If Xiao Yan, with his Sixth Grade cultivation, defeating Qing Ming at the peak of Eighth Grade and killing him was already a feat shocking enough to stun people, then everything before their eyes at this moment was enough to make everyone feel fear toward this woman who had remained calm from beginning to end.
They had not even seen clearly how she had activated her spiritual energy to kill Wu Ai.
Those who were slightly sharper had only sensed, when that strike arrived, some kind of crisis like a thorn in their back, and so had instinctively turned to glance behind them.
After that came the black light that stole every gaze, crossing over everyone and making even the Ninth Grade Supreme expert before them, who had left them all suffocating, die in bitterness.
There had been no struggle, and no resistance.
It made people subconsciously wonder what would happen if that terrifying strike landed on them.
...The answer was naturally obvious.
A strike that even a Ninth Grade Supreme could not withstand—there was no need to think too much about what would happen if it landed on them.
...What a joke. Even if they pushed their Supreme Fa Body with all their strength, they still could not take a full-power punch from another Ninth Grade Supreme head-on.
And she—what cultivation level was she now?
It seemed she was only... a Sixth Grade Supreme?
"Gulp..."
Wu Ai was dead, and the Crimson-Gold Alms Bowl above their heads also lost control. Its brilliant radiance gradually went out, and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures by their ears slowly subsided.
In the air that had suddenly fallen quiet, the sounds of many people swallowing mixed together. Toward this young man and woman of no known reputation, no one dared look down on