Beast Piercing The Heavens

0The ten of them felt goosebumps all over their body, even Ye Qinghan felt very uncomfortable about her. She was only calmly sitting on the chair, but it was as if she were a king sitting on the throne of heaven, giving off a feeling of superiority. That faint smile and that faint sense of majesty, gave off an irresistible feeling.    0

    

"Witch …"    

    

Ye Qinghan cursed silently in his heart. This was the second time in his life that this woman had the temperament of a witch, just like the charming lady in the Palace Of Dreams who was wearing a light veil, with a small Red Rope at her waist.    

    

In his life, he had battled countless times, encountering countless powerful figures, killing a few, and experiencing countless scenes. Yet now, he felt helpless facing a woman. Most importantly, this woman hadn't done anything. She was just sitting there lightly, and a slight smile on her face caused him to feel incomparably apprehensive in his heart …    

    

He didn't know why, he just knew he couldn't look at her anymore. As a result, he closed his eyes, reached out to grab Ye Yaorao, and quietly stood behind him. On the contrary, his heart began to calm down, and the expression on his face began to slowly relax.    

    

The eight people beside him, however, had a very interesting expression on their faces. A few of them had lascivious looks in their eyes as they stared at the deep ravine between the two snow-white peaks. Their eyes had turned cloudy and dazed, leaving only their lips and throbbing throats. As for the others, their eyes were glowing, their muscles were contracting, and their hair was standing on end. They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The woman in front of them was not a peerless beauty, but a skeleton.    

    

"Cluck, cluck …"    

    

A burst of laughter that sounded like the chirping of an oriole echoed in the hall. Following the sudden awakening of the few Martial Cultivator who had confused looks in their eyes, the few nervous Fighter As Well s relaxed, and Ye Qinghan and Ye Yaorao simultaneously opened their eyes.    

    

A few Martial Cultivator s looked at each other, then looked at each other in dismay. Shock appeared in his eyes. This woman was not simple. If he wasn't a peerless expert, then this woman would definitely be one of the spirits that had a special ability in the God Realm. Otherwise, it would be impossible for his to remain calm and let everyone fall for his tricks.    

    

"Are you all ready? Can we begin?"    

    

The lady looked at Ye Qinghan, her smile becoming wider, she stood up leisurely, then placed the Spiritual Pet in her hand gently on the chair, she held her whip and walked towards the group.    

    

"Shashasha!"    

    

The woman wore a pair of soft white leather boots. When she stepped on the white jade floor, a light sound was emitted. His walking speed was very slow, but his posture was very beautiful. Especially his two legs that were like lotus roots. They were emitting a faint fluorescent light; it was truly beautiful. As she walked forward, the crowd seemed to feel an invisible deterrence as they slowly retreated. Their muscles tensed up and divine power swirled around them, preventing this woman from attacking at all times.    

    

However, there were still two people on the field who did not retreat.    

    

Ye Qinghan did not retreat, because Ye Yaorao was behind him. Ye Yaorao did not retreat, because Ye Qinghan did not retreat. The two of them, however, had astonishingly identical expressions. They were incomparably calm, and both calmly gazed at the woman who was slowly walking over. Of course, Ye Qinghan had pretended to be calm, but Ye Yaorao's personality was cold, and in front of outsiders, he would always have this kind of expression.    

    

"You all seem to be very afraid of me? What was the point of a battle like that? Since you guys don't want to play, then This Miss won't play with you guys, I'll send you guys back! "    

    

The woman's beautiful eyes swept across the two of them once again, locking onto the eight Martial Cultivator s behind. Her head slightly tilted, and a trace of disappointment appeared in her eyes.    

    

As the woman raised her soft whip, the eight of them instantly became enlivened. They stepped on all sorts of strange footwork and retreated like lightning. Ye Qinghan also channeled his divine power, but he did not retreat. Instead, he reached out his hands to protect Ye Yaorao, but his eyes were locked on the Long Whip in her hands.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

The white soft whip in the lady's hand flashed with a white light, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, she quickly extended forward, targeting one of the eight Martial Cultivator s.    

    

Ye Qinghan recognized that Martial Cultivator, he was a first stage War God, a peak Divine General. He was slightly nervous when he saw that the woman was the first to attack him. However, when he saw the speed of the woman's soft whip, he heaved a sigh of relief. Although this speed was very fast, it was still very slow for him. Furthermore, the girl was so far away from him. The Long Whip was only this long, how could it reach him?    

    

Although he had some doubts in his heart and didn't understand how people had been injured in the past, he still very carefully started to explosively retreat backwards.    

    

However!    

    

As he retreated, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the woman and the white light emanating from the walls around him. He finally understood something in his heart, and his expression changed several times. However, he still reacted in an instant. With a jolt of his spirit power, he started to desperately retreat.    

    

"Profound Mysteries of Gravity?" No, it was a gravity restriction! This training room has gravity restrictions! "    

    

Of course, Ye Qinghan also noticed that something was amiss. Just now, he suddenly felt a strong force acting on his body. His body seemed to have become countless times heavier, as if a million jin mountain was pressing down on him. Even if he wanted to stand up straight, he would have to circulate all of the divine power in his body to resist it, let alone maintain his original speed.    

    

He struggled to twist his neck, and looked at Ye Yaorao behind him, then looked at the lady. However, his eyes narrowed. At this moment, everyone present understood why those who came to fight could not last more than an hour.    

    

This was because the gravity restrictions in the room had no effect on the woman.    

    

The most important thing was that the soft whip in the woman's hand began to extend indefinitely. Moreover, countless tiny silver needles that radiated a cold light began to grow out from the whip.    

    

High-grade Divine Tool!    

    

The only Divine Instrument that could transform was the High-grade Divine Tool!    

    

The whip wiggled and flew in the air, like a poisonous snake, it opened its huge mouth and quickly approached Martial Cultivator. As for the Martial Cultivator, he continuously twisted her body and retreated backwards in incomparable terror. It was just that every step required him to use up all of her strength, causing her entire body to sweat like rain, her speed was several times slower than before. She was probably not even at the first stage of the God of Heaven Realm, so how could she avoid this whip?    

    

In the blink of an eye, the whip had caught up to Martial Cultivator, and with the whip extending outwards, it bound Martial Cultivator tightly, and the silver needles on the whip began to wiggle, and started to pierce into Martial Cultivator's skin, muscles, and pores.