"Trying to run?"
Han Yuchen stood at the edge of the Star Gazing Pavilion, looking down from above at the streak of bloody light that was about to sink completely into the ground, a trace of icy mockery flashing through the depths of his eyes.
He did not even lift a finger, because he knew someone else was even less willing than he was to let such "filth" slip away right under his nose.
Before Han Yuchen's words had even faded, Leng Yuebai had already moved.
She was like a weightless beam of cold moonlight, drifting down from the top floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion.
Her plain white dress snapped in the dark purple wind, and her silver-white hair traced an exquisitely beautiful arc through the air.
In Leng Yuebai's glassy eyes, which had always been devoid of any emotion, a rare flash of sharp killing intent appeared.
To her, any prey that tried to play tricks in front of Han Yuchen, or even dared to flee, was a desecration of the "protective" will within her very source.
She herself might not understand this intense fluctuation of emotion, but her body's instincts had already taken the most violent action one step ahead.
Clang—!
A clear sword cry that seemed capable of tearing the soul apart suddenly exploded through the air.
Leng Yuebai gave a slight turn of her fair wrist, and the silver-white ribbon wrapped around it—[Star Radiance Heavenly Silk], which had shown not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power—fully revealed the terrifying fangs of a mutant God-tier martial soul at that moment.
The originally soft ribbon instantly snapped taut, transforming into a silver whip dozens of meters long.
Across the body of the whip flowed pure star-light laws refined to the extreme, a higher-dimensional power capable of cutting