Song Tian was startled by the white-clad woman's appearance, and the speed of his sword slowed by half a beat.
He let out a low growl. "So you're a demon!"
The white-clad woman laughed angrily at his words. Her sleeves fluttered, revealing a generous view of her chest. The sight blurred Song Tian's vision, and Bai Xue was so furious that she nearly jumped down from the tree...
A stunningly beautiful face and a fiery, alluring body—any man would go mad for her.
Unfortunately, Song Tian was a year younger than Wang Xian. For now, he could not truly be called a man.
In his eyes, the woman before him was nothing more than a red-powdered skeleton. How could she compare to his senior sister?
You brought this death upon yourself. Don't blame anyone else, the white-clad woman thought.
She had originally wanted to tease Song Tian for a while. Who could have imagined that he was merely an inexperienced brat?
So what if he practiced both dao and magic? Even a Spirit Transformation cultivator would have to obediently lower his head before her. Otherwise, they would all die!
White mist surged forth. Behind the white-clad woman appeared a five-colored butterfly. The enormous butterfly beat its wings, sending a cloud of hazy mist toward Song Tian.
Who would have thought that Song Tian's sword would be so fast? It showed no mercy at all.
Sword Beyond the Heavens!
It arrived before the white-clad woman without a sound, completely undetected. The sword slashed straight down at her head!
"Buzz!"
The white-clad woman had the butterfly protecting her, and a cloud of mist blocked Song Tian's Sword Beyond the Heavens.
But Song Tian had truly worked himself into a fury. He no longer cared what the result of this battle might be.