Such an outcome made even Lin Xuan's face change in shock. He had already guessed that this mysterious woman was no weakling, but he had never imagined she would be powerful to such a degree.
With a lift of her hand and a turn of her foot—no, to be precise, with the flick of a finger, she had reduced a mid-Dongxuan immortal cultivator to flying ash and scattering smoke. An ordinary late-stage cultivator absolutely could not possess such strength.
Strong. Truly too strong. Could she have some connection to that Saint Ancestor Baoshe?
Lin Xuan could hardly hide the astonishment in his heart, while the Scorpion-Tailed Elder beside him was even more shaken, nothing but shock piled upon shock.
His earlier composure was long gone, replaced instead by a face full of unease. Seeing the mysterious woman look this way, he actually shivered violently. "Lou greets you, fellow Daoist. Might I ask the fairy's honored name, and how you are addressed in relation to Saint Ancestor Baoshe?"
This fellow's reaction was rather good. His thoughts were actually much the same as Lin Xuan's, beginning to suspect this woman's identity.
"She is my ancestor," the mysterious woman said flatly, her face filled with arrogance. "As for this lady's fragrant name, what sort of thing are you, that you think yourself worthy of asking about it here?"
Arrogant, overbearing, leaving not the slightest face. As soon as these words came out, the Scorpion-Tailed Elder's expression could be called wondrous to the extreme.
Fear, anger, and more besides...
His face shifted back and forth between red and white.
Being humiliated to his face like this by the other party, he wished he could swallow this woman alive and flay her raw. However, he had seen the scene of his companion's fall just now