At this point, Xue Fuyao even curled her lips slightly, looking thoroughly pleased.
Hearing her say this, Zhang Hui widened his eyes in shock. "In that case, why have you repeatedly attacked the Zhang Family? Isn't that you taking revenge?"
Xue Fuyao's expression turned cold again. "Those are two separate matters. Although your actions indirectly made me who I am today, you still destroyed my country and killed my Imperial Father and my brothers and sisters. With a blood feud as deep as the sea, I would be unworthy of being their child if I didn't avenge them. Besides, you never intended to spare me in the first place. I simply proved more capable."
"You!"
Zhang Hui grew extremely agitated. Already relying on pills to cling to life, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Seizing the moment, Xue Fuyao moved straight to his side, placed her palm over his head, and unleashed the Soul-Seizing Technique at full power.
Although Zhang Hui's cultivation had been crippled, his former cultivation had been genuine. His cultivation was gone, but the strength of his soul remained.
Useful as the Soul-Seizing Technique was, allowing her to read another person's memories easily, that only applied to people whose cultivation was below hers. With someone like Zhang Hui, whose cultivation had been two whole realms above hers, reading his memories was no easy task even after his cultivation had been crippled. One careless move could injure her instead.
That was why she had deliberately said those things just now: to enrage Zhang Hui until anger assailed his heart and threw his thoughts into turmoil, giving her an opening.
As she employed the Soul-Seizing Technique, Xue Fuyao felt as though a towering mountain had appeared before her.
Although cracks covered the mountain, its imposing presence still