"Sister Yin is so annoying, aren't you going to teach her a lesson?"
Yin Tiantian pouted, "The main characters always appear last, so there's no rush."
Ao Ling looked at her suspiciously, "Are you afraid of losing and being embarrassed?"
Yin Tiantian immediately became displeased and ruffled her hair, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I'm afraid of her? Wait for me."
Before she could even make a move, seven or eight cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core stage had already appeared before Han Ke.
Some of them were from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and others were from other forces; they all disliked Han Ke.
Han Ke raised her head, beckoned with her finger, and provocatively asked, "Want to come at me all at once?"
One of them replied generously, "No need, you can all go back. I am enough."
The other seven people gave the same answer, all saying that they could take down Han Ke and asking the others to step aside.
Han Ke was very impatient when she saw this. "Are you still going to fight or not? If not, then get out!"
The cultivator who had spoken earlier said firmly, "I arrived first, so logically I should have come first."
The others wanted to speak, but Han Ke interrupted them directly, "Stop talking nonsense, it's you. The rest of you wait, it won't take long."
The cultivator was overjoyed and shouted to Han Ke, "Are you ready? I'm about to make my move."
Han Ke looked at him mockingly, "Let's begin."
Without further ado, the cultivator drew his sword and charged at Han Ke.
Han Ke watched the enemy charge in, remaining unmoved. When they were right in front of her, she let out a cold laugh.
"A cold front is coming."
To everyone's astonishment, the cultivator who had charged in with his sword was enveloped in a chilling aura and remained motionless.
Han Ke showed no joy of victory. She pointed at the remaining seven people and said, "You come."
The man was not intimidated and charged forward.
Unfortunately, it was the same result.
Not only that, these eight confident men were all wiped out in the end, proving they were no match for Han Ke.
One after another, renowned Golden Core disciples took to the stage, but Han Ke dealt with them all as easily as autumn leaves falling in the wind.
Han Ke's irritating voice rang out again, "Isn't there anyone who can fight?"
"I'll do it."
Everyone looked over and saw that it was Yin Tiantian, who had eaten and drunk her fill.
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