Facing the incoming sword light, An Yue desperately mobilized the True Yuan within her body, unwilling to die just like that.
But she was merely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Even at the peak of Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection, how could she possibly have any strength to fight back before a Spirit Severing stage powerhouse?
The True Yuan within her body seemed frozen solid, impossible to stir in the slightest.
The sword light appeared swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.
As the sword qi disappeared, a thin red line appeared across An Yue's neck.
There were no unnecessary words, only her wide-open eyes, fully revealing the unwillingness in her heart. ??
Yet no matter how unwilling she was, at this moment, it was all of no avail.
"Pfft!"
A muffled sound followed, and crimson blood sprayed from An Yue's neck, falling onto the frost-covered ground and turning into specks of bloody red plum blossoms.
Amid the splattering blood, An Yue's Sea of Consciousness and dantian were reduced to nothing beneath that single sword strike.
"Second Sister, don't..."
First Tower Mistress Shao Ai's voice rang out, but it was already too late.
As her words fell, An Yue's body crashed to the ground, all life extinguished.
"Sigh! Second Sister, you... how could you be so impulsive? As the Second Tower Mistress of the sect, it is indeed your duty to uphold the sect's rules as head of punishments."
"But... An Yue was Fourth Sister's disciple after all. Fourth Sister's cultivation realm is inferior to ours to begin with, and she already bears immense pressure."
"By doing this, you have not only placed even greater pressure on Fourth Sister, but also damaged the sisterly bond between us!"
Looking at the slain An Yue, Shao Ai sighed softly before turning her gaze