Li Su's expression changed the moment she spoke.
Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned Queguang. Sword intent instantly flared to life, wrapping around him and suppressing both flesh and mind.
Then he retreated without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he was already outside the main hall.
After landing, Li Su still could not help sucking in a breath of cold air.
Though he had suppressed it in time and retreated outside, goosebumps still covered his body. The blood and qi within him trembled out of control, surging continuously toward his lower body.
Though his realm had been suppressed, his flesh was unquestionably composed of Supreme Flesh, yet it had nearly collapsed from a single voice alone.
Damn it!
What was wrong with this woman?
Why did it feel like facing Ning Wuxia?
Her voice had actually pierced straight through his body and landed directly upon his primordial spirit. If he had not reacted quickly enough, in his current state, he would probably have surrendered on the spot.
At that thought, Li Su's face could not help flushing. He, Li Su, a peerless prodigy of his generation and the orthodox inheritor of the Seven Saints, had nearly surrendered because of a single voice. If word of this got out, it would be a bona fide dark chapter in his history—the kind that could make him die of embarrassment on the spot.
Insidious. Too insidious.
It was simply impossible to guard against. To actually use such a vicious move—the Xue father and son were no sons of men. Simply no sons of men.
But heaven-born allure... one truly had to admit that the world was vast and full of wonders.
One Ning Wuxia had already been enough to surprise Li Su. Who would have thought that there were such people