"It was her, that female cultivator! She must have bewitched the Grand Elder. Kill her first!"
A sharp-eyed demonic cultivator reacted at once and turned his gaze toward Bai Lan.
The next instant, the man condensed several azure vines and suddenly sent them lashing toward Bai Lan. Each vine was as thick as a towering tree, carrying immense momentum.
Bai Lan said nothing. She remained standing calmly where she was, merely raising one of Bai Ling's arms at an unhurried pace.
Her intent was plain to see. This time, she was not going to cut off a finger, but an arm. The instant He Gui saw Bai Lan's movement, he understood her meaning.
Sure enough, just as she was about to bring her hand down, the Nascent Soul cultivator attacking Bai Lan was sent flying hundreds of meters away by a single palm strike from He Gui.
"Who dares touch her?! If she harms Ling'er in the slightest because of this, I will make every last one of you accompany her in death!!!" Having lost Bai Ling, He Gui had gone utterly mad.
The man who had attacked just now had his pupils contract, but he was not looking at He Gui. He was looking at Bai Lan.
The instant he attacked Bai Lan, a strand of spiritual sense from her body seemed to sweep over him. In that fleeting instant alone, he felt a horrifying pressure.
That spiritual-sense pressure belonged to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Bai Lan smiled faintly.
Go mad. Go even madder. The crazier he became, the more he killed, the more dissatisfied these demonic Nascent Soul cultivators would become with He Gui.
When all that resentment and hatred continued to pile up, their hearts would grow ever more inclined to betray the Demonic Palace.
The muddier