Translator:
Misty Cloud Translations
Editor:
Misty Cloud Translations
The red candle light floating in midair suddenly flashed brightly then darkness fell.
On the competition stage, a pile of wild beast corpses stacked into a small mountain.
At an alarming speed, one after another corpse piled up high.
In the middle of the stage, between the dense fog of watery blood, a red figure was faintly discernible.
Extremely powerful qi waves spread under her feet. The strong wind moved her clothes, just like a blossoming rose.
The simply styled hair on her head had already become messy long ago as it hung on her shoulders. That absolutely gorgeous looking face was covered in a layer of cold frost, there wasn’t a thread of emotion on that face.
Her charming pupils trembled with excitement.
Her pink lips were slightly open into a strange bloodthirsty smile.
She killed, killed in an incomparably unrestrained manner.
As the qi wind in her palm fell again, the beast’s flesh spattered.
Its blood splashed on her face.
She the smiled all the more devastatingly beautifully.
That smile caused one to be dumbstruck.
Ye Qing Luo could clearly feel the profound heart jade in her heart deliver a steady flow of profound qi to her.
It allowed her to incessantly fight without feeling tired.
Each time she struck down a beast, the hot blood in her body seemed as it it boiled.
Finally on the stage, there still remained three not very large, yet nevertheless extremely powerful wild beasts.
These three wild beasts took on some human traits and surprisingly knew how to assist each other.
And above her head, that candle flame already became weaker and weaker.
The more this moment had arrived, the more Ye Qing Luo couldn’t afford to be rash.
She understood this principle.
Surrounded by three wild beasts, Ye Qing Luo made use of her footwork to scuttle back and forth.
The profound qi from her profound heart jade was also continually building up and absorbing.
The wild beasts’ eyes followed her as she moved around. In merely a short period of time, they became dizzy.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qing Luo targeted one beast and struck at it.
Those three beasts formed a triangle. With one dead, the triangle collapsed.
With the triangle formation destroyed, it became even more effortless and easy to deal with them.
When Ye Qing Luo finished disposing the last beast, that candle lamp floating in midair also stopped burning.
The two events occurred at practically the same time.
Ha haha…girl, I knew it. As long as it’s you, success is certain.
Old Man Cang’s voice transmitted in her mind.
Delight couldn’t be concealed within his voice.
Ye Qing Luo’s eyes suffused with cold, bloodthirsty intent suddenly flashed clear and bright.
Old Man Cang? You…are you ok?
I still haven’t watched you ascend to the peak of the strong, how can I die.
Old Man Cang’s voice had recovered one hundred percent of its previous aura.
Having passed the trial, only then did Ye Qing Luo discover that she actually spent three days and two nights on the first layer.
Having spent the last few days in closed door cultivation, even though Old Man Cang’s soul still couldn’t appear in its previous shape, he was still able to experience her advancement with her.
Old Man Cang returned to her side again and Ye Qing Luo felt a sense of closeness at once.
The smiling expression on her face also somewhat filled with the warmth that a young lady should have.
Lass, you’re truly lucky.
Old Man Cang jokingly continued.
Your timing was so close, in the clutch. Putting an end to the last wild beast at the same time the lamp extinguished.
Ye Qing Luo curved her lips and laughed like a clear flowing brook.
Girl, congratulations. You’ve succeeded in breaking through the first layer of purgatory.
Old Man Cang’s laughter was filled with gratification.
The first level of Azure Dew Skill will be handed over to you.
She only saw the big number ‘one’ on stage shine brilliantly before a scroll floated in the air.
Ye Qing Luo extended her hand and the scroll spontaneously fell into her palm.
The rays of light stopped shining.
The scroll in her hand felt penetratingly cold.
Ye Qing Luo looked down. On the scroll was flamboyant and bold, black writing ‘Blink Movement’.
Blink movement?
The hell!
It surprisingly is a ‘Blink Movement’!
This was simply bullsht!
