"Damn it, how is this possible?"
Yu'er, who had been about to strike, looked at her suddenly vanished arms and legs, her face instantly filling with terror.
The next moment, the surrounding scenery shattered like a mirror, and the scene returned to the arena from before.
At this moment, she was lying on the arena covered in blood, while across from her, Gu Qingzhi was unhurriedly putting away her zither.
"I call you a child, yet you refuse to accept it."
"I don't enjoy indulging a child's temper. If I weren't forbidden from killing you, you could already be starting your next life."
With that, Gu Qingzhi turned and left with calm composure.
The entire process was exceptionally swift and seamless, flowing like drifting clouds and running water, as though she had merely done something utterly insignificant.
"Hiss, so... so fast. The entire process only took a dozen or so breaths."
"That's ridiculously strong. She defeated a fifth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator in just a dozen breaths? Such combat power can no longer be described as merely exaggerated."
"Even a mortal would need more than a dozen breaths to kill a pig."
"Clean and decisive. With such strength, she could make a name for herself even in the Crimson Wasteland, couldn't she? Looks like the Third Region isn't entirely made up of trash."
"Fellow Daoist, mind your words. It took her more than a dozen breaths to defeat Yu'er, but to kill you, perhaps only one breath would be needed."
"I won't say any more, I won't."
The cultivators watching all around exclaimed in amazement.
They were astonished by Gu Qingzhi's speed.
She had defeated a fifth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator in a dozen or so breaths?
If not for the rules' restrictions, she would likely already be dead.
Such speed and