The slight figure was neither tall nor robust, but delicate and frail, with a head of lustrous black hair and a pretty face. She stood amidst the howling wind, the air currents surging and swirling around her entire being.
She resembled a deity of slaughter without any killing intention, or perhaps an Empress devoid of any majesty.
It felt very strange.
Yet she was capable of slaying those of the Saint Realm.
Everyone was puzzled.
The old man caught in the calamity spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale as he stared fixatedly at Zi Ji. He was about to die. Damn it, can you believe it?
He was a mighty Saint Realm Third Heaven powerhouse. He had even developed Star Power in his Hetero Pupil, granting him a millennium's gaze. Yet, he could not beat a young girl with mere fluff for hair. It was truly pitiful.
In an instant, he was flooded with rage and unwillingness, but in another, his heart stilled like calm water...
