"Sect Leader, save me!"
Elder Zhu shrieked at the top of her lungs in a final, desperate struggle.
Hong Yu paused, stunned. 'Crying out to the Sect Leader for help?'
The onlookers were equally astonished by Elder Zhu's desperate struggle, but their shock soon turned to sneers...
"Is this Elder Zhu just grasping at straws?"
"Our Cyan Nether Sword Sect is a distinguished and righteous sect. This vile woman has committed such heinous crimes; the Sect Leader would be more than happy to see her dead. Why would he save her?"
Amid the murmurs, Elder Zhu's expression grew even more unsightly. She watched as Hong Yu's Godslaying Spear, which had briefly paused, pulsed with Spear Aura, ready to strike again.
The sharp Spear Aura and chilling killing intent sent a tremor through Elder Zhu's heart, and a wave of terror washed over her.
