Chapter 184: The Yuan Family
In the darkness of the night, Murong Xiaoya's face was pale as snow, her eyes like cold still water, and the black hair she had once had was now entirely crimson. Loose strands brushed against her cheek, and the killing intent that stirred around her in the wind rose like crashing, towering waves.
The elderly man in the brocade robe caught sight of this and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, yet his hand did not pause for even an instant. He pressed harder, driving more martial True Qi to lock down Murong Xiaoya from all sides, intent on finishing off this surviving remnant of the Murong family with a single blow.
But Murong Xiaoya's face held no expression. She paid no attention whatsoever to the elderly man's attack.
The molten gold vortexes lit up in her eyes, wind and fire coiling around her. The palm strike the elderly man in the brocade robe had sent down crashed into the ruins beneath her and drove them several feet into the ground, leaving an enormous pit in the shape of a palm print.
Yet though the force of that strike passed straight through her entire body, it did not harm her in the slightest.
Murong Xiaoya stood in the air, her gaze resting quietly on the elderly man in the brocade robe and the others. Her voice was utterly flat as she said, "Tonight, I will send every one of you to the grave alongside the Murong family."
With that, she raised her right hand and closed it slowly into a loose grip. In an instant, every person present, the elderly man in the brocade robe included, felt their heart clench without warning.
The next instant, terror flooded every face.
A crack, then a burst.