Clang!
The baleful sword light struck Jiang Jingnian's arm with an explosive metallic clash. The shock waves spread outward, only to surge back under a terrifying pulling force.
Whoosh.
Only then did a translucent armguard wreathed in mist appear on Jiang Jingnian's arm. The Dao Soldier Armguard trembled slightly, dissolving the scattered baleful qi into nothing.
Then the Frost-Snow Sword in Liu Qingzhi's hand slashed down without the slightest pause.
Thud.
Two beautiful heads rolled to the ground.
Blood gushed from the severed necks, frozen by the Frost-Snow Sword's evil-slaying frost before it could finish splashing onto the ground.
Crack... crack...
Frost spread along the blood, soon freezing the headless corpses of the two demonic women into ice sculptures.
The sisters Yuehuan and Yueming could never have imagined it.
Their very first battle in Lin'an after leaving the mountains had ended in such a gruesome fate.
Such was the martial world.
Those who refined innocents into human resources would themselves become stepping stones for righteous experts.
Those who killed would also be killed.
Wanyan Ma, who had begun retreating violently the instant Jiang Nianci appeared, watched the bloody scene with a trace of distress on his face.
Yuehuan, Yueming...
The two junior sisters with whom he had just been discussing important matters had met such an end in the blink of an eye.
Although they were not particularly close, often fighting until their heads bled over resources within the sect.
And this time, they had been forced to work together under their martial uncle's intimidation.
They had at least shared some fleeting intimacy.
However.
The Demonic Path had always been heartless, concerned only with gain.
Dead junior sisters were nothing at all.
He extinguished that complicated flicker of sympathy for his own kind in an instant. More concerned with his