Yin-Devouring Butterflies fluttered through the dark tomb, filling the air, while the eerie green candlelight gilded them with a chilling glow.
When Su Jiu turned back again, she saw Liu Min's face, bearing the ghost of a smile, and Huang Shan, who had died without a sound.
The prison Gu Ningyun had drawn around Liu Min had vanished at some unknown point.
"My little martial niece, as I said, you're far too naive. Did you really think a lousy brush could imprison me?"
Gu Ningyun's beautiful face held nothing but boundless fury and bitter disappointment. The fire in her eyes seemed ready to burn Liu Min to ashes. Apparently unwilling to waste another word on her, she charged straight at Liu Min.
The Sword Formula she unleashed thrust mercilessly toward Liu Min.
Liu Min chuckled.
An ominous premonition crept into Su Jiu's heart. Almost without thinking, she pulled Gu Ningyun back.
Sure enough, in the next instant, two Corpse Puppets appeared out of thin air where Gu Ningyun had just stood.
Gu Ningyun stared at Liu Min in disbelief. If not for Su Jiu, she might already have been dead. Liu Min actually wanted to kill her? So this was what it meant to be fellow disciples. While she had been racking her brains to find a way to spare Liu Min's life, Liu Min had wanted only to take hers! How laughable. How tragic!
At some point, Liu Min had also teleported away from her previous position, appearing far from them. She gently opened her palm, and a purplish-black flute instantly appeared in it.
She had barely sounded a single note before the Yin-Devouring Butterflies rushed madly toward the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.
Yun Chao and Feng Qi attacked at once, intending to put Liu Min to the sword, but Su