"Go to hell, you bastard!" With a final cold shout, Jiao Shuang's sword suddenly tore through the space. A silver sword-light soared into the sky, and it appeared like a silver river as it hacked down on Luo Cheng.
"What a terrifying sword! She wasn't using her true strength before."
"She really is too strong. Just the aftershocks of this kind of attack can instantly kill me," said a disciple with a quivering voice.
Everyone present had already advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm. Having just advanced, they were all filled with confidence. But now seeing this attack, that new confidence of theirs was shattered.
They had finally realized a certain fact: they had advanced, but others had also advanced. Cannon fodder would always remain cannon fodder.
"Luo Cheng won't be defeated in just one attack, right? That would be too boring."
