The Purple Clad Man was cut to pieces. Zhou Qingran sliced apart both his head and his King's Body, while a sword intent pinned his soul firmly in place, leaving him unable to move.
It had all happened in an instant. The frenzied Zhou Qingran had no idea what it meant to hold back; there was only one word in her mind: kill.
"How is this possible?"
The Purple Clad Man's soul roared in disbelief. He couldn't believe he hadn't been able to withstand even one move from Zhou Qingran. He came from the main academy, and his talent was monstrous!
Even if he wasn't as gifted as Zhou Qingran, how could the gap between them be so great at the same cultivation level?
"You're asking for death!"
The Yellow Robe Man and another man beside him saw what happened and roared as they charged at her together.
"I'll start with you!"
"You'll all be buried alongside my masters!"
Blood tears streamed down Zhou Qingran's face. Her blue hair fluttered, and her killing intent shook heaven and earth.
The sword in her hand seemed capable of severing the flow of time across the ages. The two men in yellow who rushed toward her were swept away in an instant. Their King's Bodies were pulverized, and their souls were pinned firmly in place.
Zhou Qingran brought out an ancient furnace, tossed the three men's souls inside, and began forcibly refining them.
"Qingran."
Daoist Lu Chen opened his mouth, wanting to tell Zhou Qingran to stop, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to say them.
He knew Zhou Qingran had already become obsessed with revenge. She wouldn't stop.
Now, she and the main academy were locked in a fight to the death!
Far away, at the edge