"Shut up!" King Rui roared in fury and struck a palm toward Bai Ruozhu.
Bai Ruozhu used lightness skill to dodge, but the cave was narrow; she was still grazed by the palm wind, and her cheek stung with pain.
Chiyou was still that strong. Back then he had forced her into a desperate corner and almost killed her.
Xiaohei had almost died to save her, and Sangta's face had been slashed once, leaving a hideous scar.
Now she had grown much stronger, long since no longer the person she used to be, but Chiyou was still very strong—perhaps even stronger.
Bai Ruozhu really wanted to just chop him down. She had a blood feud with him—the kind where one of them had to die. It was impossible for her to easily forgive him just because he was infatuated with Meng Jinse. She, Bai Ruozhu, was no saint!
Besides, Meng Jinse's situation today was all thanks to King Rui. That so‑called devotion was nothing but a joke.
