Silence, oppressively silence.
The main hall of Qingyu Immortal Mansion was terrifyingly quiet. Elder Qian Xu was disheveled, his face dripping with blood, and his Taoist robe torn to shreds. True Master Shui Rou had even had an arm violently torn off, and she did not wish to waste energy regenerating it.
The resentment in True Master Shui Rou was unmistakably clear, and her gaze was enough to send shivers down one's spine. Her counterpart, True Master Yue Yan, grew increasingly enraged due to True Master Shui Rou's serious injury, and his eyes turned as crimson as if blood-filled.
"Hmph, three juniors, today I, Yan Ji, must kill all three of you. This battle will not end until death," Lady Yan Ji declared, devoid of her usual charm. Her hair whipped about, each strand sharp as a silver needle, and her face was pale as bone.
"Shut your mouth, you witch," Elder Qian Xu suddenly bellowed.
