This sword, unleashed.
Su Chen turned and left.
He didn't even bother to stay and see if Qianqiu Xue could catch it, or how she might do it.
Because the result was already decided.
In that instant, as Su Chen turned to leave, Qianqiu Xue suddenly paled, disbelief and gravity etched on her beautiful, delicate face.
She sensed danger, an intense fragrance of death.
"No!!! Even if I... I... I'm not his match, I can still take his sword!" Qianqiu Xue gritted her silver teeth with the last bit of stubbornness in her heart.
What she thought was an ant turned out to be a Divine Dragon crushing her.
She was disgusted, loathed Su Chen's arrogance, never thinking it was her own arrogance.
Thinking back to before Su Chen emerged from the Emperor Blood Pool, her disdain and contempt for him.
Now compare the current situation.
No words could describe her horror, shock, self-mockery, unwillingness...
Qianqiu Xue felt utterly ashamed.
