The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 233. Suffering a loss must be reversed.

Xiao Yan’s sudden appearance surprised everyone present.

No one expected that there was actually someone hidden here.

Wu Lin’s eyes instantly lit up with delight. Regardless of whether this person was an enemy or a friend, judging from her actions, she definitely wasn’t on the side of the Demon Sect.

Deng Yunlan was both shocked and furious. At this critical moment, someone actually came out to cause trouble.

She hurriedly leapt forward and jumped onto the iron cable as well, sprinting away, intending to stop Xiao Yan.

This thick iron cable spanned the volcanic pit from one side to the other, with Xiao Yan and Deng Yunlan leaping on it from both ends, rushing toward the middle.

Xiao Yan took the lead, logically expected to reach the center first.

However, Deng Yunlan’s speed was faster; she arrived second but got there first, like a gust of wind reaching the center in an instant.

She dared not jump over the Demon Cultist who was holding up the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire, fearing the fire would burn her crotch.

As she reached the cultist, Deng Yunlan jumped off the cable, grabbed and swung from it, passing under the cultist and jumping back onto the cable, blocking Xiao Yan’s path.

"Get out of the way!"

Xiao Yan shouted angrily and charged forward, drawing the giant sword from her back and swinging it towards Deng Yunlan in a sweeping attack.

Deng Yunlan, fearless, raised her hand to grab the giant sword.

With a loud clang, the giant sword was caught by Deng Yunlan’s hand, producing a sound like metal on metal.

Xiao Yan tried to pull back the sword but couldn’t move it; the scorching flames immediately erupted from her arm, igniting the giant sword in an instant.

Deng Yunlan instinctively recoiled from the heat, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Exotic Species True Fire?"

Her whole body had been tempered with secret techniques, her steel bones normally unaffected by ordinary flames, but this fire from Xiao Yan clearly wasn’t ordinary.

"So it’s you!"

Deng Yunlan suddenly recalled Xiao Yan’s identity, the one who had been intercepting and killing them all over, trying to seize the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire.

Deng Yunlan remembered that an order had been given to the Vengeful Department to hunt her down, not expecting to see her here, proving the Vengeful Department to be useless.

"What a surprise to find you here when I was just looking for you."

Deng Yunlan laughed coldly and took the initiative to attack Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan hurriedly swung her giant sword, releasing waves of scorching fire.

Yet Deng Yunlan was incredibly agile, dodging the giant sword and fire waves on the narrow iron cable, reaching out to grab at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan quickly parried with the sword, Deng Yunlan’s hand clanging against it.

Xiao Yan felt a great force from the sword, almost losing her grip, astonished by Deng Yunlan’s strength.

Missing her strike, Deng Yunlan followed up with a flurry of punches, relentlessly hammering the giant sword and forcing Xiao Yan to retreat repeatedly.

On the other end of the cable, Wu Lin, who was restrained, seized the opportunity to break free, charging towards the cable to knock away the cultist holding the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire.

The other cultists saw this and immediately rushed in to seize Wu Lin.

These cultists were Deng Yunlan’s capable subordinates, each no less skilled than the cultists who had infiltrated Iron Sword Mountain.

Wu Lin couldn’t even handle one-on-one combat, much less with his hands bound. After just a few steps, he was subdued, watching helplessly as Xiao Yan was pushed back by Deng Yunlan.

Xiao Yan hadn’t realized the danger when she saw Deng Yunlan fighting Wu Lin earlier, but now in her own confrontation, she was shocked by the woman’s strength.

Her power was no less than the relentless pursuit by the Vengeful slave that had chased her and Han Li for three days and nights, perhaps even more troublesome.

But at this point, Xiao Yan couldn’t back down. She tossed the giant sword upward, her hands swiftly deploying a myriad of palm imprints.

Each imprint blazed with fire, instantly blooming like golden lotuses, blossoms unfurling inch by inch.

Unfazed, Deng Yunlan quickly swirled her arms like a windmill, shattering each fiery imprint Xiao Yan sent her way.

Xiao Yan leapt up, catching the airborne giant sword with both hands, raising it high to slash down at Deng Yunlan.

Deng Yunlan brought her palms together to catch the descending sword.

The flames on the giant sword exploded with a roar, blasting a circle of fire waves outward.

Deng Yunlan’s hands were seared with intense pain, as she forcefully twisted aside, launching a palm at Xiao Yan midair.

Xiao Yan returned the palm strike, borrowing the momentum to leap upward again.

She took the chance to leap over Deng Yunlan’s head, rushing towards the cultist holding the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire.

"Damn it!"

Deng Yunlan’s eyes widened in fury, turning and grabbing at Xiao Yan from a distance.

The skin beneath her clothes suddenly illuminated with a faint light, forming a blurred tiger that roared and leaped at Xiao Yan.

Sensing danger, Xiao Yan quickly turned and raised her giant sword to block.

The tiger crashed into the sword, sending Xiao Yan flying backward into the cultist lifting the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire.

This cultist had been enduring the pain of having his Spiritual Energy devoured by the fire, but when struck by Xiao Yan, he lost his balance, and both fell off the cable together.

The Law-breaking Talisman burning with the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire landed right in front of Xiao Yan. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed it.

The long-coveted object was finally in hand, yet Xiao Yan was now falling in mid-air, with scorching molten lava below.

She felt herself plummeting rapidly, her mind blank.

"Med—"

She opened her mouth to call out for the Medicine Lady, but the volcanic heat with sulfurous fumes filled her throat, stifling her call.

Panic surged through her heart, as her descent accelerated, the heat searing her back painfully.

I’m going to die!

The thought flashed through her mind, and a shadow caught her eye—a blurred figure seemed to approach on a sword.

She thought it was an illusion but the next moment, she was suddenly embraced, the sensation of falling replaced by a swift ascent.

The other cultist falling didn’t get so lucky; he screamed as he plunged into the lava, disappearing without even a bubble.

Fang Zhou looked down at the scene below, immensely relieved that he’d arrived in time, or the girl in his arms would’ve turned to volcanic ash.

He had just arrived, flying directly from the sky above Iron Sword Mountain into the volcano.

Upon entering, he saw Xiao Yan falling.

Fang Zhou recognized this flat-chested girl as the one he’d bumped into at the theater before, surprised she ended up here.

Fortunately, the Xuanyuan Sword was fast enough to catch her in time.

Fang Zhou flew to the upper level of the volcanic pit, preparing to set Xiao Yan down.

But Xiao Yan, perhaps stunned with fear, remained tightly against Fang Zhou’s chest without moving.

Fang Zhou felt nothing stir in his heart; if it were a bustier girl, he might not mind the proximity, but with this flat-chest, he felt nothing.

Could it be that she thought he was a handsome devil and was taking advantage of him on purpose?

Fang Zhou suddenly felt taken advantage of; he wasn’t one to stay silent when feeling shortchanged, so he immediately pinched Xiao Yan’s butt to regain the edge.

"Ah!"

Xiao Yan let out a scream, quickly jumping away from Fang Zhou, looking at him with astonished eyes.