Tan'er clenched her fist, "That Meng guy, I'll deal with you later, traitor!"
Tan'er no longer paid attention to Meng Lang, focusing entirely on launching lethal moves at the assassins.
The other assassins tried to surround her, but Meng Lang dealt with them one by one.
Only the last assassin wielding the Cloud-piercing Dart remained.
"This guy, he's pretty tough!"
Tan'er's snowflake-like fists landed on the opponent, yet were blocked firmly by the opponent's arms.
Anyone else would've had shattered bones and a damaged dantian by now.
But this person was only slightly out of breath, showing no obvious injuries.
"Can't kill him?"
Tan'er blew on her fist.
Meng Qianqian, supporting her head with one hand, said softly, "He's not Gongsun Yanming, who mastered the Vajra Arhat body; at most, he has deep Inner Strength."
Tan'er glared ferociously at the opponent, "Then I'll just exhaust your Inner Strength completely!"
Meng Lang: "Let me lend you a hand!"
Tan'er: "No need!"
