She was weak. So pathetically weak compared to his Great Vehicle cultivation that she couldn't even sense the depths of his power.
If he decided to take her, to use her like he'd clearly just finished using his wife, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, spiritual energy gathering desperately around her form as she prepared to fight.
Forget about her losing her cultivation power if she lost her virginity. If that thing entered her, she would die due to being torn apart—especially since only cultivators could withstand that thickness. For a normal mortal woman—which she would become the moment her hymen broke—it was death.
So either way, she would not survive all this. It was better to die saving herself.
She prepared herself, her mind ignoring the arousal signals in the air and focusing instead on striking the throat, the eyes, and then detonating every talisman she had left.
