In the valley.
The violet-black pillar of light slowly receded, revealing Qian Renxue within.
She remained standing, but the air about her had changed completely.
Her brilliant golden hair stirred without wind, rapidly turning silver-white. The wings of the once-holy Six-Winged Angel phantom had all turned dark purple, and violet-black flames burned in her eyes.
She slowly raised her head to look at the withered old man, her lips curling into a cold, uncanny smile.
"Just now-" Her voice carried an overlapping echo, as though two people were speaking at once. "Were you trying to kill me?"
Alarm bells shrilled in the withered old man's heart. He instinctively stepped back. "You-what on earth are you?!"
"Me?"
Qian Renxue-or rather, Dark Qian Renxue, who had taken control of her body-chuckled and raised her right hand.
A violet-black flame burned silently above her palm. Within it, countless wailing faces could vaguely be seen struggling.
"I came here-"
Her gaze sharpened, and the violet-black flames erupted!
"To send you all to hell!"
Before her words had faded, she vanished from where she stood. A moment later, she appeared behind a Soul Saint, her dark purple Angel Sword sweeping lightly across him.
The Soul Saint froze and looked down at his chest, where a thin black line had appeared. Then the line spread rapidly. His body swiftly blackened as though soaked in ink, crumbled, and scattered into ash!
A Soul Saint, slain in an instant!
Deathly silence fell over the scene.
Dark Qian Renxue flicked nonexistent ashes from her sword and turned toward the three remaining Soul Saints, her smile as brilliant as a poppy.
"Who's next?"
Her voice echoed beneath the blood-red moonlight, carrying an uncanny allure.
The three Soul Saints instinctively retreated half a step, fear flashing in their eyes. The dark,