If Xiao Yan, with the cultivation of a Sixth Grade Supreme, defeating and killing Qing Ming, who stood at the peak of the eighth grade, was already a feat shocking enough, then everything before them now was enough to fill everyone with fear toward this woman, who had remained calm from beginning to end.
They had not even seen clearly how she had mobilized her spiritual power to kill Wu Ai.
Those with sharper senses had only detected a prickling sense of crisis the moment that attack arrived, instinctively turning their heads for a glance.
Then came that black light which stole away every gaze, crossing past everyone and making even that Ninth-grade Supreme powerhouse before them, whose cultivation had suffocated them all, die in grievance.
There had been no struggle, nor any resistance.
One could not help but subconsciously imagine what would happen if that terrifying strike landed on oneself.
...The answer was naturally obvious.
They did not even need to think about what would happen if an attack that even a Ninth-grade Supreme could not endure landed on them.
...What a joke. Even if they fully summoned their own Supreme Dharma Bodies, they could not withstand a full-force punch from another Ninth-grade Supreme.
And what cultivation did she even possess now?
She seemed to be only... a Sixth Grade Supreme?
"Gulp..."
With Wu Ai dead, the Fiery Golden Alms Bowl overhead also lost control. Its dazzling radiance gradually faded, while the chanting of Buddhist scriptures by their ears slowly subsided.
In the air that had suddenly fallen silent, the sounds of many people swallowing their saliva mingled together. No one dared underestimate this previously unknown young man and woman any longer.
As for those wary and fearful gazes, Yao Wan unconsciously let out a long breath.
...Sure enough,