Shen Yijia suspected that she had dug up this person's ancestral grave before. Or perhaps she'd stolen his wife in a past life.
She wiped the blood from her mouth and stood up, holding on to the tree trunk.
This person's martial arts were above that person's.
Seeing that the sword was coming at her again, Shen Yijia cursed inwardly.
She did not pick up the long whip that had fallen to the ground and faced it without dodging.
She fought desperately. As long as it wasn't a vital point, she would let her fist land on the other party even if she was injured.
The leader spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at the woman opposite him, who was covered in blood but had a burning gaze, the interest in his eyes intensified.
It had been a long time since he had encountered such an opponent. Was she becoming braver the more she suffered?
If this woman had not been injured before, it would have been far more than that.
What a pity!
