Chapter 619 It’s you
Not until he saw with his own eyes the flesh and blood of a person explode into a red and pink flower in the air did Ran Ran realize what the saint meant by the words "not excessive enough".
The internal organs, along with various liquids, fell to the ground in a sparse manner, just like the gunpowder residue that constantly falls on people during a fireworks display.
The entire training ground was in complete silence.
Then all kinds of screaming and shouting broke out.
Someone's eyes turned red, and he stabbed the saint with a sword regardless of everything.
The saint was still high above, without dodging or evading. She just flicked her fingertips, and the man holding the sword was ejected like a drop of water on a string.
Another dazzlingly gorgeous blood flower bloomed in the air.
In this situation, the death of fellow travelers no longer inspires any fear or terror, because everyone's fear and terror has reached its peak.
All excess emotions will turn into anger and blindness at this time.
More people were overwhelmed by their emotions, and all kinds of magical instruments flashed with different colors of light, lighting up one after another in the air.
However, just as Ranran expected, except for Master Xuanyuan, none of these people were even qualified to face the Saint directly because of the huge gap in strength.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
More and more people rushed into the air, and more and more blood flowers bloomed in the air.
Under Ranran's feet, some of the people who were drenched in blood finally burst into tears.
"We're just here to argue, why are you so vicious!"
"Why did you kill those people? They didn't do anything!"
The saint's eyes turned cold, she clenched her hands into fists, and suddenly pulled out the person who spoke.
She pulled him in front of her and looked coldly into those resentful and angry eyes. "I can see that you hate me, even though I didn't do anything to you."
The man roared, and he was very close to Ranran, so Ranran could clearly see every emotion on his face.
"Isn't it enough that you killed those people?!"
The Saint shook her head playfully, "Your excuse doesn't sound good to me."
"If you can hate me for killing those people, then I can also hate you for killing Gu Fan's brother."
The man was startled, "But Gu Fan has nothing to do with you!"
The Saint raised her eyebrows, "So, you have a close relationship with those who just died?"
The man was speechless for a moment.
The seven major sects have interactions with each other, but their relationship cannot be described as "close".
The Saint narrowed her eyes in contempt, "Anything else you want to say?"
The man suddenly came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We didn't kill Gu Fan!"
The Saint sneered, "An even more unpleasant answer."
Then she crushed the man in front of her alive like crumpling a piece of paper.
The spurting blood splashed onto Ranran's face. She could still hear the "creaking" sound of bones and internal organs being squeezed together in her ears. The fishy smell of rust had already rushed into her nostrils, making her stomach churn.
Ranran had treated others so cruelly before, but this was the first time she watched it all happen from the perspective of a helpless bystander.
The saint said calmly to the debris that had turned into piles of blood mud.
"There's no point in seeking answers, because I was determined to kill you from the beginning."
When the saint "executed" those who provoked her one after another, the unrest occurred not only in the martial arts field, but also in the stands.
The disciples of the seven major sects are not the main component of Wushan's selection this time, but they still occupy a considerable proportion.
At this time, many candidates for dependents ran towards the martial arts arena in panic, because standing there were their sects, their teachers, and possibly even their parents and relatives.
A young man cried bitterly at the black and red soil in the martial arts field that was stained with blood.
Yun Qingxi and Xiao Yiyang had already flown back to their respective sects on their swords. Ran Ran did not miss this detail. In the blink of an eye, half of the people in the stands had disappeared.
At this moment, the only ones standing behind the Saint were the disciples of the small sects, but they were also frightened by what the Saint had done and were trembling in fear like a group of helpless lambs.
Ran Ran suddenly placed his hand on the Saint's hand that was moving gently, playing with human life like releasing a few balloons. The Saint then stopped and smiled at Ran Ran, "What's wrong?"
Ran Ran forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, are you really planning to kill everyone here?"
The Saint tilted her head, her face showing pure confusion, "Why not?"
"Do you not like it?"
Ranran held the saint's hand even harder, as if as long as she exerted more strength, the speed at which those people died would be slower.
She said calmly: "Will my answer have any impact on your behavior, Your Highness?"
"Of course." The saint replied playfully, "Didn't I tell you? You are very important to me."
"Your attitude and thoughts are of course important to me."
Ranran breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time she realized that relationships among the same kind could be so useful.
"I don't like it." Ran Ran said concisely, but the next second, the saint proved that she was wrong.
The saint's eyes dimmed and she did not answer.
Her attitude was clearly evident in the blood flowers that bloomed more frequently in the pale sky behind her.
Ran Ran looked stunned, and then she heard the Saint Lady chuckle and say, "I deeply regret this."
"I sincerely hope you enjoy the show."
Liar! Big liar! He was just saying that her attitude could influence her! He was just lying to her!
Ran Ran wanted to be angry, but she seemed powerless to be angry. Facing an existence that she could not contend with at all, she simply could not do so in order to survive.
She just listened calmly to the saint's hypocritical words, even though her heart was gradually collapsing.
But the saint still saw her emotions.
"You seem quite dissatisfied with this?"
Ran Ran couldn't help but sneered, "My dissatisfaction cannot affect your behavior, Your Highness."
The Saint smiled softly, and after a long while she said, "If it's serious enough, maybe it's okay~"
Ran Ran tried to argue, "There are not only people from the seven major sects in the martial arts arena right now, but also your candidate for retainer, Your Highness. Do you really not care about them at all?"
"They are sandwiched between the sect and you, Your Highness. They are the ones who have the most difficulty right now."
"In trouble?" The saint smiled and forcibly pulled Ranran's other hand, asking Ranran to look down with her.
“I don’t think they’re embarrassed.”
"They've made their choice, haven't they?"
Ran Ran understood the Saint's implication and was horrified, "Your Highness, you can't do this."
"No." The Saint looked at Ran Ran seriously, "In Zhongzhou, I can do whatever I want."
“This is the truth you made me realize.”
Ran Ran just wanted to deny it. How could she be the one who made her have such terrible thoughts? She was already invincible before she came into this world!
Her cruelty and her madness have nothing to do with her!
The saint stared at Ranran closely, as if she could read resistance in her eyes.
"You can't deny that."
"Only I can give the correct answer to this matter, and only I can understand it."
The saint sighed and stroked Ranran's cheek, like an intimate caress between lovers. She smiled and said cruel words.
"You're the one who gave me the idea."
"If there were no thoughts, there wouldn't be a madman like me, and there wouldn't be all this happening now."
The saint laughed loudly, as if she wanted to share this grand scene of white snow and red blood with Ranran.
"This is all because of you!"
"It's you, my kind."
