Zhang Xiaoqing's attacks were straightforward; from start to finish, it was all Sword Dao. And though her attacks seemed casual, they contained an overwhelming killing intention. Of course, she didn't truly intend to kill Zhang Ziyu, merely to give him a warning: never speak ill of others behind their backs again.
"AAAHHH! FUCK!"
"Ah! Ping, save me!"
"Damn... this woman is crazy! Elder, Clan Leader, SOB... SOB..."
"I was wrong!" After a ten-minute ordeal, Zhang Ziyu finally couldn't bear it any longer. He knelt amidst the ruins, apologizing with a trembling voice.
Only then did he clearly see his assailant: delicate features, a slender figure—she appeared to be an ordinary woman. Then, a connection seemed to spark in his mind. Instantly, a chill shot through him, and he hastily corrected himself, "Fairy!"
Undoubtedly, this was Zhang Xiaoqing, the foremost talent of the Zhang Family's younger generation.
"Get up!" Zhang Xiaoqing said.
"I dare not!"
