That might have been the fastest speed Qin Yi had ever seen below the Formless Realm.
Even with the combination of his own Chao Feng's Wings and wondrous movement technique, he might match it in sheer speed, but not in that fierce, razor-sharp killing intent.
That swift, precise, ruthless strike that killed in a single blow... was like a venomous snake that had lurked in the shadows for ages, spotting its chance and suddenly flicking out its tongue.
Just as the burly man breathed his last, lightning abruptly flashed. The entire Flying Magical Artifact exploded with a deafening boom. The cultivators riding the clouds aboard it had no time to react before they were all reduced to ash.
Flames and blood burst together through the air. Amid the smoke and thunder, a black shadow floated, slowly revealing the slender back of a young girl.
Qin Yi pressed his lips tightly together.
As the smoke dispersed, nearly everyone's first glance fell upon that waist slender enough to encircle with one hand, sinuous as a snake. Her slim body stood tall and still, black wings spread from her back, feathers sharp as arrows and gleaming with a dim dark sheen.
Yu Shang drew a breath.
Wings... black.
Soaring Serpent!
Of course it was a Soaring Serpent... The girl turned her head slightly, and Qin Yi saw Ye Ling's familiar profile.
Only... she seemed more grown now, no longer quite so loli-like... Her upturned eyes carried a touch of phoenix grace as she gazed sidelong at the blood mist, indifferent and calm. Her lips had somehow become vividly rosy, their corners faintly curled in mockery and... demonic charm.
The little face that had once looked pale from malnourishment had long since changed, crystalline as jade and soft enough to break with a puff.