A gentle breeze drifted by.
Above the clouds.
Everyone's expressions finally turned solemn.
The old woman who had spoken earlier narrowed her eyes and said sinisterly, "What do you mean by this, little friend?"
As she spoke.
Her fingers were already forming a hand seal.
They had expected this girl to be unruly, expected her words to be strange and unrestrained.
But no one had imagined... that before more than a dozen True Persons of Dao Orthodoxy, she would reveal such a stance of fighting to the death.
Could it be that she intended to face all of them alone?
How laughable.
Though the people around them said nothing.
Streams of aura circulated around every figure, held in check without being released.
Clearly.
If the girl made even the slightest further move.
They would strike at once and suppress her.
Yet their grave expressions had lasted only a few breaths.
When, in the next instant.
Their pupils suddenly contracted.
For the suspended figure before their eyes had faded away out of thin air.
It was not some blinding technique.
She was simply fast.
So fast that even they could not react!
Terror surged through their hearts as they tried to locate the girl.
"Watch out!"
A thunderous shout exploded.
It came from a middle-aged man carrying an ancient sword on his back.
Unfortunately.
It was too late.
The white-robed woman who had mocked her earlier felt a chill run down the back of her neck.
Every hair on her body stood on end in that instant.
She whipped her head around and hurriedly looked behind her.
But in the next moment.
She realized she could see nothing at all.
The girl drew back her right arm as though drawing a bow.
Brilliant red radiance and silver-purple lightning slurry swept up