(Impossible!)
Xie Wanshou's heart pounded in her chest.
She stood frozen, her thoughts scattered. Every breath she took felt heavy under the lingering pressure Bai Zihan had just released.
Her gaze flicked toward the two crumpled bodies embedded in the far wall—two Spirit Severing cultivators crushed as easily as dry leaves.
(He… he defeated both of them…)
Cold sweat ran down her back.
Her instincts screamed at her—run. Now!
She began to step back, subtly channeling Qi to her legs, ready to vanish in a blink.
But then—
Bai Zihan turned his gaze on her.
His eyes were calm.
Like someone who had already calculated every possible outcome—and dismissed all but one.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you."
A clear warning.
Xie Wanshou's entire body went rigid.
A ripple of killing intent brushed past her skin like a blade, invisible and cold.
She knew.
With Bai Zihan's speed—his strength—she wouldn't make it past the door. No, she wouldn't make it halfway through the room.
