The instant gray sand covered her, Qiu Jiuzhen panicked, and the Golden Core above her dantian spun wildly.
Her arm finally began to rise slowly, but her opponent's fatal blow had already fallen.
Compared with the aged foreign cultivator in black robes, Qiu Jiuzhen's speed was practically negligible. Her Divine Sense sensed the vicious wind had arrived.
She could already see the savage grin on the aged foreign cultivator's face. She sighed inwardly, stopped sending spiritual power from her Golden Core into her meridians, and instantly prepared to self-detonate her Golden Core.
Yet she had no certainty whether she could succeed in self-detonating. It all depended on whose speed was faster.
Just then, Qiu Jiuzhen suddenly felt her waist tighten, and a tremendous force violently yanked her diagonally downward.
At the same time, the withered vine beneath her feet was struck by a streak of black light.
A moment earlier, the withered vine connected to her feet had still been continuously releasing gray sand. The next moment, a foul stench arose, followed by large patches of black liquid appearing on the vine.
Streams of putrid black smoke rose with the stench. By then, Qiu Jiuzhen's body had already been dragged diagonally downward. The withered vine immediately slipped from her jade foot and shrank back amid billowing black smoke.
Boom!
Amid a thunderous blast, the twin hammers in the aged foreign cultivator's hands smashed heavily into each other, striking nothing but empty air.
Everything had happened too quickly. Neither the aged foreign cultivator nor Qiu Jiuzhen had reacted in time.
"Hm?"
The aged foreign cultivator let out a startled cry. When he looked again, Qiu Jiuzhen had already flown more than four hundred zhang away.
Freed from the withered vine around her feet, the gray sand on Qiu Jiuzhen's body rapidly