As fast as a gust of wind, she whistled past them. Except for a sound in their ears, no one could catch her movements. All of these people were stunned. None of them expected that as a sage-king low-rank spirit cultivator, Yun Luofeng could be so fast...
Before they recovered from their trance, the girl had arrived behind one of them.
The sword in her hand, with a chilly glint, was quick and sharp, and if that man hadn't reacted quickly enough and turned back to dodge her attack, he might have had his head cut off by the sharp sword.
"D*mmit!" The man was in a cold sweat. As a sage-king intermediate-rank spirit cultivator, how could he be defeated by a low-rank one? However, before he recovered from shock, Yun Luofeng's attacks, like a meteor shower, kept striking against him, not giving him a chance to react.
Blech!
