The star threads were drawn out, leaving the woman's body, already strong on the outside but hollow within, even more fragile.
She neither bled nor suffered any wounds, but the excessive depletion of her demonic qi still brought her down completely.
A smile lingered on Yun Huanling's face as he approached the female demonic cultivator step by step, as though he were walking toward his beloved.
When he reached her, he did not crouch down. Instead, he looked down at her. "So this is all you Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators amount to?"
The female demonic cultivator lowered her head, bloodthirsty killing intent lurking in her eyes. Her thoughts churned chaotically, as though she were considering how to show weakness so that this young man would spare her.
Thus, when she raised her head again, her eyes held a woman's delicate vulnerability.
"I..."
"Pfft!"
Before she could finish, a great gush of blood suddenly poured from her mouth.
She could not help looking up at Yun Huanling, only to find the youth smiling wickedly at her. Inch by inch, he drew the somewhat familiar-looking sword out of her body, bringing out torrents of blood that wound across the ground in a small pool.
Confusion flashed across the woman's face. She seemed unable to understand how someone could take another person's life without saying a word.
Wasn't he supposed to swagger before her first, then humiliate her before killing her? So where exactly had things gone wrong?
Yun Huanling curled his lips. "One look at your face told me you were about to fool me again. Do you think I'm as stupid as that fellow A Ling, letting a demonic cultivator finish speaking?"
Yun Huanling used a Dust-Cleansing Art to clean the blood from the blade before putting it away.
He never