Ruthless

Dunzhu's mind was simply a mess when he heard this shout.

He saw a colorful pastel figure charge straight for him and swing down mightily with a shiny silver sword!

Sheila Min had self-directed an assassination?

In the blink of an eye, Dunzhu abruptly flung a bolt of lightning at Sheila Min's sword out of reflex.

The sword was unable to ward off this attack and tilted to the side.

Sheila Min's body sank downwards, so she rolled forward and got back up. She continued to thrust at his chest with her sword.

Heavens!

Dunzhu's entire face scrunched up gloomily.

His cultivation was in the venerable immortal realm, but he was trapped inside a spiritual realm body right now. It truly was… depressing!

He suddenly felt the malice the world was directing at him!

Dunzhu felt a vast darkness stretching on before him.