Yaoguang Fairy Path

At this moment, the female cultivator finally noticed something was amiss. She cried out in horror, "It's you! You're actually alive! How is that possible? Those are all high-level explosive talismans!" Ye Shuyao didn't answer her question, but simply continued to use ice-attribute attacks to slowly guide her to a different battlefield.

The two men's swords collided, but in just a few breaths they were far away from the location of the Red Flame Fruit.

Ye Shuyao no longer hides her strength, and her strength in the late foundation building stage is revealed.

She released her aura and the ground began to freeze. The female cultivator from the Wuji Sect saw that Ye Shuyao's cultivation was not weaker than hers, and was even stronger than hers. She began to panic and her attack rhythm became chaotic.

Ye Shuyao looked at the female cultivator with indifference, and the attack of the Ice Soul in her hand became more and more fierce.

After two hours of fierce fighting, the female cultivator fell on the grass due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

She regretted provoking such an enemy and began to tremble in fear, saying, "You...you don't come over here! My father is the leader of the Wuji Sect, and he's in the late Nascent Soul stage! If you can let me go, you can have whatever you want!"

However, Ye Shuyao remained unmoved. Did she lack those people? She was no saint to those who nearly killed her. She sarcastically said, "To hell with those things of yours!" With that, she swung the Ice Soul Sword in a graceful arc in the air, slashing towards the female cultivator...

Ye Shuyao smiled like an Asura. She looked at the headless body lying on the ground and said calmly, "If you don't remove the grass at its roots, it will grow again in the spring breeze. I'll keep you around to cause me trouble. Ha! I have nothing to do?"

As she finished her words, she clapped her hands lightly, and then a blazing flame leaped out from her palms and landed accurately on the headless corpse.

The flames burned fiercely, scorching the air around them and distorting it. Without even a second glance, she turned and left. Her back looked even more determined and stern in the firelight.

The flames devoured the corpses quickly like a greedy beast, and in a few moments, the place was burned to ashes.

As the wind blew, the ashes scattered, as if these people had never appeared in this world. Only the charred ground burned by the flames was left, silently telling what had just happened.

Author: The heroine looks like a villain at this moment

She knew that in this world, the strong were respected, and only with sufficient strength could one protect oneself and those one wanted to protect. What happened today was just a small episode on her path of cultivation.

Deep within the Wuji Sect, in the Sect Master's training room, a middle-aged man sat in meditation with his eyes closed, his entire body enveloped by a mysterious aura. He was none other than the Wuji Sect's Sect Master, Xu Feng.

Suddenly, a surge of anger rose in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, breaking the silence in the room.

Xu Feng's eyes flashed, and a broken life plate appeared out of thin air in his hand. It was the life plate of his daughter Xu Yueyun.

He roared, his voice filled with anger and grief: "Who killed my daughter!"

He waved his hand casually, and a water curtain appeared out of thin air. Three figures appeared in the water curtain, one of whom was a woman, and it was his beloved daughter Xu Yueyun.

The scene in the water curtain changed rapidly, and soon turned to the moment before Xu Yueyun's death.

Xu Feng's expression became increasingly gloomy as the scene in the water curtain unfolded.

He saw the last moments of his daughter's life and how the murderer killed his daughter cunningly and cruelly.

He clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to condense all his anger into this grip, and roared, "How dare you, bitch!"