Mo Caihuan took several steps back, distancing herself from Nangong Wan, and said, "I'd like to spar with you, Martial Aunt."
Nangong Wan said, "I'm not in the mood."
But Mo Caihuan attacked anyway. Her right hand visibly lengthened, taking on the metallic sheen of dark silver as it transformed into a wolf's claw. It had no fur, but a layer of sharp, bladelike scales.
Having transformed only one hand, Mo Caihuan said, "Martial Aunt, this is my transformation. I hope you'll offer me a few pointers."
Nangong Wan said irritably, "None of you understand plain speech. I already said I didn't want to. Why must you force me?" Resentment simmered in her chest, and this was the perfect opportunity to vent it.
Boom! Her magic power surged, and her pale-yellow palace gown fluttered without a breeze.
Nangong Wan clenched both fists, her expression indignant. She was truly angry.
"Martial Aunt, here I come." Mo Caihuan swung her hand at her.
Nangong Wan did not use a magic treasure. Although angry, she had no intention of taking Mo Caihuan's life. As she watched Mo Caihuan attack, she dared not underestimate that dark-silver right arm.
She gathered a layer of dark-red light around both hands. Though it was only a thin layer, it made one's mind reel and senses swim.
This was the Samsara Divine Light, but she used only a little of it to counter the metal arm, without clouding Mo Caihuan's mind.
As the arm swung toward her, Nangong Wan raised her hand to counter, intending to first deflect its force, then plant a kick squarely in Mo Caihuan's chest. When the arm drew close, she sensed a layer of sharp sword qi around it.
Their palms collided, dark-silver sword qi meeting Samsara Divine Light. Both kept their energy