The Ice Demoness Loves

Chapter 13: I Don't Recognize Her

A woman in plain muted purple robes, with half of her face covered with a dark veil, flew and slashed her sword to the side in a quick motion, killing the man leading the slaves into their cages. This was already the third man she ended.

Slaves of all ages were running about and trying to escape as the workers slashed at them with whips already dyed in blood that were dripping to the ground like rain drops on a cold night.

"Who is this woman?!" The main leader of the group asked in an irritated voice. He squinted his already small eyes and then cursed. "She's of the Third Tier! Take all the slaves you can! I'll deal with her!"

How did they offend this cultivator?! All of the people they enslaved were from poor families and have no connections with strong cultivators. They were always careful and kept everything under wraps. Who betrayed them?! Just as he was about to encounter her, there seemed to be another attack from the left and he cursed again. What was it this time?!

There was a man dressed in an elegant white outfit, swinging his sword towards the cages to allow the slaves to escape. He had three other men with him as they fought their way in towards the leader.

"Shit! Leave the slaves!" The leader couldn't read the level of the man and knew if he fought, they would all die, and he would probably be captured to be questioned. He'd rather not risk it even if fleeing would get him in trouble with their clan leader. He was about to fly away when his collar was suddenly grabbed from behind. "Ah!" He fell backwards and rolled over to prevent any injuries.

"Don't think about escaping," the woman in purple said in a low voice. She swung her sword and he quickly dodged.

"You!" He pointed at her. "Do you know who I am?!"

He heard a chuckle. "Would I come if I didn't know? And if I do know, wouldn't that put you and your clan in bigger trouble, Chen Liu?" Her indifferent eyes were focused on him and Chen Liu could hear her smirk under that veil.

He clenched his teeth and scoffed. "I'm not scared of you just because you know my name! But since you do, I can't let you live!"

Cling!

Both fought with their swords that collided loudly amongst the chaos.

"Master! Someone is fighting with the leader! There are also people moving about discreetly, helping the slaves escape safely!"

The man fighting elegantly in white stabbed a man and looked over with deep eyes. "Who is she?" His voice was soft but firm, and he had a very handsome face, with gentle eyebrows and pale skin, looking like an immortal with a profound disposition.

"I don't recognize her," one of his men answered. "But her silver sword... does seem familiar."

"She is probably just someone like us," the man in white decided. He had been able to trace all of the kidnappings till here. He must capture the leader of the group in order to figure out who the mastermind was.

"Deal with them," he ordered as he flew towards the two clashing swords afar. He didn't know why this young lady came here, but he mustn't let that man get killed by her yet.

"Who are you?! How do you know who I am?!" the middle-aged man yelled as he dodged and swung his sword. Her swordsmanship was good, very good. If she were at his level, she would be a problem. But for now, he had the upper hand. He combated her more skillful moves with his more abundant chi.

The woman took a step back and sucked in a breath as a skill played in her head. One Hundred Rhythmic Moves. She took a step that increased in speed by two times as her moves became a dance.