"Fight, fight, fight whatever, don't you worry? It's not easy for us to reach this level of cultivation. Who wants to fight?"
…
Ling Luo had sharp ears, and all these complaints came in.
"Did you hear that, Miss Ling? This little old man is not the only one who is dissatisfied with her." The tea shopkeeper said angrily, "I dare to swear that at least half of the cultivators in the entire Sixth Heaven are not sincerely surrendering to
Hers.”
"Yes, Qiancheng is indeed not a thing." Ling Luo cursed.
These words were what she felt in her heart.
"Qiancheng's methods are despicable and he is not worthy of being a leader, let alone a sacred person."
A dark color flashed across Ling Luo's beautiful eyes, and in her mind, the scene of Xun'er and Xiao Jie being abused by Qian Cheng appeared, and Chi You was also confused by that stinky woman.
"I heard that the head of the Stars Sect was Mansha's old subordinate, so he came to join him." A smile appeared on the tea shopkeeper's face again, "The Stars Sect can protect me.
Worry-free…”
The next moment, the tea shopkeeper's words stopped suddenly. His face turned pale, he lowered his head and found that his heart was penetrated by a thin sharp blade. His heart burst and blood spattered out.
The tea shopkeeper looked horrified, stretched out a hand, grabbed it in mid-air, and fell straight down.
Ling Luo's expression suddenly changed, and her face was even sprayed with the tea shopkeeper's warm blood.
"Ahhhh——"
Seeing the death of a person, the screams of children and women suddenly burst out in the Changsheng Teahouse.
Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of thin sharp blades flew in from the outer door of the teahouse and pierced into the bodies of the guests at different angles.
Xuanyuan Yu struck out like lightning and slapped the table. The table stood upright and stood in front of Ling Luo. More than a dozen flying blades pierced the table.
"Luo'er, be careful!"
Xuanyuan Yu's voice was full of danger, and his eyes like black holes were filled with undercurrents, "There is an enemy attack."
"Ahhhh——"
There were screams in the Changsheng Teahouse. Hundreds of guests, half dead, and the other half, fled frantically.
"The people from the Holy Alliance are here!"
"Help! The Holy Alliance's army is coming!"
"Outside the door, everything outside the door!"
…
Ling Luo turned his head, looked through the teahouse window, and saw a pair of troops numbering in the tens of thousands, rushing towards this street in a mighty manner.
Those troops all wore uniform dark blue plain brocade robes, with white silk ribbons tied around their waists, boxwood hairpins on their heads, and thin-soled cloud boots.
On the chest of the robe is a emblem of holy light.
With just one glance, Ling Luo could confirm that this was an army under Qian Cheng's command, sent by her.
The troops of the Holy Alliance went on a killing spree, killing everyone they saw on the streets. Blood splattered and screams filled the fields.
Standing directly in front of the army were two commanders, a man and a woman, both in their teens.
The man had a pair of deep green eyes, a wicked and sycophantic smile on his lips, revealing his white teeth.
The woman's ice-blue eyes were like a thousand-year-old glacier, her expression was extremely cold, and she exuded an aura that told no strangers to enter.
She suddenly pushed Xuanyuan Yu who was blocking her in front of her, and rushed out towards the teahouse door without caring about the rain of swords.