Meng Yao hated Mu Ziying's dark, quiet expression that was filled with apathy. Raising her sword, she was instantly surrounded by a harsh, chilly glow.
Everyone gasped the moment she activated her sword. Apart from those who were Divine Lord level and above, everyone could feel the suffocating pressure of that oppressive aura.
A powerful existence just below that of the Divine Lord stage. She certainly lived up to her name.
Mu Ziying probably wouldn't be able to withstand even this first blow.
Glee flashed across Di Nuo's eyes when he saw Meng Yao brandish her sword to attack. He instinctively looked at Ye Qing, hoping to witness the latter's flustered expression.
But…
Ye Qing remained emotionless. He stood there, arms across his chest as if he was watching some inconsequential competition.
Di Nuo frowned slightly. But he quickly understood. After all, this had always been a hopelessly one-sided match. Ye Qing knew it himself.
