Dao Lord Qing Ci was certainly powerful, but in Su Jiu's eyes, he was not invincible.
Besides, he had pushed her too far time and again. Su Jiu felt that if she did not give him a beating, she would be doing herself a disservice after everything he had put her through.
Su Jiu pushed off with her toes, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow and leaving only a faint afterimage in the air. She gripped her sword tightly, slowly channeling innate origin qi into Purple Ultimate. In the blink of an eye, a thin layer of frost coated the blade.
She accomplished all of this while charging toward Dao Lord Qing Ci.
As Su Jiu drew ever closer, Dao Lord Qing Ci's expression remained unchanged. A faint smile even lingered at the corners of his lips. For some reason, he seemed utterly unafraid of her attack...
While Su Jiu was still pondering this, her sword tip had already closed in on Dao Lord Qing Ci's face. Yet when it was less than an inch away, she stopped.
It was as though she had been forcibly halted against her will.
A surge of blood rushed violently backward through her body, forcing her to cough up a mouthful of blood.
Su Jiu no longer looked at Dao Lord Qing Ci. Instead, her gaze fell to his left.
Indeed, at the very last instant, a familiar figure had suddenly appeared at Dao Lord Qing Ci's left side.
A golden halo enveloped that figure, forming a ring that seemed both a restraint and a protection.
The person inside the ring was deeply unconscious, and judging by his condition, he might have been unconscious for quite some time.
Su Jiu glared at the man before her, her voice icy and edged