Her five fingers tightened slightly around her right hand, and her dark-golden phalanges let out a low rumble.
Crack!
Before the shattered Dao Hearts of a hundred thousand cultivators, the Azure Cloud Sect's sacred treasure—a weapon that had accompanied Zhao Chengfeng for centuries and drunk the blood of countless experts—was bent, warped, and finally crushed apart by Su Yueli as though she were kneading clay.
Countless fragments of azure flying swords turned into dazzling scraps of metal, drifting down through her fingers like scattered rain.
"Pfft—!"
With his bonded divine weapon utterly destroyed, Zhao Chengfeng's Divine Soul immediately suffered a severe backlash.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the aura around him withered in an instant. His once-ruddy face turned corpse-pale within a split second.
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
Zhao Chengfeng stared fixedly at Su Yueli, and at last, boundless terror surfaced from the depths of his eyes.
He had cultivated the Immortal Dao for over a thousand years and fought through countless bloody battles, yet he had never seen anyone crush the bonded divine weapon of a Tenth Realm grand cultivator into metal scraps using nothing but pure physical strength.
This completely overturned the most fundamental common sense of the cultivation world.
"Run!"
At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.
This masked woman in black was no mortal ant. She was an ancient fiendish god wearing human skin!
Yet before the Spiritual Power within Zhao Chengfeng could circulate again, before he could retreat even half a step—
A golden-red afterimage had already streaked through the air.
Too fast.
Before the pure physical explosive force of an early Ten-Thousand Tribulations Realm expert, the movement techniques Tenth Realm cultivators took such pride in were as slow as a snail crawling.
Su Yueli crossed