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As a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, being locked onto and ambushed by someone at the Middle Stage of the Divine Separation—what would the outcome be?
Death!
Dead in countless ways!
But Qin Yu was preparing for two things.
Two options, not three.
1. Self-reliance: Choose a hidden, explosive strategy to take down the opponent.
2. Do nothing and wait to be saved—like a delicate, graceful young beauty who inspires pity and tenderness.
Three seconds of buffer time.
The third second...
Qin Yu grasped the long sword at her waist.
Chao Ci, oh Chao Ci, is it finally time for you to show the world your beauty?
Chao Ci: "Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up, hurry up!"
The Chao Ci Sword itched to move, and Qin Yu was ready as well...
She drew the sword, but... *Buzz!*
A blade.
Descended from the heavens.
*Boom!*
