A massive aura assaulted her, and Zhiyan immediately felt immobilized, the man's cold and wanton smile all that filled her pupils. With a single hand grasping the sword, he flicked his arm, bright yellow Spiritual Energy wrapping around the blade. The sword's aura was bone-chillingly cold, causing a shiver to run through anyone it touched.
Zhiyan's pupils shrank sharply, her eyes filled with a chilling cold. She had not expected him to strike at this moment. It seemed he had been lurking nearby the Northern Garden for a long time, and what was most terrifying was that they had not noticed him at all.
"At the peak of Advanced-level Sage, before you take my life, can you at least let me die knowing why?" Zhiyan's gaze narrowed slightly, her hands tightening slightly on the ground. At a move, her back wound was pulled again, and a pained expression crossed her face.
Damn, they really thought highly of her to send a peak Advanced-level Sage after her.
