"I, your grandmother, have never needed a reason to kill anyone!"
Mo Qing stretched out her blood-red nails, her smile alluring and full of charm.
Snow Princess, Yans Ziyi, Liuu Kewei, and the other two female cultivators heard her words and their expressions turned extremely grave.
"Hmph, Mo Qing, do you really think all the cultivators of Qianxue Hall are made of mud?"
Mo Qing coldly laughed and said, "You'll find out soon enough whether you're made of mud!"
The murderous words still lingered in the void, as Mo Qing's crimson claws suddenly tore through the sky, reaching for Snow Princess and the others.
Snow Princess immediately raised her sword, creating a magnificent Ice Flower in the air to seal the surrounding void, hoping to block Mo Qing's attack.
When Mo Qing's attack was thwarted by Snow Princess, she immediately shifted her target and lunged at a weaker female cultivator.
This female cultivator never expected Mo Qing to suddenly lock onto her.
