Just as Gu Changqing's gaze moved away from Yunxiao, Qiongxiao's Primordial Spirit suddenly tensed.
There was no pressure in that glance.
Yet the Dragon Binding Rope around her wrist tightened on its own, as though all her killing moves had been seen through.
She immediately stepped forward and bowed her head in salute.
"Qiongxiao pays her respects to the Dao Venerable."
From deep within the Divine Statue, Gu Changqing's voice sounded faintly.
"Your intent to kill is steady enough, and you strike ruthlessly enough."
"But the Dragon Binding Rope focuses on trapping enemies. In the end, you lack a killing art that can decide life and death in an instant."
Qiongxiao's heart shook.
Those words struck directly at the weakness in her cultivation.
She could trap people, entangle them, and lock down an enemy commander amid ten thousand troops.
But against someone like a Jade Void Golden Immortal, with numerous protective treasures, trapping without killing would give her opponent room to breathe.
Gu Changqing said no more.
A ray of purple-gray divine light descended from the Divine Statue's eyes.
The divine light hovered before Qiongxiao, slowly transforming into an ancient, unadorned jade slip.
Three ancient characters appeared upon the jade slip.
"Flying Immortal Art."
With just one glance, Qiongxiao felt as though a slit had been cut through time before her eyes.
She seemed to see her own figure appear in three different positions within a single breath.
The preceding instant.
The present instant.
The following instant.
All three figures raised their hands together and struck to kill together.
Qiongxiao's breathing abruptly stopped.
Gu Changqing's voice fell into her Sea of Consciousness.
"This art does not belong to the Primordial World's old Immortal Dao."
"It does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit or refine magical power. It refines only the utmost