"Psst!"
The flying sword in her palm sliced through the air in a crafty trajectory, cutting across with such speed that in the blink of an eye, it skewered three people like a string of meat.
The faces of the three cultivators changed drastically, unable to comprehend why the Saintess suddenly attacked them in sneak attack.
However, the good news was that the Saintess's peculiar penchant for attacking kidneys spared their lives.
Yet the bad news was this penchant of hers meant the poor kidneys endured an unwarranted bout of pain and might not survive.
After exchanging glances, the three swiftly split up and fled into the air, their embarrassed figures scrambling off in different directions.
"Someone help, the Saintess has gone mad!"
The loud shout in mid-air immediately drew numerous fellow cultivators nearby, and silhouettes quickly rushed over.
