"What a scene, a beauty with the grace of a blooming flower, resorting to killing so readily, how unbecoming of a delicate lady!"
A frivolous voice exploded next to the ear of the Ruthless Valley female disciple who had drawn her sword, causing her expression to falter and the sword she was thrusting paused, her eyes narrowed as she called out, "Who is it?"
Whoosh!
A figure appeared like a phantom before the Ruthless Valley female disciple, swinging a single hand, there was a snap, and the longsword in her hand was broken in two.
The one who acted was none other than Ye Luo, who had followed their trail and caught up. With one hand, he broke the female disciple's longsword and brandished the broken sword tip straight at the throat of the woman.
A heavy sense of crisis spread in the heart of this female disciple, and the female disciple beside her couldn't help exclaiming, "Careful!"