Hearing this, Ye Honglian showed no expression whatsoever.
The Succubus could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.
She had thought that after hearing those words, Ye Honglian would fly into a rage, or at the very least reveal a hint of agitation on her face.
Yet there was no emotion on Ye Honglian's face at all. She was like a stagnant pool, and no matter how the Succubus cast stones into it, she could not stir even the slightest ripple.
The Succubus sighed softly and was about to say something else...
Just then, when no one expected it, Ye Honglian swung her sword across the great lake once more!
This strike contained all of her strength!
From the instant she had been sent flying, she had secretly been gathering power for this sword strike.
Using this brief respite, she had squeezed out every last thread of spiritual energy within her and accumulated all her strength!
At last, she waited for the moment when the Succubus bent down, intending to pick up a wildflower by the lakeshore.
That wildflower was nothing more than an ordinary angelica plant, trembling in the autumn wind, utterly unremarkable.
Yet the Succubus had bent down and reached out her hand.
An opportunity like this could not be missed.
In that instant, Ye Honglian's eyes shone like cold stars.
The spiritual sword in her hand hummed without end, as though it too had sensed its mistress's resolute killing intent.
For this strike, she had borrowed the essence of the arrow Wang Xian had shot at Yan Hui in the secret realm... That arrow had crossed a thousand zhang of empty space, torn through wind and clouds, unstoppable and inescapable.
That was precisely the effect she wanted.
Catch the enemy off guard and cut them down from a hundred