The dark mountains were like ink, flying snow drifting down. Though the blizzard raged, it had not yet completely buried the myriad majestic peaks!
Crack!
Mu Guyue planted a foot on the middle-aged cultivator's chest and abdomen. The man lay sprawled atop the mountain peak, still gripping a greatsword in his hand, his face twisted in ferocity.
Once immensely powerful, he had been ruthlessly beaten down into the mortal dust by her, his profound cultivation utterly destroyed.
He struggled to rise, but beneath Mu Guyue's crushing foot, his breastbone had shattered. Blood sprayed from all seven orifices, along with countless fragments of internal organs.
"You... you... bitch... Pfft!"
The middle-aged cultivator lay on his back atop the mountain, listening to the cries of slaughter around him gradually die away. He knew that his sect, like his life, would soon be extinguished.
Watching goose-feather snow fill the sky and whirl chaotically before his eyes, obscuring his vision, he desperately tried to see this cold-blooded female devil cultivator clearly.
It was this female devil who had ordered the massacre of his entire sect, sparing neither men nor women, old nor young.
Curses of unwillingness poured from his mouth, but the instant they left his lips, Mu Guyue slid the tip of her foot to his lower abdomen and twisted.
Splat!
She directly crushed through his already collapsing Nascent Soul. The light in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes instantly dimmed, and his Dao dissipated as he died.
Crescent hand-blades clung close to the points of her elbows. Amid the wind and snow, Mu Guyue stood proud and cold-blooded.
Suddenly, the crescent hand-blade in one of her hands vanished. She abruptly raised that hand and grabbed behind her.
Wuu!
With a mournful cry, a strange eagle covered from head to toe in iron-colored scales was