Flesh and Blood

This was the strike Han Wuxian had been waiting for. The moment she cried, "Traitor," her right hand had already clawed toward He Nu's back, while her long hair spread like a black net over He Nu's entire body.

She had calculated everything, except that she had not expected the Dragon King to pursue so quickly.

Gu Shenwei could not stop the blade in his hand. It was like a chase in which both sides gave everything they had. Whether pursuer or pursued, the two were driven by the distance of a hair's breadth to unleash potential they had never known they possessed. They could scarcely feel time passing. To an outsider, stopping the chase seemed a matter of a single thought, but for those caught up in it, it was impossible. All their focus was fixed on one thing, leaving no room for any other thought.

Gu Shenwei's blade was aimed at He Nu, but Han Wuxian, behind her, felt the pressure bearing down on her. Experiencing something was altogether different from watching it. She had seen Old Man Mu and the others fall in droves, but only when she faced the pressure of the blade herself did she realize how badly she had underestimated the two of them.

He Nu was in her grasp. In a moment, Han Wuxian could channel the force of her secret art into He Nu's body and reclaim control, then take her revenge as she pleased. But she hesitated. She knew the Dragon King's blade would pierce He Nu, but she did not know whether he would spare her.

Han Wuxian would eventually regret that brief hesitation, but at the time, it was an instinctive response she could not control.

The sword tip met the blade tip, and He Nu flew backward even