This was already the fourth sword!
Although Bai Xue looked completely still, I knew she was enduring indescribable pain.
"Xiao Qing! I'll take the remaining swords!" I roared at her.
"Feeling sorry for her?" Xiao Qing sneered as she looked at me. "Do you think I'll let her off? But don't worry. I don't believe she can endure this many swords."
"Continue!" Bai Xue shouted.
"You're so devoted. And what has it gotten you?" Xiao Qing sneered, letting the sword in her hand fall once again.
"Bai Xue, are you crazy? I'll endure the next sword!" I shouted.
But Bai Xue still shook her head.
"Very good. I hate this devoted look of yours the most. When you can't take it anymore, I'll use the next sword to pierce your man's heart," Xiao Qing said.
"There's no need. I'll endure all nine swords," Bai Xue said.
"Then wait for death." Xiao Qing roared, and the sword in her hand plunged down.
Just like that, one sword after another struck Bai Xue. Bai Xue convulsed in agony, yet she still refused to give in.
"Stop! If you have the guts, come at me!" I roared desperately, but I couldn't break free of the shackles around me.
Xiao Qing was far too powerful. I could never break free of her binding force.
Before long, it was the eighth sword. Bai Xue was bleeding all over, her face pale and her breathing faint.
Xiao Qing smiled at her. "I'm truly starting to admire you. How will you choose for this next sword?"
"Still put it in my foot," Bai Xue said.
"You're as foolish as my sister!" Xiao Qing snorted coldly, and the sword in her hand fell once again.
Chapter 825: A Desperate Battle
"Ah!" This time, even Bai Xue couldn't help