125: Chapter 125 Damn! What a scheming bitch!

A delicate shout directly drew the curtain on this slaughter.

The red silk ribbon on Saintess Su Wanrou's body shot out violently, like a giant red python!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The red silk ribbon danced wildly in the air, its speed so fast it created waves of whistling sounds as it tore through the air.

As it danced, palm-sized white lotus flowers drifted out from the silk ribbon, fluttering in the air.

Those lotus flowers were spotless, emitting pure halos of light, looking as if they had no lethality at all, but rather like precious treasures.

The gazes of all the Cultivators present were drawn to this strange sight.

They couldn't figure out what Saintess Su Wanrou was up to.

"Hmph! Playing games!"

That burly man named Wang Mang was the first to lose patience, his face full of disdain.

"Just a woman, even if she is in the Nascent Soul Stage, how much of a storm can she stir up?"

"Brothers, attack together! Kill Chen Yan, and we can take turns playing with this little girl..."

But he hadn't even finished speaking.

Those white lotus flowers floating in the air suddenly moved.

They had no earth-shattering Aura, nor did they have the power to destroy the heavens and earth.

With just a gentle sway, they turned into streaks of white light, silently drifting toward that group of people.

The speed wasn't fast, but it carried an eerie quality that made it impossible to dodge.

A Loose Cultivator in the Golden Core Stage who was closest saw the white lotus flying toward him and bared a ferocious grin.

"What kind of trash is this? Break for me!"

The spiritual light on the broadsword in his hand exploded, filled with his full spiritual power, and he slashed fiercely at the seemingly limp white lotus flower.

However, an eerie scene occurred.

The blade passed directly through the phantom image of the white lotus flower, not touching anything at all.

It was as if he had only slashed at a puff of air.

"What?"

The Loose Cultivator's face turned green, and his internal alarms were blaring.

But it was all too late...

The white lotus passed through the blade, accurately and lightly imprinting itself onto his chest.

There was no explosion, no impact.

The white lotus just stuck to his protective spiritual light, and then, slowly opened.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Layer after layer of petals swayed open, and beneath the sacred light was a terrifying Death Qi that could freeze a person's Soul!

Crack!

A crisp sound.

The Golden Core Stage Loose Cultivator's most prized protective spiritual light, which could withstand the bombardment of Magic Treasures, was like thin ice meeting a red-hot iron block.

"Crack."

Cracks spread everywhere!

Then.

With a "boom," it shattered!

"Impossible!!!"

He screamed in terror, but the sound vanished as soon as it left his throat.

Because the fully opened white lotus had already turned into a small tuft of ghastly white flame, ignoring his Physical Body entirely, and drilled straight into his body.

"Ah!"

A wail so miserable it didn't sound human erupted from the Loose Cultivator's throat.

He rolled on the ground like a madman, his hands flailing and slapping his body, trying to extinguish the fire that couldn't even be seen.

But that white fire was like a maggot on a bone; once it stuck, it could never be shaken off!

In the blink of an eye, his skin began to wither, his flesh rapidly shriveled, and all the life essence and blood in his body were crazily devoured by those ghastly white flames!

This horrifying scene stunned everyone around.

They saw it clearly!

That Golden Core Stage Loose Cultivator wasn't burned to death by fire at all!

Instead, it was as if... he was being eaten by that white fire.

They only felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to their scalps!

This was no sacred lotus; this was clearly a life-reaping ghost fire from Hell!

However, this was just the beginning.

At the same time the first lotus bloomed, the remaining dozen or so white lotuses also found their respective targets.

They were like the scythes of the Grim Reaper with eyes, accurately sticking onto every Cultivator.

"Ah!!! My spiritual power! It's devouring my spiritual power!"

"Help! Help me!"

"Get away! Get away from me!!!"

Miserable screams rang out one after another, resounding across the entire scorched earth.

Those Cultivators who were just acting so arrogant, clamoring to tear Chen Yan into ten thousand pieces and ravage Saintess Su Wanrou to their hearts' content, had all turned into living corpses rolling on the ground.

