Chapter 890: Powerless Ancestors
Before the Fifth Hall Master knew what was going on, the lady in a plain skirt was already holding her by the throat. The next moment, her tongue was ripped off by an unseen power, and blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain. The Fifth Hall Master's eyes widened in terror, and she quivered uncontrollably.
The lady in a plain skirt gave the Fifth Hall Master's neck a strong squeeze.
Thud!
A dull thud echoed as the Fifth Hall Master collapsed to the ground, kneeling.
The lady in a plain skirt turned to look at the Eighth Hall Master with an icy gaze. The Eighth Hall Master's legs weakened, and he dropped to his knees. Raising his hands in submission, his voice was trembling as he exclaime, "I-I surrender!"
Upon seeing the fate of the Fifth Hall Master, the Eighth Hall Master went into complete panic mode. Damn! Damn! Damn! Is she still human? That was the Fifth Hall Master! And she couldn't even fight back against this plain skirt lady!
The Eighth Hall Master's confidence was utterly shattered. Resist? I can’t resist. There is nothing but despair in the face of this powerful lady. I've got to surrender. Damn it! Time to seek another master. I must find another master!
The lady in a plain skirt didn't kill the Eighth Hall Master. She withdrew her gaze and looked down at the Fifth Hall Master at her feet with her eyes devoid of any emotion. "You dare call me by my name?"
The Fifth Hall Master trembled with fear and cried, "You're above the Path Creation Realm!"