The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Chapter 763 Thunderous Fury, Blood Debts Paying Off

"Kill them! They are demons! There will be a reward for killing them!" In extreme fear, the bandit leader erupted in a final frenzy, roaring hoarsely. He tried to motivate his men with money and status in a last-ditch effort.

With such a generous reward, there will surely be brave men, or rather, there will surely be desperate outlaws driven to the brink of desperation. Several of the most ferocious bandits, or perhaps blinded by fear, gritted their teeth, howled, and brandished their knives and guns as they charged toward Lin Ping and Lin Shu.

They were very fast and had a fierce aura; in the past, they might have terrified ordinary people.

But now, they are facing Lin Ping and Lin Shu, who have been reborn and entered a completely new realm.

Lin Ping's eyes were cold; she didn't even glance at the bandits rushing towards her. She simply raised her hand, her fair fingers making a seemingly casual sweeping motion in the air.

"laugh!"

An invisible burst of energy shot out, moving at incredible speed.

The bandit at the forefront, wielding a machete, suddenly stopped, still charging forward, but his head had already silently slid off. Blood gushed from his chest like a fountain, staining the ground ahead red. The headless corpse swayed a few times before crashing to the ground.

One move, instant kill!

So clean and efficient, so effortless, that the remaining bandits who were charging forward suddenly stopped in their tracks, their fierce expressions instantly replaced by extreme fear.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this...?"

Lin Shu moved. Her figure appeared silently behind another bandit, like a ghost. The bandit didn't even feel a rustle; he only felt a chill on the back of his neck, then everything went black, and he lost consciousness. A thin line of blood appeared on his neck, then widened, and blood gushed out.

Lin Shu didn't linger; her figure flashed continuously. Her movements were elegant yet deadly, each flash accompanied by a short scream and a falling corpse. She used no weapons, relying solely on unimaginable speed and strength, and a rudimentary application of the mysterious power within her, like a tiger among sheep, beginning a one-sided slaughter. Her movements were elusive, like a celestial maiden descending to earth, yet carrying the ruthlessness of a demon. The bandits' knives and guns couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes. They could only feel the shadow of death creeping closer in their futile swings.

"Ah! My hand!" a bandit screamed as his arm was gone, covered in blood.

"My eyes! I'm blind!" Another bandit clutched his bleeding eye socket and rolled on the ground in agony.

Screams rose and fell, but could not stop the march of death. Lin Shu, like an elegant grim reaper, moved through the bandits, each strike precise and deadly. She controlled her strength perfectly, sometimes killing with a single blow, sometimes crippling her opponents, leaving them to die in pain and fear. This was her response to their previous atrocities, a belated, doubled punishment.

Lin Ping stood rooted to the spot, like a pillar of strength. Her gaze swept over the bandits who were trying to scatter and flee, her eyes cold. She formed a hand seal and chanted incantations, her voice obscure and ancient, as if containing the ultimate truths of the universe.

As she chanted her incantation, the clouds in the sky, which had been relatively clear, began to churn, with faint flashes of lightning.

"Thunder comes!"

Lin Ping gave a soft shout and suddenly pointed her right hand upwards.

"Boom!"

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bowl, like the wrathful whip of a god, tore through the sky and struck precisely at a minor leader who was trying to escape on horseback.

"what--!"

The piercing screams were drowned out by the thunder. The minor leader and his horse were instantly struck by lightning and turned into charred remains, emitting black smoke as they collapsed to the ground, utterly dead.

Attract thunder!

This ability to summon wind and rain completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the bandits.

"Heavens! She's Thor! A living deity! Spare me! God, spare me!"

"We were wrong! We'll never do it again! Please, fairy, spare our lives!"

The bandits completely collapsed. They threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged for mercy, crying and screaming. Their previous ferocity and madness had now turned into the most humble pleas.

Lin Ping stopped forming hand seals, and the lightning in the sky dissipated. She coldly looked at the bandits kneeling and begging for mercy, her eyes devoid of any pity.

"Spare them?" Lin Ping's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "When you were slaughtering your fellow villagers, did you ever think of sparing their lives? When you turned your knives on the elderly and children, did you ever hesitate for a moment?"

"You burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities, your hands stained with the blood of innocent people. Your lives no longer belonged to yourselves back then."

Her voice was like ice from the deepest hell, chilling the hearts of the bandits who knelt and begged for mercy.

"Sister, don't waste your breath on them." Lin Shu walked back, her body untouched by blood, still as white as jade, as if the killing just now had nothing to do with her. But the coldness in her eyes was even greater than before, "These scumbags don't deserve to live in this world."

Lin Ping nodded. Any pity for these heinous bandits would be a desecration of the dead villagers.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive." Lin Ping's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

"Yes, sister."

Lin Shu moved again. This time, she showed no mercy, no more deliberate torture, but instead eliminated these scoundrels as quickly as possible.

Her figure blurred into afterimages, and wherever she passed, the bandits fell like wheat cut down by a sickle. Screams, pleas for mercy, and cries mingled together, forming a tragic elegy of the end times. But to Lin Ping and Lin Shu, this elegy was the best solace for their fellow villagers.

Their movements were incredibly fast, and their absolute superiority in skill level made the battle (or rather, the massacre) one-sided. The bandits were as fragile as ants before them.

Some bandits had their bodies pierced by the invisible force of the energy, some had their bones broken by Lin Shu's high-speed movement, and some were killed by the power of heaven and earth (such as wind blades and earth spikes) that Lin Ping had mobilized.

Blood stained the earth, severed limbs were scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. The once invincible bandit stronghold had now become a living hell.

But this hellish state is the fate that the bandits deserve.

Lin Ping's gaze remained fixed on the one-eyed bandit leader, who lay slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale. She was keeping him alive, keeping this culprit alive for the final reckoning.