Nan Shunqing's old face reddened as well. His Third Hand was extraordinarily powerful, but it was a little embarrassing—every time he used it, it tore a huge hole through his trousers or belly skin.
Fortunately, that giant hand stretched farther and farther, swiftly crossing more than ten meters and grabbing the airborne leader of the great demonesses. With a puff, immense force erupted. The great demoness cried out in pain, unable to stop herself, as cracking sounds came from her body being squeezed tight.
Nan Shunqing sneered and grabbed again with both hands, easily drawing out ten streaks of white Sword Qi. Like crescent moons, they shot out in all directions.
The seemingly random Sword Qi glimmered faintly with silver light. Any red mist or wooden stake it touched was cut in two without the slightest obstruction.
Snow Bamboo and the others acted as well, rushing out one after another. Their Clear Talisman Swords burst apart again and again, directly severing the unguarded wooden stakes around them.
Gradually, the red mist in the woods dissipated, leaving only the wounded Red Pavilion assassins lying on the ground, unable to move.
Judging by their expressions, they could not even kill themselves. They could only glare venomously at Lin Xin's group.
As soon as Nan Shunqing withdrew his Third Hand, it dragged the great demoness back. He drew his sword with his right hand, and a dazzling streak flashed forth.
The great demoness was split into two like a watermelon with a single sword strike. Before she could even resist, her life vanished like fragrance fading from a flower.
Strangely, not a single drop of blood sprayed from her body.
Nan Shunqing withdrew his Third Hand and let the corpse fall. A faint flush crossed his face.
"Teacher, I startled you."
He turned