It was a long tale.
Yet all of this happened in the span of a mere moment.
Ao Cunxin's sudden change in attitude left All Living Beings even more bewildered and filled with doubt, utterly baffled.
"Slash Randeng with a sword? It's over, it's over. This Ao Cunxin is truly dead drunk."
"She's already talking in utter nonsense."
"Indeed, with her strength, how could she ever slash Randeng with a sword?!"
"Tch... To slash Randeng with a sword, she'd at least need to be holding a sword in her hand, wouldn't she?"
All Living Beings simply found it laughable.
Some Mighty Experts even chuckled involuntarily.
In their view, Ao Cunxin's words were sheer fantasy.
An Early Great Luo slaying a Peak Quasi-Saint?!
No matter what side dishes they had with their drinks, they shouldn't be spouting such drunken nonsense.
Most crucially, while Ao Cunxin spoke of "slashing Randeng with a sword," she held no companion sword whatsoever in her hand!
Even the Gu Changqing of days past hadn't been this heaven-defying, had he?
Yet to the reaction of All Living Beings,
Ao Cunxin paid not the slightest heed there in the arena.
At a certain moment, she suddenly brought her fingers together like a sword and pointed across the air toward Daoist Randeng, who wore a sneer.
In an instant, the surrounding scenery underwent a drastic transformation.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Only mournful winds were heard blowing in gusts, incomparably fierce and enough to chill one's marrow.
At the same time, streaks of cold light burst forth, swift as lightning and impossible to fathom.
The boundless East Sea water was forcibly torn apart.
Witnessing this, Randeng's expression changed abruptly.
"No... How is this possible?!"
At that moment, Randeng clearly sensed that Ao Cunxin's attack far exceeded the boundaries proper to a Daluo