No battle cries, no curses, no roars of rage.
Several dozen New Realm powerhouses decisively unleashed their strongest forms and charged forward.
At the very front was a group of Flesh and Blood Path Little Giants, six or seven meters tall.
Some masters of visualization manifested flood dragons that clambered over the giants, bolstering their combat power.
Others released their Primordial Spirits and Dharma Forms, ghostlike as they attacked from heaven and earth alike.
There were also Mechanical Path masters transforming with a series of clicks and clacks, their legs shifting as they wielded mechanical warhammers and pounced savagely.
For a moment, even the wind and snow all around were torn apart by sky-reaching killing intent, and the air froze solid.
Endless pressure, like a great mountain, sought to crush Cui Moyang.
Cui Moyang was like a fluttering butterfly. She landed lightly atop a Flesh and Blood Path expert's head, calmly crouched down, and brushed the back of her head with one small hand, a hairpin dropping into her palm.
Pfft!
The hairpin pierced into the head.
Terrifying force instantly churned everything inside that head into minced meat.
The next instant, her figure appeared beside another Flesh and Blood Path giant's neck.
The hairpin stabbed in, and razor-sharp Sword Qi destroyed the spine and brain.
Cui Moyang moved as gracefully as a startled swan, and all twelve hairpins had been used.
Twelve New Realm experts died.
The other New Realm powerhouses were horrified, yet they remained silent and charged at Cui Moyang.
The manifested great dragon roared, shattering the air.
Primordial Spirits howled, burning the earth and freezing the sky.
Dharma Forms pounced, unfathomable as gods and ghosts.
Twelve hairpins tore through the air like swimming fish, circling around Cui Moyang.
Her little feet ran atop the manifested great dragon.