Xiaojin's trembling finger pointed toward the mid-air, and Beibei looked in that direction, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Baiyi Piaomiao's right arm was severed at the shoulder, the wound wreathed in corrosive bloody Qi. She held a sword in her left hand, its blade already shattered. Her originally pristine white robes were soaked in blood, fluttering violently in the wind. The Blood Fiend Ancestor hovered ten zhang away, thick drops of blood dripping from his blood-red spear, his eyes filled with the cruel amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
"Little girl, your swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, and your physical strength is quite bizarre!" The Blood Fiend Ancestor licked the blood off his spear. "It is a pity your cultivation realm falls far too short. This Ancestor wants to see just how much longer you can last."
Chapter 372