But in the next second, the girl appeared in front of him at an extremely fast speed and easily lifted him up.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes: "Who told you I just recently became an Ancient Martial Grandmaster?"
The Third Elder's eyes widened, and before he had time to contemplate the meaning of these words, his head tilted, and he was no longer breathing.
Ying Zijin casually threw the Third Elder onto the ground and stepped forward again.
This time, the other elders were truly terrified.
The Third Elder was the one with the highest cultivation among them. If even he was killed so easily, how could they survive?
The elders trembled uncontrollably and began to desperately kowtow: "Spare us! Miss Ying, spare us!"
The Seventh Elder was even more frightened: "Miss Ying, spare us, it was all Xie Huanran's idea, I didn't kill many people, please, let me go!"
