Why had she chosen to attack Ye Qingcheng first?
The reason could not have been simpler: Qin Yan could not stand Ye Qingcheng's face.
Or rather, she could not stand anything about her and felt that her very existence was unnecessary.
Why was it that, although they were both women, Ye Qingcheng possessed beauty that could topple kingdoms while she looked so ordinary?
Under normal circumstances, Qin Yan would have been considered somewhat attractive in a crowd.
But now, standing beside Ye Qingcheng, that little bit of beauty meant absolutely nothing.
Put Ye Qingcheng and Qin Yan in the same crowd, and outsiders would notice Ye Qingcheng first.
As for Qin Yan? Who would care?
Qin Yan had always been fiercely jealous when it came to looks.
That was why she deliberately suppressed newly recruited junior sisters who were prettier than her.
If they were less attractive, however, Qin Yan would shower them with concern and keep them by her side, caring for them to cultivate her image.
After all, even a red flower needed green leaves to set off its beauty.
With both hands half-curled, she condensed spiritual qi into eagle claws at her fingertips, closed swiftly on Ye Qingcheng, and slashed viciously at her face, intending to disfigure her first.
Chen Mu swept his hand outward.
As though swatting a fly.
Bang! Boom!
He sent Qin Yan's body flying like a cannonball.
Splat!
She slammed into a wall, and her body, unable to withstand the pressure, burst apart in an instant, smearing the entire wall with blood.
The sight was horrifically bloody, its visual impact overwhelming!
"Holy shit! Am I seeing things? He actually slapped Senior Sister Yan into a pile of mangled flesh with one casual swipe!"
"His strength is unfathomable! I didn't sense even the slightest