Wu Ding wore an infuriatingly dismissive expression, clearly intending to give Miss Qing a lesson, much like a cat playing with a mouse, the contempt of a ruler towards an ant.
"You forced me to do this." Miss Qing was evidently proud and strong-willed, feeling humiliated by a very beautiful woman, she lashed out at Wu Ding in anger with her Spiritual Energy.
But Wu Ding's cultivation level was such that compared to Miss Qing's, it was like an ocean against a drop of water. Even though Wu Ding was injured, he didn't take this attack seriously at all; her Spiritual Energy dissipated in the air before it even reached Wu Ding, leaving no trace.
"Ah?" Miss Qing was a bit shocked, quickly retreating, only feeling slightly relieved when she realized Wu Ding didn't seize the opportunity to attack.
"Fire!" At her command, the mercenaries launched a fierce attack in front of the tent.
