Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6717 One Sword, One Child
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- Zi’er displays exceptional speed and foresight in avoiding an attack.
- A powerful Golden Immortal Elder is defeated with a single sword strike.
- The demonstration of power leaves all onlookers stunned and fearful.
But Zi’er only turned slightly to the side.
The seemingly sure kick only touched the hem of his clothes without hitting him at all.
The golden ball of light exploded behind him, creating a huge crater in the cliff tens of meters away, with debris flying everywhere like a rainstorm.
Jin Yan’s pupils suddenly narrowed.
He had calculated the trajectory of his shot carefully; it was impossible that the shot could be avoided so easily.
Yet Zi’er dodged it so easily, as if she already knew where the spear would hit.
Then Zi’er moved.
The purple light was still the same, so fast that it seemed to transcend the limits of time.
Jin Yan didn’t even have time to react; he only felt something blur before his eyes, and then a sudden chill ran through his chest.
He looked down and saw a purple long sword piercing through his heart.
The tip of the sword stuck out from his back, clean and flawless as if it had just been wiped.
“How could this happen”
Jin Yan’s voice was hoarse and tense, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.
He had clearly activated all his divine light to protect himself; his level nine Golden Immortal defensive barrier was barely able to withstand a blow from even a Great Luo Golden Immortal. However, this purple sword seemed to penetrate the light mist, easily breaking through all of its defenses.
Zi’er drew her long sword and avoided the burst of golden blood.
His movements remained calm, as if he had just completed something very ordinary.
Jin Yan’s body slowly collapsed, golden blood spreading beneath him and dyeing the scorched ground red.
Jin Yan, a level nine Golden Immortal Elder, died with a single sword slash.
The valley fell silent again.
This time it was more thorough and more devastating than before.
Some of the demonic cultivators who were kneeling began to tremble, and some didn’t even dare to look at Zi’er anymore, only lowering their heads even more.
The expressions of those divine cultivators also changed.
They knew Elder Jin Yan’s strength very well; with his cultivation at the ninth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, he was one of the top experts in the Divine Clan’s main hall.
Yet such a figure was unable to even withstand a single sword slash from the purple-clothed woman.
What cultivation level did this woman in purple have?
No one dared to think about it.
Jin Wuhao’s expression finally changed completely.
His golden eyes swirled with a mixture of anger and shock as he stared at Zi’er, his voice sounding slightly cold for the first time: “Who exactly are you?”
Zi’er still didn’t answer him. He only raised his longsword slowly, the tip pointed at Jin Wuhao, his voice as cold as a frozen mountain stream: “You were just about to finish off Young Master Chen?”