Leng Yan, the foremost genius of the cultivation world, a true favored child of heaven, was also known as the ice-cold beauty of the cultivation realm, with countless suitors. Due to a momentary wh...
Just when everyone was concentrating on dealing with the ice cone in front of them and didn't notice Leng Yan, Leng Yan raised his hand to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Leng Yan looked at the scene with a bit of a lack of interest and wanted to end this farce quickly. Then everyone felt a biting cold wind blowing, followed by heavy snow falling. Before everyone knew what was happening, someone had already fallen to the ground silently.
Leng Yan fell to the ground, looking at them without a trace of emotion in his eyes, "It seems that it is time for you to realize how big the gap is between you and my realm."
As he spoke, a powerful pressure from a late Mahayana cultivator erupted, instantly forcing all those people to their knees. Their bones crackled, and some even died from the pressure. Leng Yan wiped the tears of blood from her eyes in front of everyone.
She opened her eyes and looked at them, allowing everyone to see her blue-gold pupils. Then, she parted her red lips and said with bewitching power: "Look into my eyes, pick up your weapons, and kill yourselves."
Everyone's eyes were glazed over. The faint fragrance of falling snow made them fall deeper into Leng Yan's control. They raised their weapons and attacked fiercely. Someone tried to break free, but Leng Yan noticed and only frowned slightly, and the person fell to the ground silently.
Those who were controlled felt the passage of life. When they woke up from the control, they clearly felt that their lives were slipping away bit by bit, but they were powerless to do anything.
Before they died, they saw Leng Yan's face, which was stained with blood, adding a bit of evil to her. At this moment, they only felt that this face was like that of a demon.
After everyone was dead, Leng Yan looked away. At that moment, she saw a flash of light on the ornaments worn by several of the dead people. Then, an attack came, and Leng Yan dodged it. Then, the corners of her lips curled up in an imperceptible arc.
Finally something interesting.