Fu Hua stood in the middle of the training ground, watching Hong Meiling charge at her with boundless madness and killing intent. If it had been anyone else... merely facing the endless killing intent radiating from Hong Meiling might have scared them senseless.
They would have thought she was a great demon who had slaughtered all living things.
But Fu Hua understood that this was not Hong Meiling's own will or nature, but the curse coiled around her.
Although she had no orthodox cultivation method, that did not mean Hong Meiling lacked combat strength. While being pursued by those righteous people, coupled with the power of this world's karma, she had already comprehended a set of moves that belonged to her alone.
There were no flashy movements, only attacks meant to kill with a single blow.
At that moment, Hong Meiling was like an emotionless killing machine. She struck directly at Fu Hua's vital point with her palm, though she unconsciously held back much of her strength.
She had said she would use her full strength, but how could she truly be so ruthless toward her benefactor? Yet... before she could hit Fu Hua, she felt a pain in her chest, and her whole body was sent flying.
"I said to use your full strength. Why did you hold back?"
Watching Hong Meiling fly away, Fu Hua withdrew her hand. Fu Hua had controlled her strength as well and would not truly hurt her.
"S-Sorry! I won't do it again."
Though she had been sent flying, Hong Meiling quickly climbed back up. Feeling that she had not been hurt at all, she understood that the immortal had controlled her strength.
She mocked herself a little. She had actually worried about hurting an immortal. After getting back on her feet, she