Chapter 615 The Holy Daughter Of The Cyan Sect (2/2)

Soon, by the light of the campfire, a group of martial artists clothed in black robes appeared at the entrance, blocking the only way out of the canyon.

”Swoosh...”

A young man in a black robe stepped forward from the deep shadows beyond the campfire.

He had a hooknose, and his eyes were as greedy as a vulture's. With a thread of vital energy circulating in his elixir field, a thunder-like momentum formed and an invisible pressure was exerted over an area of about 50 meters around him. In a second, it was as if the very space was being squeezed. Everyone facing him felt a

had finished speaking in his vicious voice, he fixed his lustful eyes on the gentle woman and swallowed his eager salivation.

”That woman looks hot. She is mine. As for the other women, they are yours. Do with them as you like..”

The gentle woman's face was cold, but panic and fear flashed in her eyes. Despite the threat of violence and abuse, she raised her chin defiantly.

”Humph! Bastards from the Black Wind Valley, how dare you offend our Cyan Sect. Fuck off!”

Suddenly, the brutally strong man who carried a saber on his back, drew his weapon and, swooping down like an eagle, he cut a glittering arc towards the leader of the Black Wind Valley group.

The flash of the saber cut through midair, moving down as quickly as a meteor shooting through the atmosphere of the suction void.

Seeing this, the man in black robes curled one corner of his mouth, sneering. Then he stepped forward and reached out his index finger with the speed of lightning.

”You're looking for death! Fast Light Finger!”

He pointed his index finger at the brutally strong man, and green light followed in his finger's wake. The great strength contained in his finger left an imprint within the void. It caused a vortex to form which struck the strong man with its maw.

There followed the meaty sound of flesh being pierced through.

Their fight had happened so fast that those who witnessed it just saw a flash and then heard a muffled sound before they could even comprehend what had happened.

Frosty air shaped like a sharp needle had instantly pierced through the burly man's right shoulder.