It was a brutal mass brawl.
Xie Zun swiftly moved across the crowd, leaving streams of colorful mist and countless glowing afterimages behind. She laughed with that silvery voice from time to time while sweeping his fingers across the strings of her pipa. As her soft little hands slightly touched the body of those warriors coming at her, a huge stream of spirit blood would be extracted from their body and absorbed by her.
Many warriors touched by Xie Zun’s hands had their bodies softened right away, lying on the ground and disabled from moving. They were all strong male warriors, but within a few breaths, they seemed to become at least twenty years older, and around sixty percent of their life-force had been taken away.
Touching over ten warriors in a row, Xie Zun laughed so happily that she even squeezed her eyes into a pair of curved lines. In her eyes, powerful human beings were no more than this.