Su Li was somewhat wary, but made no other untoward moves.
He knew this little girl's origins: she was the Dongyuan Sect cultivator's spirit pet in human form.
Yet he did not know what that cultivator had sent her here to do.
She neither broke the formation nor attacked, merely crouching there and watching, preventing him from killing those two.
"Hmph, once the Young Mountain Lord kills that cultivator." Su Li's expression turned vicious. "You'll be nothing but a morsel to wash down with wine."
Dark clouds shrouded the sky over Qing Valley, and the thick stench of blood filled the air.
Fear spread like a plague. Some collapsed to the ground, others curled up clutching their heads, and cries and wails rose one after another.
Yet soon, they turned their twisted faces toward that small, thin figure.
"It's her! This jinx and that beast brought this disaster on us!"
The bare-chested man's eyes were bloodshot, and the hatchet in his hand trembled from how tightly he gripped it.
His roar was like a spark, burning away the last of these villagers' reason.
Several young men and peasant women followed close behind, waving hoes and sickles, spittle flying as they spewed all manner of vicious words.
It all boiled down to a single thought.
Kill her.
"Kill her! That Demon Crow followed her back here!"
Ju Luyi was circulating her power to heal Liu Xincheng. With her already meager cultivation, how could she spare the concentration to resist?
Liu Xincheng shouted furiously, "Have you all gone mad?!"
Yet the villagers turned a deaf ear to Liu Xincheng's words. Despair had already spread, and all they wanted was to kill this ill-starred culprit before they died.
The bare-chested man reached for Ju Luyi's throat with his left hand, his hatchet cutting