C166 Judging from Her Expression

With a swift flick of his sword, he pierced the eyes of the golden lion.

Yet the lion remained still, its eyes revealing a look of utter contentment as it gazed at the blade in the old cat's grasp.

Puchi!

With one thrust, the golden lion vanished into the void, as if it had never been there.

As the golden lion faded away, the Martial Saint's Spirit reappeared before the onlookers.

"Well done