After losing the support of their cultivation, the difference in strength between men and women was obvious.
Not to mention that what song qingxiao was facing was a corpse that knew no pain, fear, or exhaustion.
She had won with great difficulty and was covered in wounds.
Even the Yun clan's so-called impenetrable heavenly silk clothing, which they had exchanged for at a great price from the yunjin treasure clothing workshop, had been torn to pieces. This made her look exceptionally miserable.
"I don't know," The woman holding the cat had an instinctive fear of her.
Song qingxiao looked very weak at the moment, but her eyes were very sharp and domineering. She subconsciously lowered her voice.
"Maybe it's because there's a surplus of food,"
"Impossible!" Song qingxiao coldly denied her words. She looked terrible, but her aura was not inferior to the other girls at all. In fact, she had completely suppressed them.
