whirling their whips, each strike accompanied by sparks of spiritual energy. Qiao Qiao'er had been struck by a whip, half her face swollen high with a very noticeable lash mark. However, her opponent...As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the blood dripping from Lü Ye's Pianshan sword. He couldn't help but be taken aback. "You killed him"

This is really strange, a mere blood eater would dare to kill a member of the Holy Clan! He's lived for so many years and has never seen this before.