3 Asura from Hell

There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone was petrified by the scene in front of them.

"Is… she dead?" Someone opened the cage and dragged her out to check her breathing.

"B*tch, seems like you want to do this the hard way. What a jinx!" One of them cruelly kicked the girl and scolded heartlessly. "It's a pity there's only this furnace today. It totally ruined my mood."

Jiang Laoer squatted down and touched the girl's soft skin before talking sinisterly. "Even if she can't be a furnace, it would be pretty good if we skinned her soft and bouncy skin to make a human skin drum…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Laoer's hand on the girl's body went slack.

The turbid gaze met with a pair of dark ones that were as deep as hell. In a sudden flash, the gaze sent a chill down his spine.

"She's… she's not dead!" Someone hollered.

The next moment, everyone heard Jiang Laoer's bitter cry. "Ah! Ah! My hand! My hand!"

Jiang Laoer's hand originally touching the girl's soft one—suddenly became boneless below the wrist. His… his bones had all shattered completely.

The crowd was stunned and could not move as they stared at the unkempt girl standing up slowly.

The previous slave that was crying and trembling in fear in the cage weakly had now seemed to become Asura who had come back stepping on hell's fire. The corner of her forehead was dripping with blood that had the same color as a blossoming poppy.

The sinister air reverberated throughout the room as if the Grim Reaper had waved its hook, causing everyone to fear instinctively.

"What… what kind of person are you?"

When he finished his sentence, a brilliant cold gaze flashed across. Kala! Someone's neck had been twisted, and his eyes widened with his breathing stopped.

"You… don't come over!"

"Call the security guards in Tao Tie Pavilion!"

The auction room descended into chaos as everyone escaped for their lives frantically and had even forgotten that they themselves were masters of kung fu… and that the girl was previously trembling in the cage, allowing them to bully her.

However, who could escape the Grim Reaper's hook?

No one!

The crowd suddenly felt a bone-chilling wind blow past. Before they could react, there was excruciating pain in their necks; and they had lost their consciousness immediately.

Ten breaths. In ten short breaths, the entire room was filled with corpses and was deadly silent.

The girl was barefooted and stepped on one of the corpses. Her gaze was cold and dark as she muttered. "Havoc really lasts for thousands of years. I, He Xi, have actually revived."

In Tao Tie Pavilion of the Yan Jing City, when the weak and pitiful girl—who was bullied until she died—opened her eyes again, she had become a twenty-first-century top killer… He Xi.

The moment when He Xi was traveling through time, she had received all the owner's memories.

The owner was called Nalan Hexi and, surprisingly, had the same name as her.

However, she was vastly different from the beautiful He Xi. Nalan Hexi was born in Kingdom Jin Ling that housed the top fighting skills and cultivations. Her father was a famous doctor in the world, but she was useless and nothing like him. Not to mention the fact that she could not cultivate her skills, she did not have any talent in medicine.

After Nalan Hexi's birth mother had given birth to her, she passed away. When she was very young, she was sent to a desolated side-residence to live on her own. As the evil slaves saw that she was weak and powerless, they took away her food and clothes and had even insulted her and beat her up, causing her to live a life that was not even worthy of slaves.

However, even so, the Nalan family still did not let her off.