearly gravely injured—how can you still wield this much power?!”
Kennedy offered no answer.
In a blur, her figure vanished.
The next instant, she appeared directly in front of the female cultivator and struck out with a palm.
The movement looked light, almost casual—but the invisible force behind it carried overwhelming spiritual pressure.
Startled,
the female cultivator hastily retreated while frantically waving her
hands. Streaks of sharp purple light condensed into blades and slashed
forward.
Kennedy’s figure weaved between them like a phantom, narrowly slipping past each blade with perfect precision.
She struck again.
This time, the female cultivator couldn’t fully evade. The edge of the palm wind grazed her shoulder.
She groaned and staggered backward several steps, blood seeping from the wound.
“Mother!”
From inside the mansion, the boy screamed in panic.
He leapt through the window, clutching a gleaming dagger, and lunged at Kennedy from behind.
“Loreo—watch out!” the female cultivator shouted in alarm.
Without even turning her head, Kennedy swung her arm back.
A burst of spiritual force exploded outward.
The
boy screamed as his body was sent flying like a broken kite. He slammed
violently into the artificial hill, collapsing to the ground and
coughing up blood.
“Loreo!”
The female cultivator’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
Like
a maddened beast, she charged at Kennedy, both hands blazing with
violent purple light, her killing intent erupting uncontrollably.
Kennedy’s gaze turned icy.
She stopped holding back.
Her hands formed a complex mudra as she began chanting softly.
In
an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted. Frost spread across
the ground, and snowflakes condensed out of thin air, drifting silently
through the courtyard.
“Ice Frost Technique!” the female cultivator cried out in horror.
She tried to retreat—but it was already too late.
Kennedy thrust her palm forward.
A storm of razor-sharp ice crystals surged with the palm wind, slamming directly into the female cultivator.
A shrill scream echoed through the night.
Her
body was blasted backward, crashing straight through the courtyard wall
before falling into the ruins beyond. She lay there, breath shallow and
ragged—severely injured.
Kennedy walked over slowly, looking down at her with cold indifference.
“You have committed countless evils,” she said flatly. “Today is your reckoning.”
The
female cultivator coughed up blood, hatred and venom filling her eyes.
“You… just wait… my people won’t let you get away with this…”
“Then let them come,” Kennedy replied calmly, raising her hand to end it.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Suddenly, several sharp sounds cut through the air.
Figures descended from the night sky, landing one after another in the courtyard.
At
the front stood an elderly man in a blue Taoist robe. His hair and
beard were completely white, yet his complexion was ruddy and vigorous,
his eyes shining with restrained power.
He surveyed the scene, frowning slightly.
“Stop.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried unquestionable authority.
Kennedy paused and turned to face him. “Daoist Qinson. Are you here to interfere?”
Master
Qinson sighed softly. “Miss Bellemare, mercy should be shown when
possible. Although Fairxy has committed wrongdoing, her crimes do not
merit death. For my sake, please spare them.”
“And if I refuse?” Kennedy asked coolly.
“Then I will have no choice but to intervene,” Master Qinson replied, his expression turning solemn.
A chill flashed through Kennedy’s eyes. “You intend to stand against me?”
“I
was entrusted with this matter. I must see it through,” he said calmly.
“Miss Bellemare, you are powerful—but you are not fully recovered. If
we fight, these mortals will not survive the aftermath. Can you truly
bear that consequence?”
Kennedy fell silent.
She glanced at Qyla in her arms, then at the trembling members of the Wiebe family within the mansion.
Slowly, she lowered her hand.
“Fine,” she said coldly. “I’ll give you face. But they leave immediately—and swear never to trouble these people again.”
Master Qinson nodded and turned toward the ruins. “Fairxy, can you hear me?”
The battered woman clenched her teeth. With no other choice, she nodded weakly. “I… I hear you.”
“Then leave—now.”
With
a wave of his sleeve, a gentle force lifted both Fairxy and the
unconscious boy, carrying them out of the courtyard and into the
darkness.
Kennedy watched the direction they disappeared, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
She knew this was far from over.
With Fairxy’s vengeful nature, retaliation was inevitable.
But with Master Qinson present, there was nothing more she could do—for now.
“Miss Bellemare, until we meet again.”
Master Qinson bowed lightly, then departed with his companions.
Kennedy stood alone in the quiet courtyard.
“It seems I’ll need outside help,” she murmured.
Forming a hand seal, she summoned a spirit bird out of thin air.
With a soft cry, it spread its wings and shot into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness.
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