Shen Ranxi activated the first level of the Formless Heart Sutra. The poison mist passed through her blood without lingering, unable to harm her. However, without mastering it, she could only endure for ten minutes.
"Second Soul Skill: Crimson Flame Parting Clouds!"
A crescent-shaped blade of flame shot out of the poison mist, shattering the smug look on the man's face.
"Pah!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, then was burned to ashes by invisible flames right before the man's eyes.
Shen Ranxi rushed out of the poison mist with her staff in hand and struck straight at the man's face. He bent backward to the limit and narrowly dodged. Shen Ranxi slammed down with a fist, cracking the hard stone slabs in every direction and revealing the sheer force behind her blow.
As Shen Ranxi attacked, her mouth did not stay idle either. Her words were even more venomous than the poison the man spat out.
"Hey, you must be pretty insecure, huh? At your age, and this is all the strength you have? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm getting worried for you."
"You even modified your claws like this for strength, and they're still not much use. How do you eat? Do you need someone to feed you?"
"If you pay me, I wouldn't mind feeding you a couple bites. I'm kind-hearted like that... sigh."
"Your punches don't have enough force either. Are you trying to scratch an itch for me? Too bad I'm not itchy."
As Shen Ranxi spoke in that unhurried tone, the man's attacks grew increasingly frantic, and the killing intent on his face deepened. When her final sentence fell—
The man's face turned red as he roared, "Shut up! Shut up! Bitch! Bitch!"
Seizing an opening, Shen Ranxi struck the man with her staff,