Song Jiao raised her hand, extended her index finger and shook it, saying contemptuously, "I didn't kill you because you didn't belong in this world. Of course, when a soul leaves, balance must be maintained. This is the rule of the small world. Didn't your Lord God teach you that?"
After saying these words, Song Jiao stood up and sheathed her sword.
She looked around, but no one dared to meet her gaze.
At this moment, Song Jiao was like a queen, domineering and looking down on the world, making people feel awe involuntarily.
Naronglan could only lie on the ground, barely surviving, his former arrogance long gone.
Song Jiao's eyes were cold, and the long sword in her hand pierced Na Ronglan's heart as fast as lightning. Her fingers tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and she twisted it suddenly. Blood dripped down the blade, staining the ground red.
Na Ronglan's eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and disbelief. She wanted to scream, but could only utter faint moans, her life rapidly slipping away.
Song Jiao looked at her coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, "Do you know why this sword is called the God-Slaying Sword? Because it can destroy your soul and spirit, leaving you dead completely."
As soon as the words fell, the longsword suddenly burst into an intense light, and a purple soul was forcibly pulled out of Na Ronglan's body and then absorbed by the longsword. At that moment, Na Ronglan's eyes widened even more, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, her face filled with despair and fear.
Song Jiao loosened her grip, and the sword vanished into thin air in a streak of light. She glanced coldly at Na Ronglan, who lay on the ground, then turned and left, leaving behind a scene of silence and bloodshed.
"The training continues."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
