Mo Qianjiu felt an unprecedentedly terrifying pressure suddenly descend upon him!

His pupils constricted as he watched in horror as a suffocating aura of death emanated from Bai Ying's index finger. Despite being merely a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the power she exuded froze the blood of this late-stage expert.

"not good!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Mo Qianjiu roared and his spiritual power surged wildly.

Without hesitation, he summoned his trump card, a life-saving artifact—a completely black Xuanming Shield.

However,

"laugh!"

A dazzling silver light streaked across the sky, moving so fast that even space itself seemed to distort. Everyone present only saw a blur before the silver light pierced through the Xuanming Shield's defensive barrier.

"impossible......"

Mo Qianjiu stood frozen in place, a shocking bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Crimson blood mixed with milky white brain matter slowly flowed down his nose. His wide eyes were still frozen in disbelief and horror.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, this powerful late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, who was renowned throughout the region, collapsed to the ground.

Mo Qianjiu could not believe until his death that he would perish at the hands of a female cultivator in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

He had initially thought that today was nothing more than casually crushing an arrogant ant. But when that silver light pierced through his brow, he realized that he was the ant being hunted.

Blood and brain matter splattered as his body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Those cultivators who were laughing earlier were now all pale-faced, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

"This...this is definitely not the method of a Nascent Soul cultivator!" A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's voice trembled, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Run! This man is no match for us!" another man roared, turning and fleeing.

Fear spread like a plague, and dozens of cultivators scattered like birds and beasts in an instant. Some even knocked over their companions in their panic and scrambled away to escape.

Bai Ying slowly withdrew her finger, the silver light at her fingertip gradually dissipating. Her expression was indifferent as her gaze swept over the mess on the ground, finally settling on Mo Qianjiu's corpse.

"The Tai Xu Shen Zhao Jing... truly extraordinary," she murmured to herself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

This single finger strike possesses such power. If dragon scales were used, its power would double.

She looked up at the frantically fleeing figures, a cold glint in her eyes.

"Who's next?"

Those few words, spoken lightly, sent all the fleeing cultivators plummeting into an icy abyss!

"call out!"

Bai Ying stretched out her finger, and a golden light suddenly flew out!

Dragon scales traced the path of death in the void.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of flesh being pierced rang out one after another, and more than ten cultivators didn't even have a chance to react before they died.

Just as a Nascent Soul peak cultivator activated his protective magic treasure, golden light pierced through his brow, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist. His expression froze in terror, his body slowly collapsing, disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

"No...impossible..." Another cultivator at the early stage of Nascent Soul frantically activated his escape technique, his figure turning into afterimages as he tried to flee this killing field.

However, the dragon scales were much faster than he had imagined. In a flash of golden light, a bloody hole suddenly exploded in his chest, and his heart was instantly shredded!

"Ah!" The scream had barely begun when it abruptly stopped.

Blood fell like rain, staining the ground red.

Bai Ying remained indifferent, her fingertips twitching slightly, and the dragon scales moved as if they were her own arms, precisely reaping each life.

This is not a battle, but a one-sided massacre!

One of the cultivators, his legs went weak, collapsed to his knees, and trembled as he begged for mercy: "Spare...spare my life!"

Bai Ying's gaze was icy, devoid of any pity.

"Too late. You weren't planning to let me go!"

A flash of golden light, and his head flew high into the air, while the headless corpse crashed to the ground.

In just a few breaths, dozens of cultivators were all killed, none of them survived!

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and all around was deathly silent, except for the pungent smell of rust that the wind carried.

"No! I don't want to die!"

A cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm had a contorted face and bloodshot eyes. He frantically channeled all his spiritual power, transforming into a streak of blood-red light and hurtling towards the sky!

The Blood Shadow Escape he cultivated was a life-saving secret technique. Burning his essence blood could increase his speed several times over, and even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to catch up with him!

However.

"laugh!"

Golden light pierced the sky, dragon scales following closely behind!

"ah!!"

The cultivator let out a shrill scream as his right arm exploded instantly, spraying blood mist! He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, staggering as he used his remaining left hand to form a hand seal and activate his escape technique once more!

Bai Ying's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"He managed to dodge it?"

She originally thought this attack would be enough to kill him, but unexpectedly, at the critical moment, he used a secret technique to forcibly shift his body, and only lost an arm.

She flashed away and chased after him like a ghost!

"Damn it! This she-devil is relentlessly pursuing us!"

The one-armed cultivator was deathly pale, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. He had barely escaped death by burning his life essence, but Bai Ying's speed far exceeded his expectations!

"If this continues, we'll surely die..."

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Blood Soul Summoning! Go!"

The essence blood transformed into a crimson rune in the air and instantly merged into the void!

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, he stopped his escape, turned around and burst into wild laughter, his eyes filled with madness!

Bai Ying paused, staring coldly at him.

"What, not running away anymore?"

The cultivator grinned maliciously, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Escape? I know I'm going to die today, but you won't get away unscathed either!"

He stared intently at Bai Ying, his voice hoarse: "I've already spread the news that you possess the Dao Source Fruit and the ancient secret treasure! Now, the entire cultivation world will know that you possess a great treasure!"

Bai Ying frowned.

"You're dead! Even if we can't kill you, there are always people who can! Those high-level cultivators are drooling over this secret treasure!" The cultivator laughed wildly. "I've already imprinted your whereabouts on the 'Heavenly Secret Token,' and now the entire cultivation world knows you're here! Let's see how you plan to live!"

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, he directly self-destructed his primordial spirit!

A Nascent Soul stage cultivator's self-destruction is powerful enough to flatten a mountain!

However.

Bai Ying remained expressionless, raised her hand and flipped it over, revealing an ancient seal.

Kongtong Seal!

"Buzz!"

The seal instantly transformed into a towering mountain, blocking her path. The violent shockwave from the self-destruction crashed into her, yet it didn't even lift a corner of her clothing.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Bai Ying remained standing in the same spot, completely unharmed.

The mark that the cultivator branded on her body before his death clung to her like a maggot to her bone, flashing a dazzling red light.