Tang Xinlian lightly clenched her jade hand, and a fiery-red spear shaped like a flaming phoenix appeared in her grasp, a fierce aura spreading from it.
The Fire Phoenix Spear, the bright red soft armor, the long fiery-red hair rippling in waves—the tall, slender woman was like a mass of red flame, blooming with an aggressive, valiant air. Her gaze, burning with battle intent, locked tightly onto that serene, lovely figure.
"Mu Girl, please enlighten me!"
Mu Zi lifted her eyes slightly and looked at the battle-ready Tang Xinlian, her calm gaze unruffled.
"There is no need, Tang Girl."
For such a proud person, if Mu Zi were to strike and deal her some sort of blow, she would feel rather sorry. Before she had even met Mo Luo, she would have first wounded his prized disciple; that would hardly be proper.
Hearing the faint refusal in Mu Zi's words, Tang Xinlian's eyes flickered. Her red lips parted, and her clear, pleasant voice rang out with a trace of persistence.
"Your strength may be something Xinlian cannot compare with, but without fighting you once, I will never be satisfied."
Tang Xinlian clenched her jade hand tightly and stared at the peerlessly beautiful woman whose bearing was like that of an immortal. From all sorts of signs, she vaguely sensed that she was probably no match for Mu Zi, but with her usual pride, how could she be willing to accept that without personally crossing hands?
At the very least, she had to see the gap between them.
As if sensing Tang Xinlian's feelings, Mu Zi fell silent for a moment, then nodded gently.
"Very well. Make your move."
Seeing Mu Zi "accept the challenge," Tang Xinlian's phoenix eyes opened slightly, and a brilliant light burst from them. Immediately, her slender