As Beiming Xue's Ice Blade was just raised, Fatty Venerable flicked his middle finger, and a burst of the Power of Demon Patterns flew out, instantly piercing through Beiming Xue's robe sleeve.
Only a "clang" was heard, and Beiming Xue only felt a tingle in her hand, her Ice Blade immediately knocked away.
Fatty Venerable chuckled: "Beauty, how could I bear to let you die? Don't be too pessimistic; tonight, I'll make you feel good."
Beiming Xue's expression changed; she wasn't afraid of death, but falling into the hands of the vulgar-looking man before her would be even more agonizing than death.
Thinking this, Beiming Xue gritted her teeth, revealing killing intent in her eyes, and shook her right hand.
Threads thin as hair, Ice Silk, flew out from Beiming Xue's sleeve, striking at Fatty Venerable.
Fatty Venerable's face bore a disdainful smile, his fat right hand waved casually, and Beiming Xue's Ice Silk was knocked away effortlessly.
