The Westerners who had dived underwater could hardly imagine how a seemingly delicate, beautiful woman could resist their attacks while locked in a stalemate with both hands pressed against the dragon's horns.
She could not even free her hands.
Yet strangely, not one of them entertained even a trace of the filthy thoughts that would ordinarily arise when they were certain of victory over a woman.
It was as though she was not a lone woman facing heaven and earth. Instead, the boundless ocean had encircled them. Though there was only one person before them, the pressure felt like facing an army of thousands.
Qiu Wuji abruptly glanced back, divine radiance shining in her eyes.
The white-eyed old man in the cabin grunted, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes.
His Mental Esper Ability, which he had been confident could control even a dragon, was utterly shattered by that single glance.
At the same time, Qiu Wuji's long hair danced, and fierce light erupted around her. To the Westerners, she looked like a sea demon that had suddenly awakened beneath the sea.
Only when the light hurtled toward them did they realize that the supposed glow from her body was actually countless streams of sword qi. By the time it burst outward like a hedgehog's spines and they recognized the deadly threat, death had already arrived.
Thousand Directions, Ten Thousand Illusions. Formless Sword Qi.
What need was there for hands, or for a sword?
The sword qi swept past. Dozens of bloody blossoms burst almost simultaneously, turning the entire stretch of sea crimson in an instant.
Qiu Wuji could not be bothered to find out what Esper Abilities these people possessed. They were all worthless trash anyway...
Every last one died within a second.
"I am going to kill."