Wen Jiayin pulled the sword from the ground and stepped in front of the four ordinary people, shielding them.
“Foundation Establishment?”
The demonic cultivator retreated several steps.
He could tell her cultivation was about the same as his, yet she had severed his arm with a single strike. That kind of power was nothing to scoff at.
“Why do you people insist on making things hard for ordinary folk?”
Wen Jiayin looked at him, but somehow it felt like she was looking straight through him, speaking to someone else as well.
“They’re clearly no threat at all. Why must...
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