As Zhao Pengyun stood there in a daze.
The sword light had already crushed through his body.
With a single strike, Zhao Pengyun, an Integration Stage cultivator, became a laughingstock. Before he could even react, both his body and soul had already been annihilated.
Medicine Woman's mind had long since been shaken to its core at the sight.
Once she came to her senses, she hurriedly withdrew and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance.
"Do you think you can get away?"
Li Zhōujūn let out a cold laugh. With a thought, the immortal sword buzzed into motion, and a magnificent Sword Qi howled forth, crushing toward Medicine Woman's back.
"No!"
Feeling the sword strike behind her that was powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, Medicine Woman could not help but despair.
I'm begging you, you're a True Immortal. Can't you have some dignity?
To kill me, an Integration Stage cultivator, a Tribulation Transcendent would have been enough, right?
You, a True Immortal, actually came personally. Should I cry or laugh?
But what use was it to think about all that?
Perhaps in the eyes of mortals and low-level cultivators, she was a lofty Integration-stage Great Cultivator.
But beneath a single immortal sword, all her cultivation was like that of a newborn baby, utterly powerless to resist.
With a deafening boom, Medicine Woman also died beneath the sword light.
In the blink of an eye, two Integration-stage Great Cultivators had fallen at Li Zhōujūn's hands.
After dealing with Medicine Woman and Zhao Pengyun, Li Zhōujūn recalled his flying sword and looked at Murong Xue in his arms, examining her injuries.
"She can still be saved."
Li Zhōujūn swept his Spiritual Sense over Murong Xue from head to toe, only then letting out a sigh of relief.