The moment Li Jiao made her move, she unleashed several divine abilities at once. Clearly, she did not underestimate Ying Ming in the slightest and intended to end the battle quickly.
Yet at this moment, Ying Ming not only made no move, but even asked whether she was ready, instantly infuriating Li Jiao beyond measure.
"Die!"
With an angry shout, countless grayish-yellow flying daggers behind Li Jiao shot out like raindrops, filling the sky with a terrifying momentum!
Seeing this scene, Ying Ming's expression remained as calm as ever. She merely slowly raised her right arm and formed her hand into a blade.
The next moment, a piercing howl suddenly rang out above her head. A blood cloud rolled out from the void, covering half the sky in an instant.
At the same time, violet-red spiritual light flashed through Ying Ming's eyes, and she swung her right arm downward.
The blood cloud above her immediately responded, rapidly condensing into a blood-red axe blade as large as a mountain before cleaving straight toward Li Jiao.
As it approached the rain of daggers, it did not even need to make contact. The terrifying wind pressure from its slash blew every one of them away!
This sight left Li Jiao dumbfounded. She had never expected the spirit treasure her mother had given her to be so utterly vulnerable before Ying Ming's divine ability.
More importantly, the aura emanating from Ying Ming was vastly different from when they had last met!
"Late Silver Mayfly Stage? No... she's even stronger than that! She has already broken through to the Golden Mayfly Stage!
"But only six years have passed. How is that possible?!"
Li Jiao's mind was greatly shaken. Although many secret techniques could temporarily raise one's cultivation, a Bronze Mayfly Stage cultivator would have to