In the end, the two of them were at the same level.
And among those at her level, Su Jiu had never feared anyone.
Vicious and ruthless as the man was, he could not match Su Jiu's endless array of methods. After all, he was facing a young woman who did not even need hand seals or incantations to cast spells.
For a Nascent Soul cultivator to cast spells without hand seals or incantations showed just how heaven-defying her talent was.
Considering all this, the man had already begun to want to retreat, but how could Su Jiu give him that chance?
Just as he prepared to fly away, he spotted a white thread hurtling toward him faster than he could move.
The man gritted his teeth and immediately brought out a protective magic treasure, only for the white thread to pierce straight through it.
Horror seized him. He ran madly for his life, but in the end, he could not outrun the white thread.
It seemed as though a long time had passed, yet everything had happened within just a few breaths.
The man lay on the ground, his senses not yet completely gone. Besides the cold the white thread brought him, he could feel the life force draining from his body.
Gazing at the spotless white shoes before him, he finally closed his eyes, unwilling to accept his fate.
Su Jiu withdrew the bloodstained ice thread, her expression calm and utterly devoid of emotion. She did not spare the dead man another glance.
She was like a stone on a lofty, frozen mountain, hard and cold.
"Let's go."
Only then did Su Jiu realize that Chu Luohen had already dealt with the other two.
An hour earlier, before Su Jiu and Chu Luohen left, the Wuyi Tribe