Fu Hua stood in the middle of the dojo, watching Hong Meiling charge at her with boundless madness and killing intent. If it had been anyone else... merely facing the endless murderous aura around Hong Meiling might have scared them senseless.
They would have thought she was a great demon who had slaughtered all living beings.
But Fu Hua understood that this was not Hong Meiling's own will or nature. It was the curse wrapped around her.
Although she had no orthodox cultivation method, that did not mean Hong Meiling was weak. During her flight from those righteous cultivators pursuing her, combined with the power of this world's karma, she had comprehended a set of moves that belonged to her alone.
There were no flashy movements, only attacks meant to kill in a single blow.
At that moment, Hong Meiling was like an emotionless killing machine. She struck directly at Fu Hua's vital point with her palm, though her strength unconsciously lessened considerably.
She had said she would use her full strength, but how could she truly be so heartless toward her benefactor? Yet... before she could strike Fu Hua, pain suddenly blossomed in her chest, and she was sent flying backward.
"I told you to use your full strength. Why did you hold back?"
Watching Hong Meiling fly away, Fu Hua withdrew her hand. Fu Hua had controlled her strength as well and would not truly injure her.
"Sorry... sorry! I won't do it again."
Though she had been knocked flying, Hong Meiling quickly climbed back to her feet. Feeling that she had not suffered any injury, she understood that the immortal had controlled her strength.
She felt somewhat self-mocking. She had actually worried about hurting an immortal. After standing back up, she no longer considered holding back and