Looking at the Zhao Household's young master approaching with a grinning, flippant face, as well as the Second Realm cultivator with his head held high and arrogance written all over his face, Su Yueli frowned slightly.
A Second Realm cultivator...
And these martial artists around the Third Realm.
Come to think of it, it seemed she had not seen people of this level for several hundred years.
In a daze, Su Yueli recalled a time long ago, when she had still been a little martial artist struggling in the mortal world. Back then, merely encountering a Second Realm cultivator would force her to rack her brains and stake her life in battle.
Now, however, these people were no different from ants in her eyes.
"You lowly refugee, what are you staring at? Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Seeing Su Yueli frown, a Zhao Household servant barked harshly. With saber in hand, he strode over and reached for Su Yueli's shoulder.
Han Qingling, the eldest daughter of the Han Household, went pale. Exhausting the last shred of her strength, she stepped forward again, shielding Su Yueli as she shouted angrily, "Zhao Tiancheng! If you have the guts, come at us sisters! What kind of ability is bullying an innocent passerby?!"
"Innocent?"
The Zhao Household's young master gave a lewd laugh, his gaze sweeping over Su Yueli. "Here, any woman this young master takes a liking to is no innocent! Seize her!"
Han Yu, the younger sister, lay in the mud and cried anxiously, "Miss, run! Don't worry about us!"
Faced with their clamor and the sisters' cries, Su Yueli's expression did not change.
She merely stood quietly in the rain and gently raised her right hand.
The Zhao Household's young master and the Second Realm cultivator froze for