"It's you again. What brings you here?" Miejue asked.
"Just passing by. I thought I'd drop in and see your disciples." Jiang Siming said this as he raised his brows at Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun.
Earlier, when 'Song Qingshu' and Zhang Wuji had exchanged flirtatious looks with the two of them, they had not even spared them a glance, finding them utterly repulsive.
But now that it was Jiang Siming, their hearts began thumping, and their cheeks quickly flushed red.
If Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had seen this, they definitely would have said that the martial world was far too obsessed with looks!
Miejue's brows drew together into a deep crease as she snapped, "Do you think that just because I can't defeat you, I'll let you run wild as you please?"
"What can you do if you don't let me? I can still run wild all the same." Jiang Siming sneered.
"You!" Miejue had always been hot-tempered, and the anger Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao had provoked in her earlier had yet to dissipate.
With Jiang Siming goading her like this, Miejue drew her sword and attacked!
Jiang Siming, however, was not the least bit intimidated. He put Jingni back away; this time, he would not be using a sword.
"Let me show you my new skill—Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
After Jiang Siming spoke, he struck out with both palms into empty space. The roar of a dragon rang out, and everyone present—including Miejue—was utterly horrified.
Seeing the attack coming, Miejue could only brace herself and raise her sword to block. Jiang Siming had not used much force, though—not even a tenth of the strength he had used when he struck down Wei Yixiao moments ago.
Miejue did not fly backward and spit blood this time. She