Hun Sha took a single step and instantly crossed hundreds of zhang, arriving before everyone in the blink of an eye.
Looking down from above, he toyed with the pink-haired girl on the stone platform, who appeared to be no more than twenty. A sinister grin spread across his face. "You're the young clan leader of the Sword Clan? A little young, but your strength isn't bad!"
Liuli signaled to Xiao Yan beside her with her eyes. He nodded in understanding, then leaped through the air with Gongsun Sanbu, Shennong the Elder, and the others toward Hun Xuzi.
"You've got some nerve. You just entered the Seven-star Dou Sheng realm, and you want to challenge This Seat alone?" Hun Sha made no move to stop Xiao Yan from leaving. In his eyes, everyone in the Yao Realm was already a turtle caught in a jar; the Soul Clan would sweep them all up in one net.
"How would I know without trying?" Liuli said lightly, her lovely face expressionless.
"Hahaha! Good! Then This Seat will play with you today! When the time comes, I'd like to see how the Sword Clan begs us to let you go!"
Hun Sha burst into laughter. In the next instant, the Ghost Head Blade on his shoulder became an afterimage, its dark-red gale hurtling straight at the young girl's face.
Boom!
The blade light instantly split the entire stone platform in two. The long gash was neat and smooth, but it had struck empty air. The moment Hun Sha attacked, the young girl had vanished from her original position.
The next moment, Liuli, dressed in a blue-and-white gown, stood atop a cliff. The Heart Rain Sword in her hand hummed ceaselessly, and where its tip pointed, space twisted like boiling water.
Though his strike