I Never Hit Women, but I Can't Tell Men from Women

"If you won't agree? Then I'll beat you to death!"

Gray-black miasma churned overhead like an ominous curtain.

The bottom of the pit was dimly lit, its only source of light coming from a strange Spirit Herb at its center—it emitted soft, tangible starlight, its grass blades crystal-clear as though condensed from fragments of stars, illuminating a small area with dreamlike radiance.

Yet beneath that "starlight," murderous intent surged.

Two groups faced off in clear opposition, the tense atmosphere nearly solid enough to touch.

On the left stood six people dressed in matching moon-white palace attire, their sleeves fluttering as faint lavender mist curled around them.

Their positioning was mysterious, vaguely forming a combined attack formation. They were clearly disciples of the Moon Concealment Sect.

The leading woman was charming in appearance but cold and sharp-eyed. She looked sixty percent like Liu Yifei and gripped a pair of Crescent Ring Blades gleaming with cold light.

On the right stood seven people in dark bronze fitted combat outfits, broad and heavy Stone Broadswords strapped to their backs. They were visibly more powerfully built than the Moon Concealment Sect disciples, their rugged Sky Palace Fortress style unmistakable.

The leading strongman still had a fresh bloody gash on his face. Holding an unsheathed greatsword, his muscles knotted as he glared viciously at the opposite side. His aura was heavy, making it clear he had just gone through a fierce battle.

The ground at the edge of the pit was a complete mess, marked by charred black traces from spells, huge sword gouges, scattered Magic Tool fragments, and several pools of dark red blood that had yet to congeal. All of it silently told of the brutal battle that had recently taken place here.

Two people from Sky Palace Fortress had already collapsed and