The Ice Silk seemed to have a mind of its own, twisting and winding through gap after gap until it finally reached Ding Fen and pierced his dantian.
The instant Ding Fen's dantian was pierced, even more demonic qi spilled out, corroding every cultivator present.
Some rogue cultivators could not bear the corrosion of the demonic qi and turned to leave on the spot, without the slightest concern for saving face.
The disciples of aristocratic clans and sects still had to consider their dignity, at least to some extent. The situation had not yet become unbearable.
After piercing his dantian, however, Su Jiu did not recall the Ice Silk. Instead, it curved around and pierced Ding Fen's temples and several other acupoints. Only when his entire body had been riddled like a sieve did Su Jiu withdraw the Ice Silk. Ding Fen's corpse fell from midair to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
By the time Su Jiu struck, Qi Song had already put away the Formation Disk again. Thus, as Su Jiu withdrew the Ice Silk, quite a few people noticed their presence.
Thanks to their sect robes, most people recognized at a glance that they were disciples of the Azure Tide Sect.
Likewise, Chong Mo froze for an instant when he saw Su Jiu and her companions. Then his expression turned utterly grim. He knew that everything he had done might have been witnessed by these former fellow disciples.
At the same time, the guilt he could not suppress rose in his heart once more.
His gaze swept over his former fellow disciples one by one before finally settling on Ye Wanqing's tear-streaked face.
"I'm sorry."
A junior disciple cried out in grief and anger, "What good does apologizing now do? Can time turn back to five years