Shouldn't a Sect Master have slaughtered a Heavenly God? How had it turned the other way around? This question filled the minds of all the great figures.
"This... this... am I dreaming?"
Heavenly God Huayang rubbed his eyes hard and checked several times before confirming that he wasn't dreaming.
Those were Sect Masters. Yun Ying had killed two in mere seconds. Even slaughtering chickens couldn't have been that fast.
"That old bastard from the Battle Clan is trying to get us killed!"
The three Sect Masters were already drenched in sweat. In their hearts, they had cursed the Battle Clan's Sacrificial Spirit until he was drenched in a shower of abuse.
If the Battle Clan's Sacrificial Spirit hadn't promised them so many benefits, why would they have come here to help him ambush and kill the Celestial Clan's First Generation?
Now look at them. Two of the five had been killed in an instant. Their opponent was monstrously gifted to the point of being a freak. A Heavenly God killing Sect Masters-who had ever seen anything so absurd?
"Tell me. How would you like to die?"
Yun Ying looked at the three Sect Masters, her tone indifferent, as though she wasn't asking a question but issuing an order, pronouncing a death sentence.
She stood there, her purple robes rippling gently, her hair like drifting smoke. The tassels on her purple jade hairpin swayed in the wind. Her gaze was unfathomably deep, with only two glass-colored lotuses revolving within.
In everyone's eyes, what a breathtaking woman she was. So young, yet already capable of slaying Sect Masters. Her peerless grace drew heartfelt admiration even from the great figures present.
"I really want to see the sword in her hand!"
Some of the older experts sighed in wonder. She was already this