By the time Lu Yunxiao arrived in front of the martial arts academy hall, the battle had already begun.
Ling Qingzhu was in a foul mood, and Luo Jiu had conveniently delivered himself to her as a punching bag.
Luo Jiu was merely at Form Creation Grand Completion. Facing the furious assault of a Peak Creation Stage expert, the outcome was obvious.
From beginning to end, he did not even have the ability to resist. Ling Qingzhu treated him like a sandbag.
Ling Qingzhu had deliberately refrained from finishing him off immediately, instead beating him with fists and kicks.
It seemed as though she was simply venting her emotions.
Ling Qingzhu's expression was cold, her eyes carrying an indifferent distance that kept others at arm's length.
The icy aura she gave off in battle made Jiang Lei, Jiang Xue, and the others watching tremble slightly.
Luo Jiu, the dignified head of the Blood Vulture Martial Arts Academy, was being brutally beaten like this. Even their eyelids twitched at the sight.
This Miss Qingzhu was a little ruthless.
Only after beating him for a while did Ling Qingzhu slap Luo Jiu aside.
Luo Jiu lay on the ground like a dead dog, with barely any breath left in him.
Only then did Ling Qingzhu's icy aura dissipate, and the coldness in her clear eyes receded somewhat.
She no longer gave off such a detached feeling.
Some of her emotions had quietly faded away just now.
Yet Jiang Lei and the others still felt somewhat afraid of Ling Qingzhu. They had never expected that someone who looked like a fairy would not only possess terrifying strength, but also strike with such ruthlessness. She was truly rather frightening.
It was not as though they had never seen dead people.
They were not afraid