But at this moment, neither the Liu Clan nor the Wang Clan had anyone who was truly worried about Liu Ruolan.
With Liu Ruolan's strength, dealing with such a tiny Demon Puppet was as effortless as blowing away dust.
Sure enough.
Facing the Demon Puppets' aggressive momentum,
Liu Ruolan deployed the sword art paired with the Profound Water True Art—the Profound Water Sword Art.
The sword momentum appeared soft and light. As the sword light danced, it trailed streaks of watery-blue radiance, a beautiful sight to behold. Yet it was in fact profoundly mysterious, with fatal killing intent hidden beneath its seeming gentleness.
Often, a killing move would erupt when one least expected it, ending the fight with a single strike.
Sure enough, after barely a dozen exchanges,
the Profound Water Sword Art suddenly erupted, drawing out a stream of watery-blue light. Amid the dazzling sword radiance, the Demon Puppet's head flew away.
Even at the moment of death, the Demon Puppet seemed not to understand why its head had suddenly changed addresses.
"Wife, excellent swordsmanship!" Wang Shouzhe shouted his praise from below the stage.
The younger brothers, younger sisters, and elder nieces all followed suit, cheering one after another. Everyone chimed in, praising Liu Ruolan as though she were an unparalleled Sword Goddess.
It seemed these children all had very clear heads and knew exactly who stood at the top of the household food chain.
Only Ancestor Xuanfu frowned deeply, sighing endlessly to herself.
With the talent of her great-great-niece, such an unmatched Heavenly Prodigy, she should have needed at most three moves to finish off a tiny Demon Puppet. Yet she had dragged it out for more than a dozen moves.
That brat had truly spoiled her. Where was even a trace of the peerless dominance an