Meanwhile, under the gazes of the crowd, Zhou Qingchen—who seemed like a Fallen Immortal's Descent—ran across the water's surface. Treading on the waves, she vaulted over the riverside railing in a single leap, landing back on the street in front of a tall young man.
"How was it?"
Zhou Qingchen asked, gazing at Yi Beidou.
Her body had a jade-like quality, and her Pure Qi was overwhelming. Standing before her, Zhou Baiwei and Yang Mutong felt as if their bodies and spirits were being pierced by a sharp sword. Even a Semi-Saint like Meng Qianyuan felt the hair on his body stand on end, his mind tensing involuntarily.
Only by standing directly in front of Zhou Qingchen could one truly feel how terrifying her threatening aura was.
From a distance, she looked like an Immortal; up close, she was an out-and-out God of Slaughter.
