Nocturne

Zhu Peijin's lips trembled, and her face turned deathly pale.

Looking at the smile on the man's face, her first reaction was not pain, but disbelief.

She could not believe that the seductive art she had always taken such pride in had actually failed.

She had used this move countless times and had never once failed.

Every time, those men had obediently let her manipulate them as she pleased.

Yet this man's eyes had not changed from beginning to end. They had remained calm throughout.

Only then did she belatedly react, clutching her severed arm. Her hand pressed over the stump, but it could not stop the blood. It kept pouring through her fingers and down her arm.

Her once lovely little face twisted with pain.

"Y-you... why..." Her voice trembled, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"You are nothing more than a rosy skeleton. If I could be bewitched by you, then wouldn't all my martial training have been for nothing?"

Chen Duan raised a hand and made a grasping motion through the air. The pipa beside Zhu Peijin was wrapped in true qi and flew back into his hand.

He looked down at Zhu Peijin with cold indifference. His gaze was not like that of someone looking at a person, but rather at a stone.

There was no pity, no anger, not a trace of any superfluous emotion.

This woman's bewitching art was almost demonic, but it could only stir the most primitive desires in people.

The instincts of the body, the impulses of the flesh—these were no more than the shallowest obstacles on the martial path.

Martial training tempered not only the body and flesh, but also the heart.

Of those who could make it all the way to Break Apex, which one did not possess