Had it not been for the injury to her heart meridian by Chu Qianli's palm just moments ago, with Feng Dingchu's martial arts prowess, he might not have lost to the recently demonically possessed Chu Qianli.
However, he dared not harm Chu Qianli, while Chu Qianli showed no restraint in attacking him.
Under these circumstances, Feng Dingchu was utterly helpless against her.
Chu Qianli shifted her footwork, immediately evading Feng Dingchu's capturing hand.
She retaliated with a palm strike, forcing him to retreat two steps.
Feng Dingchu clutched his chest, his blood churning, nearly spitting blood again.
Chu Qianli, however, ignored him. She swung her long sword, its blade drinking blood, black droplets falling.
Watching the medicinal puppets fall, a flicker of unprecedented excitement gleamed in her eyes.
Controlled by the true qi, she was so bloodthirsty!
That surge of true qi drove her, fueling the thrill of slaughter.
As she saw the medicinal puppets fall one by one, the pleasure in her eyes intensified, blooming with sharp brilliance!
Soon, the surrounding medicinal puppets were all cut down by her sword energy.
Only when no living medicinal puppets remained did Chu Qianli turn around. She now exuded a chilling, terrifying aura like a god of slaughter as she walked step by step towards Feng Dingchu.
"Little Li'er, I am Ninth Uncle!"
Feng Dingchu clutched his chest, forced to retreat continuously by her formidable true qi.
If he didn't retreat, this true qi would force him to spit more blood.
Already injured, he was no match for the true qi within her at this moment.
If Chu Qianli wished to kill him now, he might not be able to escape.
"You..." Chu Qianli raised her long sword, its tip pointing towards the location of his heart.
Before she could strike, his heart seemed to already feel the pressure of her sword qi, a faint throbbing pain emerging.
This showed how potent the true qi within her was.
"Why aren't you escaping?" A deep shadow veiled her eyes, her original clear brightness completely gone.
Feng Dingchu was somewhat astonished that she could still speak to him!
But the Chu Qianli speaking to him now did not seem like the true Chu Qianli, but rather, like someone else!
"Who exactly are you?" Chu Qianli narrowed her eyes, staring at his features. In a daze, they seemed somewhat familiar, yet also very strange.
She was becoming confused.
"Who are you?" Feng Dingchu gazed into her eyes, the depths of which held a quality he couldn't decipher.
The person before him was not Little Li'er.
No, it should be said, she was indeed Little Li'er, but she was now possessed by another consciousness!
Could it be the true owner of this true qi?
"Speak, who are you?" Feng Dingchu's expression darkened as he asked loudly.
"Who... am I?" This Chu Qianli frowned, a deep sense of confusion etched on her brow.
She didn't know who she was!
Just as Chu Qianli was lost in thought, Feng Dingchu suddenly leaped up, instantly appearing before Chu Qianli.
He formed his fingers into a claw and this time, successfully grasped her shoulder.
A warm current of energy immediately flowed from his palm into Chu Qianli's body.
Chu Qianli's consciousness immediately became hazy.
"Ninth Uncle..."
"It's me! Little Li'er, try harder, wake up, don't let that person control you!"
"Ninth Uncle..." Chu Qianli shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but another consciousness suddenly reacted.
In an instant, she transformed from the bewildered Chu Qianli into the utterly cold and ruthless god of slaughter, Chu Qianli.
"You dare to deceive me?"
Chu Qianli's face darkened, and she struck Feng Dingchu's chest with a palm: "I'll kill you!"