Fan Xuan gripped her Demon Blade tightly. Facing the Sect traitor, she hunched over slightly, like a leopard poised to strike.
Faced with that frigid, piercing glint, the corner of Senior Sister Jin's eye twitched.
She narrowed her alluring peach-blossom eyes, her red lips slowly curving into a perfect smile.
"Don't be so tense. I've already obtained the 'Passage Order.' We're all from the same Sect, so why are we trying to kill each other?"
Senior Sister Jin's voice was gentle, but unfortunately, the bodies of the two junior sisters at her feet were still warm, which made her words utterly unconvincing.
Fan Xuan was a woman of few words and vicious action. She suddenly erupted, and her Lifebound Demon Sword Purple Prison, nurtured by the Sword Demon, drew a dark violet arc through the air, filling it with the acrid smell of burning.
