With Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang working together, Ming Ye and Li Yang had already lost their eligibility to compete one after another. Li Huo, Buddha Corpse, and the others were also on the brink of defeat; it was only a matter of time. Following the plan, Su Ying headed toward Qiong Rou. She moved extremely fast and closed in on Qiong Rou in an instant.
"Qiong Rou, you're no match for me. Give up." Seeing Qiong Rou summon her other divine artifact, a fan, Su Ying gave a charming laugh. "I won't interfere in their match, either. Let's just sit back and watch them, all right?"
As she spoke, Su Ying looked toward Ling Tian. She had her back to Qiong Rou, completely unconcerned that Qiong Rou might attack her.
Seeing how confident Su Ying looked, a strange glint suddenly flashed through Qiong Rou's usually timid eyes. An extremely dense killing intent spilled out, but as if she had remembered something, she hurriedly concealed it and said softly, "Mm, I'm no match for Sister Su Ying. I concede."
Qiong Rou's killing intent had appeared and vanished in a flash, but Su Ying had still sensed it. The moment she felt it, she was plunged into an icy cellar, an intense sense of danger rising within her. She couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat. Yet when she focused on sensing it, the killing intent had vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
"Eh? That killing intent..." Su Ying murmured. She tightened her jade palm, only to find it slick with sweat. Even more puzzled, she thought, "Did Qiong Rou release it? How could that be? How could it have come from her?"
Thinking this, Su Ying slowly turned around. She met Qiong Rou's timid gaze,