"Who's next?"
Bixiao sheathed her sword. Her voice was not loud, yet it pressed down until not a sound remained outside Jiepai Pass.
Guangchengzi's screams had already been swallowed by the yellow mist.
The Heaven-Flipping Seal hung dimly in the air.
The Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe drooped at the formation's entrance, its spiritual radiance dying out inch by inch.
The eleven Jade Void Golden Immortals looked at that yellow mist, their expressions all changing.
That was Guangchengzi.
The foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Jade Void.
The disciple Yuanshi Tianzun relied on most.
Yet after that single sword strike, his Three Flowers Above the Head had shattered, the Five Qi in his chest had dispersed, and his cultivation of ten thousand years had plummeted from Great Luo to True Immortal.
Chijingzi tightened his grip on the Yin-Yang Mirror, his knuckles turning white.
Juliusun's throat bobbed. The Immortal Binding Rope had already coiled up on its own to protect him.
Taiyi Zhenren stared fixedly at Bixiao, the Black Sun Demon Mark lingering on his severed arm stabbing with fierce pain.
That pain reminded him of Three Mountains Pass.
Of the humiliation when Xiaotian Dog had bitten off his right arm.
And, even more, of that Ruined Temple in Guanjiangkou.
"Bixiao!"
Taiyi Zhenren spoke sharply, yet could not suppress the tremor in his voice.
"The art you're using is by no means orthodox Shangqing! What exactly did Guanjiangkou give you?"
Bixiao could not even be bothered to lift her eyelids.
One hand still rested on her sword hilt, while the purple-gray sword mark between her brows slowly subsided.
That strike had drawn away much of her edge, leaving even her Primordial Spirit faintly aching.
Yet she stood steady.
So steady that not one of the eleven Jade Void Golden