"Ah!"
A miserable shriek ripped the sky and reached the clouds as it rang throughout the heavens...
A burst of red splashed out in the air. Blood rained down the sky like ink being poured out. With the death of the last evil Nascent Soul cultivator, the stream of air and mighty pressure was also dispersed. Everything returned to a calm.
Mid-air, the red figure stood against the wind with the Qingfeng sword in her hand. Her clothes were fluttering and her jet black hair flying with some devilish aura. Her imposing and majestic aura was fully revealed.
Feng Jiu gazed down and her sight fell on the three men. She then put the Red Armillary Sash and the Qingfeng sword away and appeared before them.
"Feng Jiu! You are amazing!" Ning Lang looked with admiration. It was clear that she was the same age as them, but her fighting power was so strong. She was really much stronger than him.
