So It Was a Female

"After today, I'm afraid the top spot on the Fairy ranking will return to President Xun'er." A suave young master slowly closed his eyes, as though unable to bear watching such beauty perish.

At those words, the overlords of every faction wore bitter smiles and said nothing, as if tacitly accepting this rather common remark.

A Dou Zun facing a Saint—even if she only had to withstand a single blow—had absolutely no chance of survival.

Thus, even though Hun Ruoruo had once subdued Black Demon Lightning, no one present held any hope for her.

Seeing everyone sighing, Tang Ying, the Myriad Sword Pavilion's chief disciple who had once met the girl, finally could not hold himself back. He spoke softly, "Grandfather, Miss Ruoruo, she..."

"No one can save her."

Venerable Jian kept his eyes shut.

As if he had anticipated Tang Ying's intentions, the old man sighed and said, "A Heavenly Phoenix Saint in the prime of its vitality—forget this old man. Even if her master, Yao Chen, were here in person, he would be doomed to fail in saving her."

Tang Ying said unwillingly, "But Venerable Yao is a ninth-tier Grandmaster. With his prestige, how would they dare kill her so ruthlessly?"

Venerable Jian shook his head. "Ying'er, remember this well. On the Dou Qi Continent, all methods are merely external aids. Only sufficient cultivation gives one true authority."

"If Venerable Yao could invite a true Saint to intervene, there might still be a chance to turn this around, but... sigh."

At this point, helplessness surfaced on Venerable Jian's aged face. He slowly said, "As one of the Three Great Families of Magical Beasts, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan is the most overbearing and protective of its own. How could their enmity be so easily incurred?"

Tang Ying fell