Bai Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze like a tangible blade, and took another step closer, asking in a cold voice, "Now, do you still dare to try to search my soul?" The cultivator trembled in fear, the terror in his eyes intensifying instantly. He hurriedly denied it, saying, "No, no! Never again!" His voice, uttered with all his might, was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out of their sockets.
In his eyes, fear surged like a raging tide, completely engulfing him; resentment burned like a raging fire that could not be released, scorching wildly in his heart; and despair was like a dark abyss, devouring his soul.
His entire body remained in a contorted position, and before Bai Ying could utter another sound, his life force had been completely absorbed by the insect.
He died with his eyes open, unable to close them in peace.
Bai Ying slowly turned around, taking steady and firm steps towards everyone present. Her posture was upright, like an unshakable and majestic mountain, and her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, exerting an invisible pressure on everyone who passed by.
"Who among you still wants to try my secret technique again?" Her voice echoed in the silent arena, carrying an undeniable authority. "Although using this secret technique will cause me some backlash, I would not hesitate to kill you all!"
This sudden reversal left everyone present stunned and frozen in place. The room fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Disbelief was etched on every face.
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