*But it was useless!*
The sword aura fell, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood being crushed.
The earth trembled, and from afar, the great hall emitted a rumbling sound. A large section of the tiled roof and the walls shattered.
On the ground, there was a long and extremely deep sword scar.
In an instant, over ten martial artists were reduced to just the Immortal Cultivator standing at a distance and the beautiful woman adept with hidden weapons and golden needles, who managed to escape unharmed.
Bai Ziyue's figure flickered, and he appeared beside the young woman.
"Spare me, young master, I am willing…"
The young woman's eyes glistened with tears, and a touch of plea appeared on her charming face.
Yet Bai Ziyue ignored her, and with a flash of his blade, a beautiful head soared into the sky.
