'Is this one of your fragments?' Qingyi asked Ruxue, taking a single step back.
That old woman was powerful, even among cultivators of the third stage of the Iron Body Realm.
"Yes, for those damned pigs to dare to dishonor my steel like that..." The spiritual beauty couldn't hide the angry tremor in her voice.
She only controlled herself when she felt Qingyi's gentle grip on the hilt of the heaven-defying thunder sword.
"They'll pay for this," Qingyi whispered as the sword slid out of its sheath.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing to so many innocent people?" Juechen's voice exploded as he stood up, his great sword gleaming gold as he held it tightly.
"Me? I'm... uh... A good servant of my lord, the lord who will bring true light to this cursed world!"
The old woman shouted, her long neck stretching almost two meters while a smile revealed rotten teeth and a black tongue.
"And you will be the fuel for it!"
