Yan Yuehua vs. The Evil Leader

While the Feng sisters dismantled the deputies and their minions, Yan Yuehua stood face-to-face with the leader.

Her posture was calm and composed, a stark contrasting the chaotic spiritual energy swirling around the evil cultivator.

His dark qi formed a stormy aura, crackling with power, but the look in his eyes revealed a mixture of disbelief and hatred.

"You… You dare come here and challenge me?" he snarled, his voice trembling with rage and arrogance.

"Although you are a realm higher than me, I will soon reach that realm, so you should run before my cultivation realm upgrades!"

Yan Yuehua's face remained impassive, her cold eyes fixed on him. "You talk too much."

With a flick of her wrist, a silver blade materialized in her hand, glowing with a faint, deadly light.

Without waiting for a response, she moved. Her speed was blinding, her figure becoming a blur as she closed the distance between them in an instant.