"Scorpion Tail Tiger" Xu Erniang gripped her twin blades tightly, her palms drenched in sweat.
Inner force flowed through her meridians, blood and qi surged through her bones and sinews, yet as she watched the Youth in Green Robes approach, she could not muster the slightest shred of courage.
"Young master, this servant knows her mistake. I am willing to serve you like a dog or horse, you..." She adjusted her clothes, exposing half of her snow-white twin peaks as she spoke pitifully.
One swing of the sword, and her head fell. Blood sprayed through the air.
"Descending Tiger" Lang Yi, who was fleeing, let out a low roar. Regardless of the consequences, he drove his inner qi with all his strength, ignoring the stabbing pain coursing through his meridians as his speed surged by more than double.
Descending Tiger, fierce as a tiger borne on the wind!
Speed was precisely his forte, praised by martial artists throughout the jianghu.
A green blur flashed past, sword light slashing diagonally.
Lang Yi's body stiffened for a moment. His body continued to hold its fleeing posture, but suddenly, head and body separated, each racing in a different direction.
The two sword shadows vanished one after the other.
Jiang Ding turned back, surprise appearing on his face.
"You didn't run?"
Zhou Kun, a burly dark-skinned man built like an iron tower, gripped a pair of octagonal bronze hammers and stared fixedly at him.
Jiang Ding rested his hand on the sword at his waist and approached step by step.
"Your Excellency, you have only just arrived in this place. You must have great matters to accomplish. I have something to say."
Zhou Kun stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Since childhood, I have trained in horizontal hard-body arts. I studied