Upon hearing the woman's words, Ye Wushuang's gaze turned cold—terrifyingly so.
'Lan Xinyu only spoke up for me out of indignation, and for that, this woman wants to make her pay by disfiguring and killing her. The audacity!'
"It's not just her. You're not qualified either. Resist, and you die!"
The woman's eyes were venomous. With a jolt of her palm, a surging wave of True Essence flooded into the Sword Body. The Treasure Sword suddenly erupted with a terrifying, murderous aura.
BOOM!
The woman lunged forward, twisting her Treasure Sword. She first aimed to sever Ye Wushuang's fingers, then slash at his neck—a merciless, lethal strike.
"What a venomous woman. Are you the only one allowed to contradict others, while no one is allowed to contradict you?!"
Ye Wushuang's eyes were the very definition of cold. With a flick of his two fingers, a powerful force rippled out. CLANG! The terrifying power knocked the Sword Body off its course.
