Villain: Starting with a Flawless Body, Born Invincible

55: Su Lianxue’s self-attack strategy is the most deadly“Do I look like someone who indiscriminately kills innocents?”

Su Lianxue hadn’t recovered from her shock when she heard Jun Lingxiao say that, and she subconsciously shook her head.

She shook her head with such force that her black hair flew around, some strands even sticking to her face, making her appear pitiful.

“That’s good.”

“I was really afraid someone would think I’m a person who indiscriminately kills innocents.”

“If that label is slapped on me, won’t I be unable to defend myself?”

Jun Lingxiao seemed satisfied with Su Lianxue’s reaction and nodded. Then, his eyes happened to catch sight of the black fan Fan Zuo had been holding earlier.

The fan was indeed beautiful and unstained by blood.

With the circulation of Dao power, the fan flew directly into his hand.

He mimicked Fan Zuo’s earlier mannerisms, playing with it for a bit, and found that it seemed to match his black robe even better.

“Whose fan is this, dropped here?”

“If no one wants it, can I take it?”

As Jun Lingxiao spoke, he looked around. Everyone who met his gaze quickly averted their eyes, closed them tightly, and dared not respond.

Even Su Lianxue instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet Jun Lingxiao’s gaze.

She was afraid of displeasing him.

It was laughable; who would dare to say another word to such a ruthless person who dared to kill the Second Young Master of the Fan Family in broad daylight?

“Looks like no one wants it.”

“My luck is really good today; I found something as soon as I left the house.”

Jun Lingxiao said this, playing with the black iron fan in his hand as he walked away, followed by An Luoxin’s smiling agreement.

“Of course, my Young Master’s luck has always been so good.”

As she spoke, her foxy eyes intentionally and unintentionally swept over Su Lianxue, holding a certain deep meaning.

Then the two gradually walked away, playfully bantering.

The young man’s figure was tall and straight, elegant and noble, like a pine tree standing firm in the snow. A simple iron sword hung at his waist, and a black fan was in his hand. If an ordinary person looked at him, they might genuinely think he was an approachable and dashing Young Master.

Of course, that’s if there weren’t five headless corpses on the ground, and blood everywhere.

And the young woman following him also had a tall, elegant, and noble figure, like a winter plum proudly blooming in the snow. The two looked like a pair.

If one were to ignore the scene of her smiling as she stepped over the corpses, they would truly resemble an innocent and charming Golden Boy and Jade Girl... “Hoo~”

Watching Jun Lingxiao depart, Su Lianxue let out a long breath, only then realizing that her back was drenched in cold sweat.

She wore a white gauze dress, and with her fair back soaked, it was undoubtedly alluringly translucent. Normally, she would certainly find clothes to cover herself to avoid revealing too much.

But at this moment, she had no such thoughts.

She could only stare blankly at the five corpses in front of her, or more accurately, at Fan Zuo’s corpse, lost in thought.

“Fan Zuo, one of the ten True Disciples, someone who could rank in the top five in Guan Xue Holy Land, was actually... beheaded with a single sword stroke...”

“No, that couldn’t even be called a sword stroke; it was a flash of sword light...”

Su Lianxue stood rooted to the spot, closing her eyes in thought, her slender figure swaying slightly in the wind.

She closed her eyes and carefully replayed the scene in her mind.

The Young Master tapped his finger on the sword hilt, truly just a single tap... But how did that light appear?

And the speed was too fast!

It was simply too fast!

So fast that even she, the Saintess of Guan Xue Holy Land, couldn’t see it clearly, only barely catching a glimpse of a white flash.

Most importantly, upon closer inspection, she realized that the sword at Jun Lingxiao’s waist was not some famous sword or Divine Artifact, but merely an ordinary iron sword... The scabbard was ordinary, the hilt was ordinary; it only looked a bit nicer. But if her guess was correct, it was just an ordinary sword.

“Even I, the Saintess, one of the top three in Guan Xue Holy Land, didn’t see that sword stroke clearly...”

“Who exactly are you...?”

In an instant, a sense of powerlessness swept over Su Lianxue.