"How I am is none of your business!"
As if Qin Shiyuan had torn open her wound, Hu Liena's eyes turned bloodshot as she roared without the slightest trace of reason.
"He told me himself! His name is Tang Yin! Not Tang San!"
"Once I kill you, I'll find him myself and make him explain everything!"
The moment her words fell, Hu Liena yanked the short blade embedded in the man's skull free.
She suddenly erupted within the cramped space, pouncing toward Qin Shiyuan without regard for anything else, like a beast driven by nothing but bloodlust.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I really wonder if Bibi Dong has gone blind, choosing a Holy Maiden who sides with outsiders."
As Qin Shiyuan spoke, the chill in his voice seemed to lower the temperature of the entire room by several degrees.
"Though I am at odds with Spirit Hall, ingrates like you are the people I despise most in my life."
"Since Bibi Dong cannot discipline you, then I shall properly clean house for her Spirit Hall!"
With that, Qin Shiyuan did not even summon his martial soul. He met the charging Hu Liena barehanded.
Swish!
The short blade sliced through the air with a faint whistle, slashing toward Qin Shiyuan's neck.
Qin Shiyuan's expression remained unchanged. He merely took half a step back, and the short blade skimmed past the fine hairs on his neck, cutting through empty air.
"You like using your hands? Then I'll cripple both your arms!"
With a cold snort, he suddenly seized Hu Liena's left hand as she tried to withdraw it and launch another attack.
Then, a burst of deft force gathered in Qin Shiyuan's other palm.
Smack!
As his palm lightly landed on Hu Liena's outstretched arm, a dense series of bone-cracking sounds immediately rang