Strolling amidst the widespread devastation, Jing Yan truly resembled a celestial untouched by the mundane world, with every gesture exuding grace and composure. Even in killing, she managed to make it seem elegant.
She glanced toward the distant horizon, making no move to chase after the middle-aged man with the horse face who had fled.
Redirecting her gaze, she merely lifted her wrist slightly, and the myriad of densely packed ice swords once again vanished into the heavens and earth.
Disappearing along with them was the Golden Core Stage cultivator who had been turned into a porcupine.
It was as if he had never existed in this world at all; he vanished in an instant without a trace, cleaner than the middle-aged man with the horse face's escape, not even a stifled groan left behind.
Having done all this, she calmly and indifferently walked to Li Qing's side, smiled brightly, and asked, "My love, are you unharmed?"
