If You Don't Need Your Eyes, Donate Them

The lackeys barely hesitated.

For some reason, their Martial Souls felt tremendous awe and fear toward Ning Weiyang's Martial Soul.

Besides, the petals in Ning Weiyang's hand were truly as sharp as knives.

Rather than getting hurt, they might as well obediently jump down themselves. At worst, they would only get wet.

One after another, the lackeys fell into the water, leaving Goreya, who had gone in first, utterly stunned.

Once the shock faded, all he felt toward Ning Weiyang was anger.

She was merely a level-three Spirit Master—how dared she kick him?!

And she had even knocked his men off the arched bridge one by one!

Wait!

Goreya seemed to have suddenly remembered something.

A level-three Spirit Master?

She had knocked a group of level-eleven Spirit Masters off the arched bridge?

Goreya froze.

No, no, what was he even thinking?

How could a level-three Spirit Master defeat level-eleven Spirit Masters?

That was impossible.

Even more unreasonable!

Goreya released his Soul Power and activated Martial Soul Possession. He pushed off hard with his feet underwater and launched himself straight out of the water.

"Ning Weiyang!"

Goreya frowned and roared furiously.

"You actually dared lay a hand on my men, and you even kicked me into the water. Are you tired of living?!"

He landed steadily with water streaming off him, but when he looked up and saw the changed Ning Weiyang, he froze again.

Where was Ning Weiyang?!

Goreya did not think that the person before him holding a glowing Peony Flower was Ning Weiyang.

Not for any other reason—he simply did not recognize a Peony Flower.

"Where is Ning Weiyang?!"

Goreya's inner thoughts slipped out.

Ning Weiyang, standing before him, slowly raised a question mark.

What did he mean?

Was he blind?

Ning Weiyang stepped forward and punched Goreya in the face. She was so fast that Goreya did not react at all.

Pong—

He was knocked straight to the ground.

Goreya fell over. Just that one punch had already left his head spinning.

She had clearly hit his face, so why was his head spinning?

Goreya's reactions were sluggish. He had not even realized that he was enveloped in Ning Weiyang's Glorious Radiance.

"If you don't need your eyes, donate them to someone who does. Goreya, you've been spreading rumors about me these past few days, making a bunch of people who don't know the truth point fingers at me. Tell me, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Ning Weiyang crouched in front of Goreya. Her orange-gold hair cascaded down, and with her cold eyes, she looked completely different from the weak, easily bullied Ning Weiyang of before.

It was no wonder Goreya had failed to recognize her.

Her hair color had changed, her eyes had changed, and her temperament was entirely different.

There was no way he could connect the girl before him with the Ning Weiyang from before!

"Y-you... you're Ning Weiyang?!"

The closer Ning Weiyang got to Goreya, the more severely his body seemed to lose strength.

He had no idea what was happening.

Lying sideways on the ground like a delicate little wife, he remained unsure whether the person before him truly was Ning Weiyang.

Ning Weiyang gradually narrowed the range of Glorious Radiance until, when she walked up to Goreya, it had shrunk to its shortest distance.

Glorious Radiance enveloped only her and Goreya.

The narrower Glorious Radiance's range, the stronger its debuff effect became.

Its user could freely shorten it to the narrowest range or extend it to the widest range.

"Didn't I tell you? If you don't need your eyes, donate them."

Ning Weiyang spoke lightly.

Her expression was indifferent, like that of a divine maiden untouched by the mortal world.

The aura she gave off filled others with awe.

"No... how could you..."