Watching Shi Lan approach with her sword, Zhao Ye couldn't stop fear from rising in waves within him. The night he'd barely escaped death at Shi Lan's hands had left a shadow in his heart.
Now even Luo Jin, whom he revered like a god, had died at Shi Lan's hands. Zhao Ye's mental defenses nearly crumbled completely.
Shi Lan acted as though she hadn't heard him. Her steps didn't falter in the slightest. She couldn't be threatened into submission; if she threw down her sword and gave up resisting, she'd die here alongside Ning Kangping.
She wasn't that stupid.
"Kill her! Avenge the sect leader!"
"Kill!"
Luo Jin had led the Wuji Sect for many years, so there were naturally plenty of loyal followers within the sect.
At the sight of Luo Jin's death, over a hundred people surrounded them. Half stepped forward and charged at Shi Lan, heedless of the enormous gap in strength and utterly unafraid of death.
The other half quietly retreated toward the factory's exits, clearly intending to protect themselves.
Shi Lan's gaze turned icy. Her blood surged, enveloping the silver longsword in her hand. Nearly a foot of crimson Sword Qi flickered along its edge.
Everything in the path of the Sword Qi was cut down!
Shhk—shhk—
The first three to charge were instantly sliced in half at the waist, weapons and all. Those behind them still didn't stop. They abandoned defense completely, using every means at their disposal to trade their lives for a wound!
The remaining Wuji Sect disciples were no stronger than those who'd reached the Great Completion of Bone Tempering. They should have posed no threat to Shi Lan, but now they'd become a pack of desperate men, with only one thought in their minds: kill Shi Lan with all