"What?!"
Hua Ying felt the tip of her whip suddenly sink. The force she had stored up was instantly stripped away completely, and her face filled with disbelief.
Boom!
The Soaring True Qi in Shen Xiuhan's dantian surged into motion, passing through his palm and into the whip.
The supremely yang and rigid Soaring True Qi met the sinister, unpredictable Mysterious Baleful Qi like boiling soup splashed over snow, backlashing along the whip all the way toward her.
"Argh!"
Hua Ying's eyes flew wide. With a miserable cry, her right arm went numb and swollen, and her True Qi instantly collapsed.
Whoosh!
Shen Xiuhan lowered his wrist and gave a fierce tug backward. An irresistible torrent of force traveled down the whip once more.
"Urgh!"
Hua Ying lost her footing entirely and flew forward out of control like a kite with its string cut.
She hurriedly tried to let go, but her palm was firmly stuck to that pale golden True Qi. No matter what she did, her fingers would not loosen.
The distance of several yards vanished in an instant.
Shen Xiuhan looked at Hua Ying, now right before him, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"No! Don't kill me..."
Hua Ying was so terrified that her soul nearly fled her body, and even her scream came out warped.
Shen Xiuhan remained expressionless. He raised his sword high, held back some of his force, and brought the hilt down upon her head.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
Hua Ying's entire body jolted. Her eyes rolled back, tears and snot streamed down her face, and the blow left her utterly dazed. She made two incoherent "yiya, yiya" sounds before collapsing limply to the ground.
"Let her go!"
The furious shout rolled through the alley like thunder. Accompanied