Xiao Cha stood in midair above all the halls of the Great Freedom Palace. Violent waves of magical power surged behind her like clouds, sweeping the blood-red demonic qi in every direction.
Before her alone, every disciple of the Great Freedom Palace had brought out magical treasures and formed hand seals, yet none dared advance.
Xiao Cha's spell arts were far too powerful, and the divine-light blood shadows were far too fast. Nearly every spell and magical treasure aimed at her missed, while anyone who attacked her would immediately suffer her counterattack—and no one could withstand even a single blow from her. Within several breaths, more than fifty Great Freedom Palace disciples had already died by Xiao Cha's hand!
As the blood-red demonic qi rolled and churned like flames, it seemed that the entire Great Freedom Palace had fallen beneath the shadow cast by Xiao Cha.
Yet these Orthodox Xuanmen cultivators, filled with terror and pacing about without daring to step forward, did not know that the Xiao Cha of before had merely been a little demon they believed they could crush to death at will.
The mocking smile on Xiao Cha's face—covered in shocking crimson scales and possessing a demonic, seductive beauty—grew ever more pronounced... At this moment, the meaning behind that smile became even clearer. It was the smile of someone who saw every Great Freedom Palace disciple as her blood food. In the eyes of these lofty Orthodox Xuanmen cultivators, ordinary mortals and little demons they could crush at will had always been lowly beings of a different class. Yet now, they too realized that in the eyes of this terrifying, powerful demoness, they were likewise nothing more than lowly beings.
"Why does this scene seem so familiar?"
Amid the billowing gale, Xiao Cha looked down at