Yanran's Helplessness

Watching Nalan Yanran split Yao Ming in two from the crown of his head with a single sword strike, Yao Xiaotian, sprawled on the ground, was dumbfounded. Qing Lin and Lv Man, watching from outside, were equally stunned. The entire cave fell into deathly silence.

Qing Lin and Lv Man looked at Yao Ming's body, split into two halves on the ground, and could not help feeling their scalps tingle.

Judging from Yao Xiaotian's earlier actions and his conversation with Yao Ming, it was clear that Yao Ming had been Yao Xiaotian's final trump card, someone he had only released after Nalan Yanran had driven him to desperation. His strength was beyond doubt.

Yet such a person had been cleaved in half by Nalan Yanran's utterly unforeseen sword strike? She had not even fought Yao Xiaotian this easily before!

In truth, whether it was Yao Xiaotian, Yao Kui, or Yao Ming, all three had been capable of instantly killing Nalan Yanran. Yet each time the one before them had gravely injured her, Nalan Yanran's strength had surged again and again, allowing her to reach such terrifying combat power!

"Ha."

After killing Yao Ming with one strike, Nalan Yanran turned her gaze toward Yao Xiaotian on the ground. His vacant, terrified eyes met hers. The overwhelming killing intent, coupled with the successive blows of reality hammering at his nerves, utterly shattered his psychological defenses.

Not only had Great Elder Yao Kui fallen, even Yao Ming, his final measure, had been slain by Nalan Yanran's single sword strike. Yao Xiaotian had completely run out of means to deal with Nalan Yanran.

At that moment, Yao Xiaotian felt that today had to be the unluckiest day of his entire life.

First, he had encountered an assault by ferocious beasts in the Barbaric Ancient