As the sword tip gleaming with cold light descended swiftly, Mu Yihan, her eyes tightly shut and face serene, waited calmly for death to arrive!
Yet when she felt the Chinese Paladin sweep across her face without causing any harm—and realized she was still alive—
Mu Yihan, unable to make sense of it, immediately opened her eyes!
Then!
A loose strand of hair hanging before her forehead slowly fell, carried away by the gently blowing breeze!
"Liu Yurou, are you humiliating me?"
"I, Mu Yihan, do not need your pity. If you want to kill me, then kill me quickly. Don't think I'll bow my head and beg you for mercy!"
Still unable to understand what was happening, Mu Yihan glared furiously at Liu Yurou before her!
In her eyes, what the other woman had just done was a profound humiliation!
Yes!
She had lost!
But that did not mean she had no backbone, nor did it mean she could not afford to lose!
Besides, she was not someone who clung to life and feared death!
Mu Yihan had her own pride, her own dignity. She needed no one's pity or sympathy!
"In my past life, I wronged you greatly, causing resentment to take root in your heart, and so you ambushed me!"
"In this life, I also bullied 'you,' and successfully killed 'you,' avenging my past life!"
"Now that you and I have faced each other head-on, victory and defeat have been decided, and our grievances have come to an end!"
"From this day onward, neither of us owes the other anything. Though we walk the same road, we are but strangers!"
Hearing Liu Yurou's words, Mu Yihan—whose eyes had been blazing with rage and who had been bent on dying—froze at once, her heart a tangled mess of