Yet the purple-robed young man in her sight showed not the slightest trace of fear.
Only a chilling smile rose within his deep, dark eyes.
"Then that's wonderful."
The young man's faintly mocking laughter rang in Ao Xue's ears, instantly turning her hands and feet cold, as though she had plunged into an ice cave.
"You're dead today."
The suffocating sensation of death rushed toward her.
Only now did Ao Xue finally realize that he was not joking in the slightest.
The next second, Lu Yuan raised his hand and withdrew the light erosion from her body, turning it into flecks of dark-gold light that dissipated into the night sky.
Before Ao Xue could get up from the ground,
the jade slip was tossed before her again with a clink.
"Pick it up! Pick up the jade slip!"
There was no discernible anger or pleasure in the young man's voice, yet it made Ao Xue tremble all over like thunder from a clear sky.
She finally understood what he meant.
This second young lady, who enjoyed being surrounded by admirers like stars clustering around the moon among the Flood Dragon Race, immediately collapsed to the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down, kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Senior! Senior... I know I was wrong!"
"I'll never dare do it again! Please, please spare me this once!"
The instant her words fell,
Ao Xue suddenly saw a dazzling beam of light appear in Lu Yuan's palm.
Her pupils instantly dilated.
Then,
her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.
Where the two Flood Dragon Race Attendants had died, Ji Qingtang, whose heart had been dead ashes moments earlier, now stood among the shattered walls, dumbstruck.
After witnessing the horrific deaths of two supreme experts with her own