"Similarly, I could also say that you deliberately stood by and watched someone die, that you were despicable, and that you were worse than an animal for a few broken stones."
"Anyway, whatever the facts are, Senior Brother Lin is dead, so he can't say a word to defend himself."
Shen Zhaozhao took a step forward, closing in on Yun Wan'er, a cold smile curving her lips: "But you, you keep saying something about 'one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand'..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Zhaozhao suddenly turned to the side and slapped him with her backhand.
Clang—
A clear, melodious sword cry rang out!
A Yunmiao Sword Sect disciple who was watching the commotion felt a lightness at his waist. Before he could react, his gleaming spirit sword had already landed steadily in Shen Zhaozhao's hand.
With a flick of her wrist, Shen Zhaozhao sent the sword through the air in a chilling arc, its tip already radiating a menacing aura, as it pressed firmly against Yun Wan'er's slender and fragile neck!
The cold blade pressed against her skin, sending chills down Yun Wan'er's spine. She froze on the spot, holding her breath, and genuine fear finally showed in her eyes.
Shen Zhaozhao stood with her sword in hand, her eyes looking down at him with an invisible sense of oppression that was in no way inferior to the power she had when Xiao Huang revealed her true form earlier.
She leaned slightly closer to Yun Wan'er, whose face was deathly pale, and said with a chilling sarcasm, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand? That's assuming the word 'success'."
"So, have you succeeded now? What have you accomplished? You barely managed to squeeze into the finals of this mere rookie competition by stepping on the corpses of your fellow disciples. And now, I've easily kicked you out with one kick."
"You complete clown, who gave you the audacity to speak so arrogantly in front of me?"
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