"Hmph, nothing but a string of lies."
Tang Qingru sneered and immediately charged at Murong Hanxuan. She no longer believed a single word of his nonsense.
Every word he said was merely meant to stall her. She was no longer as foolish as before.
Right now, she only wanted to end this battle quickly—to deal with Murong Hanxuan before her.
"Damn it, you truly deserve to die!"
Murong Hanxuan's expression changed abruptly. Tang Qingru did not even give him a moment to catch his breath; she raised her hand and struck with a killing move. Who could withstand that?
Having made up his mind, Murong Hanxuan immediately turned and ran. His vital energy had yet to recover, and he was simply no match for Tang Qingru.
If he kept fighting, his condition would only worsen. Turning and fleeing was his only sliver of hope for survival.
"Run? I'll let you run."
"Phantom Blade Technique, Phantom Seven Absolutes, Moon-Stepping."
Tang Qingru sneered. Her entire figure vanished in an instant, leaving only several gorgeous afterimages in the air.
In the blink of an eye, she had arrived before the panic-stricken Murong Hanxuan.
"Slash."
Blade shadows appeared one after another, leaving seven afterimages in the air. Before Murong Hanxuan even realized it, one of his arms had fallen to the ground, blood spurting forth in an instant.
Murong Hanxuan immediately used immortal power to stop the bleeding, cold sweat streaming down his entire body.
He could not discern the slightest trace of how this blade technique had been executed. He could not even catch the blade shadows.
He truly had underestimated the identity of the woman before him.
She was the daughter of the deputy hall master of War God Hall. Everyone in War God Hall was a battle-crazed madman—how weak could the