Mosquito Daoist was shocked as well. This person’s cultivation was higher than the other three, and was most likely at the seventh rank.

Whoever it was, they had chosen their moment well. If Mosquito Daoist had pressed on with her attack, even though the big breasted woman was dead for sure, she herself would have also been seriously injured.

Her many years spent on the run had made her prioritize her own safety above all else, and she would never expose herself to the risk of suffering severe injuries in order to kill someone. She retracted her hand at once, and blocked the incoming sword.

The two exchanged several blows in an instant. However, her opponent was extremely crafty, and did not try to overpower her directly, which greatly reduced the advantage of her superior cultivation rank.

Mosquito Daoist finally caught a glimpse of her opponent. She was a ridiculously beautiful woman whose entire being radiated the crisp, cold bite of a winter morning, granting her the air of an immortal...