The wind and clouds were tumultuous, Yuu Qiuqi's expression was cold and stern, gripping firmly with one hand.
Cries broke through the sky, a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment male cultivator was pierced through by a dozen swords, kneeling, nailed to the ground, blood flowing like a river.
Xiong Kuan was badly injured, panting heavily, his face turned pale with fear, swallowing his saliva as he turned to flee.
Yuu Qiuqi's face remained unchanged, a wave of her hand, countless swords merged into a dazzling torrent, tiger roars and dragon chants, suddenly breaking through Xiong Kuan's back.
Hot blood sprayed, intestines spilled all over the ground.
Xiong Kuan lowered his head to see the barrel-sized hole in his body, looking through to see Yuu Qiuqi casually recalling the swords, all returning into the Hundred Treasures Box.
Bang!
The Hundred Treasures Box closed, Xiong Kuan's eyes widened, collapsing to the ground dead, eyes wide open.
