Beneath the singing stars, faint threads of bloodlust wafted continuously through the air. Even Fifth-order demonic beasts that caught this scent did not dare approach.
The pressure and killing intent of a Dou Emperor filled the skies. Every living creature within a hundred miles hid away tightly, terrified of dying without even knowing how.
Yun Yun's cold eyes stared fixedly at the cold corpse. Anyone who dared harm those by her side would meet this end.
She might be no good at managing a sect, no good at cooking, no good at anything, but her current strength was enough to hold up the sky.
Whoosh!
With a look of disgust, Yun Yun flicked the blood from her longsword. She was utterly repulsed by the Snake People Race.
After thinking it over carefully—
The Jia Ma Imperial Family needed to guard against other nations abroad, the Snake People Race along the border, and the Misty Cloud Sect at home. They simply had no spare energy to start a war.
Otherwise, given the sect's current state, they truly would not be much to look at—unless her master could break through to Dou Zong.
The current situation was truly a three-way balance. She wondered whether her strength was enough to protect the people she cared about.
Yun Yun's gaze turned toward Xiao Yi Xian, and a trace of tenderness unconsciously appeared in her eyes. There were only a few people she cared about. If not for her master, she would not have cared about the sect either.
Gu He, who saw this from the side, was completely stunned. He wished he could take Xiao Yi Xian's place and receive Yun Yun's gentleness.
Yun Yun was the only person he had ever loved in his life, yet for some reason, even with his status