"Come on!" Tang Yi, her body bearing no fewer than a dozen ferocious wounds, seemed utterly unfazed, provocatively beckoning Nishijiu with a curl of her finger.
"Madwoman!"
This time, it was Su Chen who spoke.
No wonder she was not pleased being called a woman; it turns out she's a hot-blooded young lady too.
Although Tang Yi seemed severely injured, these were merely superficial wounds.
Nishijiu, however, had sustained internal injuries.
If the battle truly continued, who would win and who would lose was still uncertain.
"Woman, you're asking for death!" Facing Tang Yi's frenzied attacks, Nishijiu's eyes also showed a hint of impatience.
Although killing on Huaxia's soil would be troublesome for her,
It was just troublesome, nothing more.
Since this woman is seeking death, she might as well grant it.
Nishijiu stretched her neck slightly, grasped the katana with both hands, and slowly lifted it over her head.
As she moved, her wrist became exposed.
