Li Qiushui knew full well that matters had reached this point: she and her son were at a complete disadvantage. She had gravely underestimated Li Liangzuo before, allowing him to weave such a tight net around them without her noticing, leaving them utterly unable to resist.
The only way to turn defeat into victory now was to use absolute force—capture the ringleader first. As long as they subdued or even killed Li Liangzuo, their leader, the rest of his faction would be leaderless and could only bow their heads in submission.
Without the slightest hesitation, she used Lingbo Weibu and charged toward him. One only had to look at Duan Yu to know how miraculous Lingbo Weibu was. Previously, he had known no martial arts at all, yet with the exquisite Lingbo Weibu, he had forced his way through the perilous martial world and repeatedly escaped danger unscathed.
Lingbo Weibu was Li Qiushui's signature art. Having devoted decades to it, her mastery was naturally beyond comparison with a half-baked practitioner like Duan Yu. In an instant, she became a streak of white rushing toward Li Liangzuo. There had long been numerous guards at his side. Seeing something was wrong, they hurriedly drew their sabers to intercept her, slashing one after another at that white shadow.
Unfortunately, the white shadow was like a wisp of smoke. Even when their blades struck it, it was as though they had cut empty air. They could not stop her at all and could only watch helplessly as she reached Li Liangzuo.
Just as she was about to touch him, a faint smile finally appeared on Li Qiushui's face. But then the sound of something slicing through the air came from beside her. She had originally intended to endure even an injury at such a