If he hadn't intervened in time, would Achir have survived?
The odds were undoubtedly against her.
Achir, merely a seventh-level spiritual cultivator, had been bolstered by an infusion of medicinal power. Confronting the young lady before her, victory was an impossibility.
Moreover, Achir's grasp of the earth spirit's elemental essence, aided by heavenly, earthly, and mithril assistance, couldn't hold a candle to the little lady's natural talent, not even by a fraction.
Though it had been a while since their last encounter, the young lady remained as unyielding as ever.
Without uttering a word, she had hurled a dirt ball with lethal intent, leaving no room for doubt.
Qiao Mu regarded the man before her with a cold, penetrating gaze, then tossed the torn marriage contract in his direction. "What is the meaning of this? Why the melodramatic act?"
