Out in the wilderness.
Whether they were rogue cultivators harboring their own schemes or disciples of the Wusang Sect.
All of them stood frozen in horror.
Several breaths passed.
Only when the white-robed girl slowly landed, her spear held point-down.
Did everyone shudder violently and break free of the scene they had just witnessed.
They truly had no idea how to explain it...
It had taken no more than a moment.
Three Cloud-Dream prodigies of the eight-piece Chessmaster Realm had all perished.
Had an elder of a Dao Sect personally struck them down, they might just have been able to accept it.
But the girl before them was plainly far too young.
Her aura was only at the fourth-piece Chessmaster Realm, and those she had killed were prodigies of the Cloud-Dream Palace.
Those rogue cultivators lived by licking blood from a blade's edge and had seen plenty of ruthless people.
Yet now, their eyes held nothing but reverence and fear as they looked at Jiang Yuechu.
Zhang Xingzhi stood rooted to the spot.
Only when the girl landed did he suddenly realize... he had actually forgotten to breathe.
Wusang's direct disciple lowered his head to glance at the dark red threads of blood that had yet to disperse within his sleeve, then looked up ahead again.
It was hard to imagine how someone like her had suddenly emerged among humanity's prodigies.
He considered himself fairly knowledgeable.
Among the younger generation of the Nine Great Dao Sects, he had a rough idea of who could fight and who merely enjoyed a resounding reputation.
Yet he had never heard so much as a whisper about this white-robed girl.
Earlier, he had even wondered whether she might be an unparalleled prodigy the Wusang Sect had secretly kept hidden.
But upon further thought, that