Wang Yong regained his composure just in time to see Wang Lin reduced to a bloody mist. His face drained of color; even if he somehow managed to escape this person with his life, returning to his clan meant certain death.
Wang Lin's grandfather would never let him go.
"Who are you? Why are you killing us? Do you know who we are?!" Wang Yong demanded, terrified yet furious. As a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, he had been sent flying by a single palm strike from this woman. Even now, a dull ache throbbed in his chest, and at least two of his ribs were broken.
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