As the bloodlight faded.
It meant that another direct disciple of a Dao Sect had fallen in this world.
Jiang Yuechu casually flicked the remaining beads of blood from her palm, not even glancing at the notification on the panel.
The gains from killing people differed far too greatly from what demons and devils provided. Better out of sight, out of mind.
Yet while the woman at the heart of it remained calm, the Rogue Cultivators watching from afar were all struck dumb with disbelief.
The fingers hidden in their sleeves trembled faintly as they silently tightened around their respective life-saving incantations.
A direct disciple of the Jieqing Sect, a great cultivator among the Twelve Sons of the Chessmaster Realm.
Dead just like that!
Who knew whether the next palm strike would land on their heads?
There was an eighty percent chance the two sides had simply argued and then come to blows... but what if?
What if this white-robed girl was a Baleful Intent star whose moods changed on a whim, one who would unleash a slaughter at the slightest disagreement?
The Immortal-God Cave Abode was vast and boundless, with opportunities everywhere.
Why did they have to linger beneath the gaze of this Baleful Intent star?
No one knew who first formed a hand seal, but a figure instantly turned into a faint streak of light and fled madly in the direction completely opposite Chang'an City.
That movement seemed to be some sort of signal.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless escape lights streaked across the sky.
The cultivators who had just crowded nearby to watch the spectacle now wished they could grow two extra legs.
They did not dare utter a word, afraid of disturbing the spear-wielding girl. In the blink of an eye, they had all fled clean away.