Qing Tan looked at that familiar figure and clenched her small hands. She truly had not expected Mu Zi to give her such a huge "surprise."
This time, returning to the Eastern Xuan Region, Qing Tan had been brimming with confidence, determined to take down this wicked woman and let her have a taste of her strength. However, the result was no different from before. In that woman's hands, she was like a toy, only able to be ravaged at will.
Back then, Qing Tan had left the Great Yan Dynasty, joined Darkness Hall, and taken a super expert at the Samsara Stage as her master. Her future could be said to have been bright.
She had thought she could ride the momentum and surpass Mu Zi in one move, but she had not expected the gap between them to instead become even greater, so great she could not see the end of it.
"What level has your strength reached?" Qing Tan stared into Mu Zi's eyes and asked somewhat unwillingly.
Hearing this, Mu Zi smiled faintly, gently pinched up two slender fingers, and made a tiny gap between her fingertips.
"Me? I'm only just that little bit stronger than you~"
Qing Tan: .
"This scythe of yours is pretty good."
Mu Zi held Qing Tan's Black Scythe and examined it before her eyes. The scythe was over ten feet tall, its blade engraved with faintly visible runes, giving off a cold and sharp ripple.
This Black Scythe was a Pure Yuan Spiritual Treasure. It should have been an imitation of the Darkness Holy Scythe, ranked fifth on the ancient Divine Object Ranking, and its power was still fairly decent.
Mu Zi held the scythe, her fair, slender hand gripping the black handle, and began to dance it before her.