"No need for everyone to take action, I'll do it myself." Ye Qiu stepped forward, tauntingly looking at Jiang Ruixiao, "You never imagined this day would come, did you? Regretting that you revealed my possible ventures to the Immortal Realm?"
Jiang Ruixiao glared venomously at Ye Qiu, and as Ye Qiu approached, she suddenly struck as if intending to perish together with him.
Yet this move was easily countered by Ye Qiu: "Did you think I came unprepared? Do I not know what kind of person you are?"
Jiang Ruixiao shut her eyes in despair, soon feeling sharp pain in her dantian, spiritual energy rapidly dissipated from her body; the usually comfortable mountaintop now felt unbearably cold, even her skin began to dull, with pressure around her almost suffocating.
She knew her dantian was shattered, her Nascent Soul gone, even her meridians were badly broken, she could no longer cultivate.
