“A little girl like you dares to block the way?”
The blood-red robed woman sneered, her dark red dagger spun in her hand, drawing a blood-red arc. “Today, I will kill you, you arrogant fool, in the name of His Majesty the Divine Emperor.”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Because Zi’er moved.
His movements were so fast that no one present could see how he executed his movements.
Only a streak of purple light flashed through the air, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, or lightning streaking across the clouds, brief but dazzling, so bright it was impossible to open one’s eyes.
Then the blood-red robed woman’s head was blown up.
His head lolled a few times in the air, his expression frozen at the moment of his previous sneer. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say a few more words, but the chance to speak was gone forever.
Dark red blood spurted from the severed neck, like a dark red fountain, which looked extremely dazzling in the golden light.
The corpse stood frozen in place for a moment, then slowly fell to the ground with a dull thud.
The sword attack was extremely fast.
The moment was getting closer, and everyone only realized what had happened after seeing the final result.
The already tense atmosphere in the valley froze completely in an instant.
Many of the tens of thousands of devil cultivators who knelt down gasped in shock; some suddenly retreated, while others turned deathly pale.
Those who were secretly glad that they had chosen to submit now felt an indescribable fear rise in their hearts when they saw the woman’s bloodied head rolling on the ground.
If the woman in purple had pointed her sword at them, might they have been able to avoid it?
The answer is clear.
Can’t.
The smile on Jin Wuhao’s face disappeared.
His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Zi’er, revealing a serious expression for the first time.
He still couldn’t sense the purple-clothed woman’s exact cultivation level, but the speed and precision of her sword attack just now forced him to reassess his opponent.
“That’s interesting.”
Jin Wuhao’s voice remained calm, but his previous aloofness was gone. “I didn’t expect David to have such a strong backer. Who are you?”
Zi’er didn’t answer him.
She just stood there, her long purple dress swaying gently in the wind, the purple long sword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground, a drop of dark red blood dripping from the tip, producing a very faint gurgling sound as it fell to the ground.
His expression was indifferent and calm, as if he had just casually brushed off a speck of dust.
Jin Wuhao’s expression became grim.
As a divine emperor with the cultivation of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, he had never been ignored in such a way before.
His gaze swept across the equally shocked elders behind him, a hint of coldness slipping into his voice: “Who came?”
An old man wearing a golden robe walked out of the array of gods.
His face looked old, but his eyes were like two burning golden flames. His cultivation was at the ninth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm. He was surrounded by dense divine light, and his aura was even deeper than that of Elder Shenmu.
He was one of the Supreme Elders of the Divine Clan Main Hall, named Jin Yan. He had followed Jin Wuhao in battle for many years and made outstanding contributions.
“Your Majesty, I request permission to fight.”
Jin Yan’s voice sounded old and calm, carrying a sense of calm born from countless battles.
He held a golden spear in his hand, its shaft engraved with ancient divine runes that seemed to flow slowly like a living creature, emitting a scorching aura.
Jin Wuhao nodded: “Go. Be careful of the sword.”
“Yes.”
Jin Yan stepped forward, turning his golden spear in his hand until the tip pointed directly at Zi’er. His voice was calm: “Say your name. I don’t crush unknown people under my spear.”
Zi’er looked at him as if he was a dead object: “You are not worthy to know my name.”
Jin Yan’s expression changed slightly.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
He sneered, said nothing more, then brandished his golden spear.
The spear shot forward like a roaring golden dragon, carrying a terrifying power capable of tearing through space, aiming straight for Zi’er’s heart.
The golden light condensed into a dazzling ball at the tip of the spear. The orb contained the full power of a ninth-level Gold Immortal. Wherever the ball passed, the air compressed, producing sharp explosions, and leaving deep trenches in the ground.
This one shot was enough to penetrate a mountain peak.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who is the woman David encounters?
A: She is Zi’er, one of the seven fairy women from the Heavenly Realm whom David previously saved.
Q: How does Zi’er confront Jin Wuhao and his group?
A: Zi’er asks Jin Wuhao’s group if they will fight her one by one or all at once, showing a confident and challenging demeanor.
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