Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

No one knew who shouted the word first, but the rest of the Black Clothes surged toward An Jiuyue.

“They’re really coming at us.”

Zhan Beiye and Su Tang exchanged glances, simultaneously moving to shield An Jiuyue behind them, and chaos erupted once again.

This time, the Black Clothes’ target shifted from Xiang Qiyan directly to An Jiuyue, believing that only with her death would they stand a chance to kill Xiang Qiyan.

Each of the Black Clothes exploited any sliver of opportunity to launch a deadly strike at An Jiuyue.

“Have these people gone mad?”

In the space, Wei Na watched in amusement as the Black Clothes frantically attacked his master.

How shameless could they be, attacking in a group, and their target being a woman at that? They have truly disgraced the Feather Abyss Plane.

“Master, do you need my help?”

“No need.”

An Jiuyue dodged an assassin’s strike, her long, skeleton whip wrapping around the man’s neck, and with a forceful pull, twisted his head right off.

For those who wanted her dead, she saw no need to spare any of them.

Previously, Qian Jiyun had protected her so well that she hardly had the chance to kill anyone. Now presented with the opportunity, she certainly wasn’t going to let it pass.

After slaying one Black Clothes, the whip loosened, only to wrap around another one.

That Black Clothes saw his comrade’s head twisted off and, terrified as the whip came at him, stumbled backward in retreat. But his movements were clearly slower than the lash of the whip.

A scream erupted as his midsection was caught by the whip, cleaving his body in two.

“Damn it…”

The leader, splattered with blood from the close proximity, glared at An Jiuyue with eyes filled with rage.

He could clearly feel that the woman’s cultivation level was far below his own, yet how could she possibly kill those with much higher cultivation in a single move?

This feeling of one’s life and death in the hands of another was unbearably dreadful.

“Kill her for me!”

He roared at his subordinates.

This woman must not be allowed to escape; if she returned to Wulong Mountain, their troubles would multiply.

Therefore, he was determined to strangle her to death now, by any means necessary.

“Come to your death!”

Bellowing with rage, he charged at An Jiuyue.

But before he could get halfway, a flicker of the whip lashed out toward him. Startled, he hastily dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the lethal attack.

He knew all too well that if he were to be caught by An Jiuyue’s whip, his fate would be the same as his two subordinates who had died earlier.

Yet he could not reconcile the fact — why couldn’t he get near An Jiuyue?

Suddenly, he thought of a plan, grabbed a subordinate, and thrust him in front of himself before launching him toward An Jiuyue with a burst of strength.

“Ah, ah ah!”

That Black Clothes had never imagined he would be thrown by his own leader.

A terrifying scream resounded, followed by the ‘crack’ of bones being crushed.

He looked down at his body only to see his upper half; there was no trace of his lower half anymore. At last, his torso dropped to the ground like a torn cloth doll, never to rise again.