Screech!
That was the sound of fabric tearing.
Wen Ruo Ruo's body retreated at lightning speed, dodging that incomparably dangerous sword strike. Only after she came to a stop did she discover that a large section of her sleeve had been sliced away.
Fortunately, she had dodged in time. Otherwise, that sword might have severed her entire arm.
Gasping delicately, she stood with her snowy breasts half exposed.
Wen Ruo Ruo glared viciously at the Changbai elder and shouted furiously, "You shameless old bastard! How dare you use such a despicable, filthy move—"
"This strike, 'Spring Tease,' specifically targets a woman's twin peaks. I simply used it exactly as the sword manual describes. How is that shameless?" Duan Youjun sneered repeatedly, his triangular eyes greedily and lecherously roving over Wen Ruo Ruo's chest. "Besides, on the battlefield, who cares about moves and methods? Staying alive is the greatest principle. Someone could cut off your head with one sword, and you'd still complain that their sword technique was improper. What kind of logic is that?"
"There isn't a single good person in the Changbai Sword Sect," Wen Ruo Ruo said through clenched teeth.
"Little girl, you can't put it that way. Once you fall into Grandpa's hands, you'll know that Grandpa is the man who understands best how to cherish women."
"What a shameless scoundrel." Wen Ruo Ruo flicked her sleeve and charged at Duan Youjun once more.
Duan Youjun was over fifty, and his cultivation was extraordinarily profound. Relying on his superior realm, he neither dodged nor retreated. With a flick of his sword, he charged straight toward the green silk ribbons drifting down from the sky.
Sss—
His long sword knocked the ribbons aside, and Duan Youjun lunged straight for Wen Ruo Ruo's chest.
"Shameless!" Qin Han shouted furiously.