```
The Temple Master of Mouse Despise Daoist Temple hadn't died instantly. He looked at Nan Lingsha with disbelief, as just a moment before, the licentious Temple Master had been full of delusions about her. But now, he felt as though he were staring at Yama, the Judge himself, as his life rapidly ebbed away. There was regret at the prospect of death along with immense pain, contorting his face grotesquely!
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The flying brushes pierced the heads of the people from Mouse Despise Daoist Temple one after another, some through the forehead, some through the face, and some through the throat...
Each strike was fatal!
Nan Lingsha stood there quietly, her jade arms naturally hanging at her sides, her feet elegantly poised, maintaining a classical and dignified posture as if she were merely admiring the clouds, trees, and sniffing the fragrance of spring flowers.
