'Scorpion-Tailed Tiger' Xu Erniang gripped her twin blades tightly, her palms slick with sweat.
Inner force flowed through her meridians, qi and blood surged through her muscles and bones, yet at the sight of the Azure Garment youth drawing near, she could not muster the slightest courage.
"Young master, this servant knows her mistake. I am willing to serve you like a dog or horse, you..." She adjusted her clothes, revealing half of her snow-white breasts, and spoke in a pitifully delicate voice.
With a sweep of the sword, her head fell and blood sprayed through the air.
The fleeing 'Tiger Descending the Mountain' Lang Yi gave a low roar. Regardless of the consequences, he forcefully drove his inner qi, ignoring the stabbing pain running through his meridians as his speed surged more than twofold again.
Tiger Descending the Mountain—the tiger stirred up a roaring wind!
Speed was precisely his forte, praised by all within the martial world.
A blue shadow flashed past, and sword light slashed diagonally.
Lang Yi's body stiffened for a moment. It continued to hold its fleeing posture, but suddenly, his head separated from his body, each racing in a different direction.
The two sword shadows faded away one after another.
Jiang Ding turned back, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
"You didn't run?"
Zhou Kun, a dark-skinned man built like an iron tower, gripped a pair of octagonal bronze hammers and stared fixedly at him.
Jiang Ding rested a hand on the sword at his waist and approached step by step.
"Sir, you have only just arrived here, so you must have great matters to accomplish. I have something to say."
Zhou Kun stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Since childhood, I have cultivated horizontal hard-body techniques. I studied under