Fight to the Death

Though the white-clad woman's face was deathly pale, she was still a woman, with regular features. Yet only half her face remained intact. The other half had caved deeply inward, with only a thin layer of skin clinging to the white bones beneath. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she could not withstand such a sight. Even though she turned sideways to hide the ruined half of her face, one glance still made her seem incomparably ugly.

"My poor Lin Lang was harmed by a villain's hand. Yet I am but a weak woman, too powerless to avenge my husband. Who would have thought his enemy would be so formidable? Not only did I fail to avenge him, even my face was ruined... Without Lin Lang, what use do I have for this face? It is gone, then let it be gone. I only beg to avenge Lin Lang, so that his spirit in heaven may find solace! If I cannot avenge him today, what face would I have left to die and meet Lin Lang? Lin Lang, I am useless. You must never blame me!"

With that pitifully ugly appearance, the woman seemed to have suffered an injustice greater than the heavens. She trembled as she wept and wailed, calling again and again for Lin Lang not to blame her. Yet as she cried out her grievances, the hazy mist within the cave abode grew increasingly turbulent, as though someone resented Ye Tian bullying that "frail" woman in white and wished to stand up for her.

"Enough. Stop shouting. This is the Heavenly Sword Sect. Your petty tricks of bewitching hearts and confusing minds can deceive nothing but the flowers and grass here. You cannot draw upon any heaven and earth Great Dao to build momentum and suppress