"You mean this?" Lu Ying'er raised a slender hand. In her palm lay a silver hook about a foot long, and she spoke as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. "This person seemed to be Fellow Daoist Ma's disciple, but he was loitering around Horned Python Mountain and colluding with outsiders. So I destroyed the traitor in passing."
"You..."
Ma Yuntong was furious. The other party simply did not put him in her eyes, but he restrained himself from making a move. She was so fearless—could it be that the Nascent Soul Realm old monster had come as well?
Seeing his gaze waver, how could Lu Ying'er not know what he was thinking? A hint of disdain appeared on her face. "Relax. Against someone like you, I alone am enough. There is no need for Young Master to act at all."
"Is that so?"
Ma Yuntong's face had already turned into a savage grin. Just now, he had swept the surroundings with a secret art; there truly was no one else nearby. Since that was the case, why would he still stand on ceremony? Although Lu Ying'er appearing here was somewhat strange, he ought to seize the chance and eliminate her first.
As long as this woman died, that brainless girl Liu Xin would not be worth fearing.
With this thought, Ma Yuntong no longer hesitated. He stretched out his hand and slapped his waist, and a huge blade about a zhang long was immediately offered up.
This blade was not only a heavy weapon of astonishing length; its entire body also showed a faint purple hue. One glance was enough to tell it was extraordinary, and in all likelihood contained deadly poison.
That was indeed the case. To forge this fierce weapon, he had spent almost half