Ning Wei held her sword horizontally towards Guo Da, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes seemed to shoot flames as she stared intensely at him.
"Miss Ning, if you keep pointing your sword at me, you might lose your life."
"I do have a soft spot for beautiful ladies."
Guo Da looked at Ning Wei playfully and flicked his finger, causing her sword to fly out of her hand, leaving her hand feeling sore.
Ning Wei stared at Guo Da with wide eyes, not expecting her pride to be so easily crushed before him, effortlessly broken with a single finger.
Xu Que's blood was still flowing, his face very pale, devoid of color in his eyes, making him look very weak, while Li Xiangqin clumsily tried to bandage him.
"One more minute, if you can't produce twenty thousand spirit stones, I will take your limbs."
"This is the price you ants pay for angering the Divine Dragon."