Their protective spiritual light and defensive Magic Treasures were like mere decorations, having absolutely no effect!

Those ghastly white flames ignored all external defenses, directly igniting their Divine Souls and life force.

Wang Mang was the second to die!

Even though he was a Body Cultivator in the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, and his Physical Body and vitality were incredibly strong!

But in front of that white lotus, he was still no different from paper.

"Ah!!!"

Ghastly white flames spewed from his seven orifices, and his hulking body rapidly shriveled up.

Finally, with a "bang."

His massive body turned into a pile of dead ash.

With a gust of wind, it scattered.

Even his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits were burned to nothing!

Truly, his Divine Soul was completely destroyed!

One Cultivator after another turned into ashes amidst desperate wails.

It all happened in just a few breaths.

The previously noisy encirclement instantly became empty.

More than a dozen Cultivators, including several powerhouses in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Were just like that, easily wiped out by Saintess Su Wanrou!

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The remaining Cultivators who were slightly further away and lucky enough not to be targeted by the white lotuses.

Were now all deathly pale, their bodies trembling like sieves.

The way they looked at Saintess Su Wanrou had completely changed from the previous greed and lechery to a deep-seated horror and fear etched into their bones.

Devil Head!

This woman was a Devil Head wrapped in the skin of a stunning beauty!

Chen Yan stood behind Saintess Su Wanrou, and even though the white lotuses weren't targeting him, his eyelids jumped uncontrollably, and he was frantically complaining in his mind.

Damn!

This demoness is too fierce!

Is this the power of a Heaven Rank Divine Ability?

This is too f*cking terrifying, right?

One move to instantly kill over twenty people, including some in the Nascent Soul Stage; this combat power is simply outrageous!

Watching it... I really want it too!

Hmm? Wait...

Chen Yan suddenly discovered a blind spot.

He looked at Saintess Su Wanrou, his eyes gradually becoming strange.

This demoness was beaten by him on the Heavenly Stairs earlier, and when facing the Fire Spirit just now, she had acted completely pathetic.

Even when her Magic Treasure was about to be shattered, he hadn't seen her use this move...

If she had used this Heaven Rank Divine Ability earlier, even if he wanted to defeat her, it probably wouldn't have been easy!

Holy sh*t?

Could she be acting in front of me?!

Chen Yan instantly figured it out.

This demoness had been acting from the very beginning!

Damn! Scheming Bitch!

My pure and kind feelings were almost deceived!

o(╥﹏╥)o~~~

Saintess Su Wanrou had no idea that Chen Yan had already played out a whole drama in his mind.

She slowly retracted the red silk ribbon, and those eerie white lotus patterns also disappeared.

She gently tossed her soft hair, turned around, and looked grinningly at the trembling survivors around her.

Her voice was still as alluring as ever, but it carried an authority that made people dare not disobey.

"Who else wants to rob my Young Master's teleportation fragment?"

One sentence made everyone present tremble violently.

Those Cultivators looked at each other, took a step back in unison, shook their heads desperately, and the smiles they squeezed onto their faces were uglier than crying.

Rob?

Are you kidding me!

Who would still dare to rob!

They just wanted to get as far away from this Devil Head as possible!

Listening to Saintess Su Wanrou's words, Chen Yan's mouth twitched again.

Damn!

What do you mean by your Young Master?

Since when did I become your private property?

My heart only has Revered Master, not you!

My body, my Soul, all belong to Revered Master!

He roared frantically in his heart.

Just as this group of people was completely stunned by Saintess Su Wanrou's thunderous methods, caught in a dilemma, and the scene had fallen into an eerie standoff.

A cold snort, filled with disdain and arrogance, crashed down from the sky without any warning.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.

"Hmph! What big words!"

"Saintess Su Wanrou, relying on your powerful Divine Ability, you can only kill these pieces of trash."

"You are only forty-ninth on the hidden dragon ranking; why don't you come and try to kill me?"