Just as Ye Shuli finished enjoying the thrill of her Divine Artifact upgrading, a prickle of malice made her instantly alert.
It felt as though countless pairs of eyes were staring at her from the shadows—a sensation like being under 360-degree panoramic surveillance with no blind spots.
Alarm bells rang wildly in her heart, a sudden tension welling up within her as she mentally cried out, "What the heck, this script is all wrong!"
"It seems the rumors about me being splashed with dirty water have already spread far and wide." Ye Shuli looked around. The desolate wilderness with its chilling gusts of wind gave off a rather tragic hero vibe, reminiscent of the line, "The wind blows bleakly, the Yi River is cold."
Sure enough, the next second, several formidable auras approached from afar, surrounding her tightly in the blink of the year.
Leading them was none other than that stubborn old stick Elder Wang. His face was contorted with fury, his beard practically twitching up to the heavens.
"Ye Shuli, you wicked vixen! How dare you slaughter your fellow disciples and steal the sect's secret treasures? You deserve to die a thousand deaths!" Elder Wang bellowed with booming energy, his spit practically spraying onto Ye Shuli's face.
The veteran powerhouses standing behind him all wore ferocious expressions, looking as though they wanted to tear Ye Shuli apart with their bare hands.
Chapter 286