Dismemberment

To the crowd present, this scene was something that they could not underestimate.

At this time, the mouths of the students with Third Grade were all showing the shape of eggs.

It was not that they had never seen someone kill before, but it was that they had never seen anyone do it before. A dignified Fourth Level, Apothecary, was actually so easily killed by a young girl, and even now, they still did not have a chance to see that young girl's face clearly.

She's really — so strong.

Zhao Shuning sighed, put away the Spiritual Force in her hand, and slowly flew to Huang Sheng's side. She picked up the Long Space Spirit Whip in his hand and threw it into the Bag of Universe that she brought along with her.

He clapped his hands and stood up.

The girl was wearing a veil and a loose black robe. Zhang Tianyuan couldn't see her face clearly.