Smack!
Ye Hua's slap landed on the back of Ying Ming Hao's head like a thunderclap. Then, as light as a swallow in flight, she tapped one foot against the ground and leaped onto the Martial Platform.
Hmph! Stinking men would only slow down her sword draw!
"Go, Senior Sister Ye! Senior Sister Ye is the best!"
Once Ying Ming Hao saw Ye Hua take the stage, he stopped fooling around, and even the back of his head stopped hurting. He abandoned Lin Qinqin outright and turned to cheer for Ye Hua, his voice booming like a great bell and resounding through the clouds.
His expression changed at a whim, as fickle as June weather or a child's face.
Beside him, Lin Qinqin instantly gritted her teeth, itching to give Ying Ming Hao a few lashes. This damned dog who discarded the old for the new was even more despicable than Chen Shimei.
On the other side, Ning Huai of the Central Saint Palace leaped proudly onto the Martial Platform. Holding a silver spear and clad in white armor, he sized Ye Hua up with a measure of caution.
He had read Ye Hua's ranking information, so naturally, he dared not be careless. He quickly assumed an opening stance, ready to respond the moment she moved rather than let her catch him off guard.
"Heart-Devouring Slash!"
With a clear, ringing cry, Ye Hua began to move, wielding a flawless white, crystal-clear Glazed Sword with the lightness and grace of a dancing fairy.
Every swing sent out a dazzling streak of Sword Qi. Like a dense shower of rain, they blotted out the sky as they shot toward Ning Huai.
Ye Hua knew perfectly well that if she used her Glazed Sword, only a little over 1.3 meters long, to