"Hmph, just a Foundation Establishment Stage beast. You almost bluffed me. You look decent enough, so I'll suppress you first!"
The leading man snorted coldly and was the first to launch an attack. However, little Yao's movements were even faster than his. The little girl kicked off the ground violently, rushing toward the man like an arrow leaving a bow.
A flash of shock suddenly crossed the latter's face, his eyes filled with disbelief, but it was all in vain. little Yao was furious, a seductive red light flickering in her crimson pupils. She clenched her fist and smashed it hard into his chest.
Boom!!!
One moment the man was arrogant and domineering; the next, he was blasted back by a single, devastating punch, disappearing into the darkness before he could even scream.
Not only that, the residual force swept toward the other two disciples like a violent hurricane, showing no signs of slowing down. The two felt an apocalyptic pressure sweep over them; their bodies were struck as if by a heavy blow, and they were instantly sent flying.
They didn't stop until they had flown nearly a hundred meters, crashing heavily into the ground. Their auras faded instantly, their forms broken and motionless. Not a single spark of their previous arrogance remained; they were clearly finished.
Acheron: (°ー°〃)
Acheron's calm brow twitched imperceptibly. This result was entirely within her expectations, but the process was vastly different from what she had imagined.
Through the conversation between the three men, how could Acheron not understand the situation now? The world they were currently in was likely similar to the cultivation worlds found in novels. She thought she would get to see a battle of techniques between Cultivators. She never expected this girl to pull a 'One Punch Man' move right out of the gate.
'Is there something wrong with this cultivation world, or did I just think about it the wrong way?'
Song Qianqian: (゜ロ゜)
Jiang Qingning: (゜ロ゜)
The two, who had been on pins and needles the whole time, had their expressions freeze instantly. Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
Especially when they personally witnessed this harmless-looking white-haired little girl use that "soft, cute, and non-threatening" fist to create such a terrifying scene—the forest in front of them was nearly torn apart, allowing the brilliant moonlight to fall into their vision like a silver veil.
They saw towering trees along the path snapped like stalks of wheat, and the heavy ground cracked into a horrifying web of fissures like shattered glass. The two women's gazes fell to the ground simultaneously, where the bowl-shaped crater little Yao had left when she stepped forward was clearly visible, its edges churned up by a massive force.
For a moment, the two felt as if they had been struck by lightning, falling into a deathly silence. Song Qianqian's pupils shrank in shock, her mouth hanging open so wide her jaw almost dropped.
At this moment, Song Qianqian finally gained a clear understanding of the gap between Cultivators and mortals. Her heart was filled with lingering fear.
'My god, is this the true strength of a white-haired, beast-eared little girl? This is practically a kawaii version of a muscle-bound Barbie!'
The memory of those few punches little Yao had playfully thrown at her chest while acting spoiled flashed through her mind; such destructive power had been hidden within that soft strength. Looking back at where the men had been, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. She suddenly felt that it was a massive miracle she had survived until now.
Seeing that the three were truly such trash, little Yao couldn't help but complain. "Tch, in the end, it was just three Foundation Establishment Stage small fry. little Yao thought they'd be more impressive."
After saying that, little Yao patted her spotless hands with an air of self-importance. Her eyes curved into crescents, and her tail swept in small, happy arcs behind her. She skipped over to Acheron, tilting her head and looking up with pride.
Acheron: (๑˙ー˙๑)
The little one looked up, her sparkling eyes full of expectation, her tail wagging like a blooming flower. Acheron looked down at her, her heart a mix of amusement—this child's thoughts were written plainly all over her face. Though her face remained expressionless, she still reached out and gently stroked the soft top of the girl's head.
"Good job, little Yao."
"Hehe, the big sisters helped me transform. Even if you're mortals, little Yao always repays her debts!"
little Yao rubbed her head against Acheron's palm, the tip of her tail curling up proudly. This heartwarming scene made Song Qianqian feel strangely envious.
Song Qianqian (┯_┯): 'Wasn't I the one who helped you transform? I really want to touch those fluffy ears too!'
Jiang Qingning felt a bit moved, but she was mostly shocked by little Yao's strength. She hadn't entered many mystic realms herself. Now, she had a new understanding of the terror of Extraterritorial Creatures.
'Whether it's those Cultivators or this little Yao, they would all be top-tier in our world. The gap is simply too large.'
However, Jiang Qingning was the first to break the warm atmosphere. She suggested worriedly, "We should leave this place quickly. The commotion little Yao just caused was too loud. Others might come to investigate."
Song Qianqian also realized their crisis wasn't over. "Right, right! Acheron, let's run."
Strangely, however, Acheron shook her head. "No need."
"Why?"
Next, they saw Acheron look toward the clearing. She spoke in a flat tone. "Do you still not intend to show yourself, sir?"
The three girls, including little Yao, all turned their heads in confusion. But as the sound of her voice faded, there was still no response. Seeing no response, Acheron continued speaking to herself.
"Using your own companions as bait—now that the plan has failed, if you still intend to strike from the shadows, don't blame me for taking action."
With that, Acheron pulled little Yao behind her and faced an empty direction. Just as Acheron was about to place her hand on her blade—
Rustle, rustle!!!
A figure slowly and composedly stepped out from the debris. The pressure radiating from this person far exceeded that of the previous three.