Si Nansheng's figure flashed past them. When she stopped, a drop of blood fell from her Spirit Sword onto the ground.
Meanwhile, the few people who had just been threatening Si Nansheng collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
"Are cultivators on the Xuantian Mainland idiots? When did I ever say I was going to spare them? Ugh, I shouldn't put it that way. There are plenty of cultivators in the Four Gods Sect too, and besides, Master and my senior brothers are also from the Four Gods Sect. Oh right, I'm in the Four Gods Sect myself. If I curse like this, wouldn't I be cursing my own people?"
Chapter 397