"Hm? You want to kill me?"
Yet before Shen Xiu could make a move, Jin Mu'er's gaze swept over first.
"Feng Haoran, kill him! He actually wants to kill me!"
The moment Jin Mu'er saw the youth by the riverbank, she turned and shouted at the man in the river.
Shen Xiu had only just entertained the thought of investigating her identity later before deciding what to do. He had not expected the woman to be so wary and sensitive.
With no way to avoid it, his figure shot forward. He charged straight at the woman, decisively bringing his saber down. Strike first and gain the upper hand—if it worked, all the better; if not, flee at once.
The blade whistled, whipping up the woman's robes.
The woman in the rain pavilion noticed the disturbance and turned sideways. Seeing the fierce saber light rushing toward her, panic immediately flashed across her face.
"Feng Haoran!"
The cry burst from her lips, but Feng Haoran was still far out in the river. With his speed, he could not make it in time.
Shen Xiu's greatsaber was already inches from the woman's chest.
It struck directly, yet when the slash halted a foot before the woman, a faint cracking sound suddenly rang out. Then an invisible force blocked it, preventing the blade from advancing even an inch.
The woman, who had been panicking moments ago, now looked at the young attacker with a mocking smile, her tone dripping with scorn.
"You want to kill me? Do you really think I, Jin Mu'er, have no capital to be arrogant?"
Shen Xiu's body was flung away by an invisible force.
Without a word, he lightly sprang back, his greatsaber humming as he slashed straight for her brow.
The woman sneered coldly as she retreated.
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