But for someone of her level, and even with the even more powerful Su Hun behind her, no demons or demons are of any use, as her absolute strength can overwhelm everything.
"go to hell!"
Staring at the little witch with resentment, Liu Fucheng stamped his feet on the pillar behind him, bent his knees slightly, and immediately rushed towards the little witch like a cannonball.
During the rush, Liu Fucheng's seemingly huge palm dragged on the surface, and his sharp fingers actually tore five deep ravines into the hard floor.
Looking at Liu Fucheng's sudden and terrifying power, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed drastically.
Standing there, the little witch looked at Liu Fucheng, whose eyes had turned red and bloodshot, and sneered in a low voice: "The poor guy is just a beast raised by others who only knows how to kill."
"Bastard, go to hell!"
With a ferocious face, Liu Fucheng glared angrily, stepped hard on his face with the sole of his foot, and shot his body towards the little witch's head, and swung down hard with his huge palm.
The moment he waved his palm, the entire space was shattered by the terrifying force.
Where the little witch stood, the hard board began to crack inch by inch under the pressure of the terrifying force above.
Sensing the sudden energy above her head, the little witch slowly raised her head: "It's over..."
She looked at the shocked Liu Fucheng with an expressionless face, and slowly raised her palm. On it, dark-colored flames were rolling slightly, and after a moment, they shot out violently like a flamethrower.
The gloomy black light flames flew through the air and enveloped Liu Fucheng.
Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Fucheng, who was in the flames, struggled violently and let out a blood-curdling howl.
You don't need to think about it to know that Liu Fucheng, who was wrapped in black light, must have endured the terrible pain of purgatory torture.
Soon, the black light slowly dissipated. Inside, there were no bones left, only a few ashes falling lightly...
In the hall, there was deathly silence...
Looking at the scattered ashes indifferently, the little witch raised her head and her eyes slowly swept across the dead hall.
Everyone who was caught by her gaze shrank their necks with a changed expression, their eyes flickering with fear, moving aimlessly, and no longer daring to stay on her body.
Ye Wuyuan held his jade hands tightly and stared at the ashes on the carpet with a slightly pale face. Liu Fucheng actually died like this.
Taking a deep breath of cold air, Ye Wuyuan slowly calmed down the fluctuations in his heart. The paleness on his pretty face gradually faded away. He stared at the little witch with his beautiful eyes and said: "No matter who you are, you and the Xuanyi Sect
, they all formed grudges, Liu Fucheng may not be qualified to let the Xuanyi Sect conflict with a king-level strongman, but the reputation of the Xuanyi Sect is worth the price!"
"Today you killed Liu Fucheng in front of many leaders of the forces in Sangluo Town and us. If I, the Xuanyi Sect, sit back and do nothing, those other forces that rely on the Xuanyi Sect will probably feel chilled."
The little witch looked quietly at Ye Wuyuan who was able to ignore his oppressive aura. After a while, she shook her head slightly and whispered: "Little girl, don't say these useless harsh words, and
, I’m not in a good mood, stop making noise in front of me..."
"Who is your Excellency?"
Ye Wuyuan frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask.
"Before my matter is resolved, don't let me hear your voice again, otherwise, no one will ever hear your voice."
The little witch replied lightly, then ignored Ye Wuyuan, turned around, and slowly walked towards the Liu family disciple who looked miserable.
"Hand in!"
Stopping a few meters away from Liu Cang, the little witch's voice was as indifferent as ice. The murderous intention contained in it made Liu Cang feel trembling in his heart. If he and others delayed any longer, I'm afraid the next
The first person to be reduced to ashes should be his own group.
"Sir... we will be here soon."
Liu Cang replied with a trembling voice, and Liu Cang took two steps back with trembling steps, and then he felt a little relieved.
"five minutes."
The little witch ignored Liu Cang's retreat, uttered three words in a cold tone, and then stood like a wooden stake in the hall.
Stand silently.
Hearing these three words, the corner of Liu Cang's mouth twitched a few times, and then he hurriedly waved to call a member of the Liu family, and asked him to hurry up with a panicked expression.
In the spacious hall, on the huge floor pillars, there are also red fonts symbolizing happiness.
However, at this time, these festive red colors made everyone smile bitterly in the eyes of everyone in the hall.
I'm afraid that by the time today is over, the red stuff hasn't been completely finished yet, and it will be time to prepare for the white stuff again.
Eyes swept across the hall. When their eyes inadvertently glanced at the little witch standing in the center of the hall, everyone's hearts trembled violently.
Liu Fucheng, who had suppressed them until they lost their temper, was like a ball of soft mud in the hands of this even more terrifying being. He could squeeze it however he wanted without the slightest ability to resist.
In fact, the other party didn't even pay attention to the Xuanyi Sect, forcing Saint Wuyuan to dare not speak.
Where did this mysterious and powerful woman come from?
Could it be that the outside world came in?
But she saved a little girl from the slums.
In the hall, the heads were shaking, but there was silence. The strange scene filled the hall with a creepy atmosphere.
Soon, there was a commotion outside and a group of people walked in.
The little miko looked over for the first time, and then she saw a twenty-year-old girl in a blue dress among the crowd, with an uneasy look on her face.
The little girl had never seen so many powerful, wealthy and powerful people standing there, not daring to move, with a pair of big eyes full of panic.
"Xiaoqing, come here."
The little witch waved to the girl and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I am the elder sister. Now that the elder sister is here, no one will dare to bully you again."
Xiaoqing blinked her big eyes, and after being confused, a layer of mist suddenly welled up in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it: "You...you are really Sister Xiaolan."
"Yes, I am your little sister Lan."
The little witch laughed softly.
"Sister Xiaolan."
Xiaoqing rushed into the little witch's arms and cried loudly: "Sister Xiaolan, I have finally waited for you."
"Xiaoqing, you have suffered a lot. No one will dare to bully you again in the future."
Looking at the two women hugging each other, everyone in the hall felt sad for the Liu family. A girl snatched from the slums actually had such a sister. Why didn't Liu Fucheng seek death?
"Well, little witch, although I don't want to disturb your sisters' gathering, I still want to say that if we want to reminisce about the past, we should do it later. Now, kill the two people from the Xuan Yi Sect."
Su Hun's voice gently reached the little witch's ears.