A chill shot up from her feet, piercing straight to her heart with a sharp whizz. The bone-chilling cold engulfed her entire being, plunging her into an abyss. Behind her, cold sweat seeped out, and every hair on her body stood on end. In that moment, her throat felt as if gripped by a ghostly hand, leaving her unable to breathe, frozen in place.
Feng Jiu's two fingers, clutching the blade, moved forward. With a swift motion, she snatched the sword from her grasp, twisting it to hold it in her own hand. A flash of cold steel erupted, accompanied by the whistling sound of sword qi. Simultaneously, the tearing of fabric echoed through the air. Pieces of red fabric scattered chaotically to the ground, revealing the woman's undergarments beneath.
She stood frozen, eyes wide with terror and horror, staring at the green-clad woman who had seized her blade. In that moment, she finally understood why the Supreme Elder had been killed without uttering a sound.
