The thick scent of blood was still permeating, churning incessantly, and the foggy blood mist continued to roll.
The entire courtyard was silent.
The cultivators of the Liu Family widened their eyes, their bodies cold to the bone, as if frozen by the extreme cold frost.
Their own ancestor...a being of the Second Level Martial Saint! He was the pride of their family!
Yet...
Yet he was slain right on the spot!
Blood and flesh exploded, leaving a misty blood fog on the scene!
The eyes of each cultivator were perfectly round, filled with disbelief, staring at the little girl wielding the pink Triple Cannon.
The little girl was only eight years old, still with traces of innocence on her face, baby fat filled with elasticity, big eyes flashing spiritedly; she would surely grow up to be a beauty.
However, this adorable, jade-carved little girl was indeed...extremely fierce, killing a Second Level Martial Saint with one move!
Too ruthless!
