I glanced at the Magical Artifact whip in Xue Qingcheng's hand. I had personally found it for her, forged from stone that even earthfire could not melt. Since it did not need to accommodate any special abilities and focused solely on energy transmission, it was exceptionally sturdy and powerful. If it clubbed a dao body, the result would be little different from the Soul-Beating Whip. However, it only possessed tremendous force, so it was merely a Magical Artifact.
And the reason the Soul-Beating Whip was a divine artifact was that it could even attack incorporeal bodies—an impossible height for any ordinary Magical Artifact to reach. Moreover, the Soul-Beating Whip ignored all kinds of armor and defensive methods. Its power even grew stronger against stronger enemies. Even if a Ninth Tribulation True Immortal took the blow while standing still, one strike to the skull would probably leave their head bursting apart on the spot.
"Weren't you supposed to be good at fighting? Is this all?" Xue Qingcheng snorted coldly. I was caught between laughter and tears. Ever since becoming sect master, this beauty had grown increasingly fond of playing the villain.
Shu Li clenched her teeth and struggled out of the deep pit, her face twisted with pain. Chi Liu and Gu Rong beside me had already sucked in a cold breath, clearly horrified by their own sect master's violence. After all, those two fellows had still been cheering Shu Li on moments ago.
Xiao Yi and An Jun were speechless as well. Even they could tell that Xue Qingcheng had grown monstrously powerful. The gap in strength was simply beyond anything they could make up for.
Shu Li truly could not withstand even one round. The instant she got to her feet, she fell to her knees again. The essence