Qing Lin held a longsword, her pretty face icy cold, dense killing intent flickering in her emerald-green eyes.
These two members of the Yao Clan truly had extraordinary methods.
Especially that clan pattern that could enhance their strength—it was even more profound.
As expected of people from the Ancient Clans, they were indeed difficult to deal with.
But it was still useless. Before absolute strength, all of these tricks were nothing but flashy frills.
Going all out, she fought one against two and easily defeated them both.
They had actually dared to launch a sneak attack and scheme against her. This debt would not be so easily forgotten.
"Next year today will be the anniversary of your deaths."
Qing Lin let out a sharp cry, her killing intent fully exposed.
She did not care whether they were from the Ancient Clans. She only knew that any grievance she suffered had to be repaid.
The longsword in her hand gleamed with cold light, and Qing Lin's aura grew ever stronger.
"Damn it, this crazy woman!"
The Yao Clan man's expression was ugly. He had not expected Qing Lin to show no mercy at all and truly intend to kill them.
But Qing Lin was indeed too strong. They were no match for her.
"Run!"
The Yao Clan man gave a low shout, and the two turned into streaks of light, fleeing rapidly in one direction.
In an instant, they had already traveled several hundred zhang.
"Trying to run!"
Qing Lin's gaze was icy. She swung her longsword down, sending a sword aura hundreds of zhang long slashing toward the pair.
"Go!"
Facing Qing Lin's attack, the Yao Clan man took a jade slip from his robes and hurled it out fiercely.
The jade slip shattered, releasing a powerful stream of energy.