Seeing that she truly could do nothing to Yun Huanling, Fang Xi turned her gaze back to Su Jiu. "Looks like your little friend isn't going to bother with you."
"He's always been a coward," Su Jiu said indifferently.
Yun Huanling's concern subsided a little. He even wanted to snap back at Su Jiu.
Seeing that Su Jiu would not rise to her provocation, Fang Xi's expression darkened. "Then you can go first." Yun Huanling had never been her main target anyway.
It was Su Jiu, who had ties to Qi Yu and had taken the Cold Pool Secret Key.
Several wooden spikes instantly shot toward Su Jiu.
Su Jiu caught an Ice Spike Talisman between her index and middle fingers.
She sent it flying toward the wooden spikes at once. The wooden spikes were knocked to the ground, while several ice spikes continued toward Fang Xi.
Just as Fang Xi was about to dodge, she discovered that Su Jiu had activated another two talismans.
Watching Su Jiu throw out one superior-grade and supreme-grade talisman after another, Yun Huanling could not help remarking, "What a spendthrift."
Still, Su Jiu really was in no condition to expend too much spiritual energy right now. Talismans were the better choice, requiring only a little spiritual energy to activate.
Although Fang Xi had reached foundation establishment great perfection many years ago, her temperament and aptitude had kept her from making another breakthrough. She spent much of her time not cultivating, but scheming.
Over the past hundred and seventy years, countless Heavenly Dawn Sect disciples had died at Fang Xi's hands, all because of jealousy.
How could a cultivator like that possibly hone her spells to perfection or push her strength to its utmost limits? Even her cultivation was built on shaky foundations. In Su