"The Imperial Zi family is truly extravagant!"
Zi Lingling wanted to lick her lips greedily, but felt it would tarnish her image.
Thus, the gaze she cast upon Zi Donglai changed, greed festering beneath a murderous intensity.
Zi Donglai was enraged.
Because Zi Lingling's gaze was unmistakably the look one gives to the soon-to-be-dead.
"You brat, you're seeking death!"
He said, channeling spiritual energy within him once more, and roared, "Thorns!"
Barbed thorns sprang into existence with the wind, forming a cage that trapped Zi Lingling within.
Zi Lingling sneered. Her spiritual sense transformed into a vast swarm of soul needles, piercing through the gaps between the thorns and shooting towards Zi Donglai's brow.
Simultaneously, the Law of Life, as if summoned, hovered around Zi Lingling.
"Shatter!"
Her lips moved, her breath like orchid fragrance.
The thorns, as if drained of moisture, rapidly withered and desiccated, then snapped into pieces, turning to dust in the gentle breeze and falling to the ground.
Since Zi Donglai's attack had failed, his fate was sealed.
Before he could recover from the destruction of the thorns, he felt danger approaching.
A spiritual sense attack!
As a cultivator at the early Saint King realm, Zi Donglai was no stranger to spiritual sense.
Therefore, he reacted quickly.
However, what Zi Donglai couldn't comprehend was how Zi Lingling, a spirit cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Gathering realm, could wield a spiritual sense attack.
But not understanding did not hinder his ability to adapt.
He quickly concentrated his spiritual sense on the center of his brow, forming a thick soul shield.
In a flash, Zi Lingling's soul needles slammed hard against Zi Donglai's soul shield.
With faint sounds echoing, Zi Donglai's soul shield was covered in cracks and quickly shattered.
"Pfft!"
Zi Donglai spat out a mouthful of blood. His spiritual sense was wounded, causing his head to throb as if it were exploding.
Pain!
The pain was like tens of thousands of silver needles piercing through his mind, making him suffer immensely. Sudian Novel Network
Zi Donglai's face rapidly turned pale.
He hastily took out a silver-grey pill, swallowed it directly, then retreated rapidly behind Zi Yun, Zi Yi, and Zi Zhu, closing his eyes to meditate.
At this moment, Zi Donglai had no time to vent his anger, desperately using the effect of the Soul Nourishing Pill to repair his spiritual sense.
He had been mere inches away from becoming an imbecile.
Since becoming a Saint King realm expert, he hadn't experienced such peril in a long time.
Zi Lingling frowned, standing still.
Within the Nine Spirit Ring, Elder Du grumbled with disdain.
"Girl, I'm not one to say this, but if your attack had been just a little stronger, that fellow would have met Yama by now."
"You, though your soul needle is a common soul skill, using it like this is truly embarrassing… no, it's an insult to spirits!"
"No, once this crisis is resolved, you must re-condense your soul needles and strive to increase their power by another third…"
Zi Lingling's expression grew increasingly grim.
However, although Elder Du's words were laced with sarcasm, they were ultimately for her benefit, analyzing her shortcomings.
Therefore, despite her annoyance, she did not lash out at Elder Du.
So, what about this pent-up frustration? Who would bear the brunt of this burning rage?
It went without saying that it would be the unlucky Zi Donglai, who had been severely wounded by Zi Lingling.
When the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor rages, even Yama trembles.
Strike the iron while it's hot!
Zi Lingling's Phantom Dragon Step once again activated, and spiritual energy-spewing scalpels spun towards Zi Donglai's neck.
Zi Zhu shook his head helplessly. With a thought, a water spiritual energy shield instantly formed, protecting Zi Donglai.
Although he disliked Zi Donglai's methods, he could not allow Zi Donglai to be killed right under his nose.
His clear voice rang out, "Miss Zi, it's best to leave some room for maneuver. Why must you press the issue so relentlessly?"
Zi Zhu did not refer to Zi Lingling as a waste.
Joke!
If someone could heavily wound an early Saint King realm cultivator with the cultivation of a peak Spirit Gathering realm, and still be called a waste, then how many people in this world were not wastes?
Moreover, as far as he knew, Zi Lingling had indeed been a waste who couldn't cultivate a month ago. Now, in just a month, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Spirit Gathering realm. If such a person were a waste, then waste would no longer be a derogatory term.
Zi Lingling's scalpels were blocked by the water spiritual energy shield, unable to advance.
The two became locked in a strange equilibrium.
Zi Lingling raised an eyebrow, as she realized that this Zi Zhu was actually a few points stronger than Zi Donglai.
But, so what?
If she, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor, wanted to kill someone, even Yama couldn't stop her!
Thus, she said disdainfully, "Hmph? Press the issue? Do you even qualify to use that word?"
Zi Zhu frowned, thinking, "She's so beautiful, why is her speech so unpleasant?"
However, out of respect for a genius, he suppressed his inner displeasure and calmly said, "What happened before was our fault. May I ask if Miss can give Zi Zhu some face and spare Young Master Donglai?"
Zi Lingling waved her hand, and the scalpels returned to her.
She did this because the spiritual energy imbued in the scalpels was limited, and continuing the stalemate was meaningless.
It was better to withdraw and attack again.
Zi Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.
In his eyes, Zi Lingling had taken his words to heart.
Fortunately, although this girl's speech was unpleasant, she wasn't unreasonable.
Since Zi Lingling had recalled her weapons, Zi Zhu was preparing to withdraw the water spiritual energy shield.
Although the water spiritual energy shield didn't consume much spiritual energy, it required constant mental focus to control.
But before he could act on this thought, a cold voice echoed.
"Give you face? Spare him?"
Zi Lingling glanced at Zi Donglai contemptuously, then continued, "Do you think your face is that valuable? Those I, your grandmother, wish to kill have never lived past the second hour!"
As she spoke, the scalpels, now infused with spiritual energy, flew out again, their target still Zi Donglai's neck.
There was no choice; Zi Donglai was protected by king-grade armor all over.
As for spiritual sense attacks, with her current abilities, she couldn't fight four at once and could only wait for an opportunity.
But spiritual energy was different; she had her own advantage – the power of spoken words.
It could be said that with the power of spoken words, she was effective against anyone below the peak Emperor realm.
Although the effect would weaken as the opponent's strength increased, it was not to be underestimated.
Zi Zhu's expression turned cold, as his water spiritual energy shield began to crack under the attack of the scalpels.
He hurriedly injected more spiritual energy, roaring, "Miss Zi, you've gone too far!"