How funny. When Gu Ruoyun had asked him to come take it, he had heavily insulted her.
"Cough! Cough!"
Ling Xi coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. His sinister and merciless gaze locked onto Gu Ruoyun.
"You little bitch, you're f*cking dead!"
Fwah!
His voice had barely faded when he picked up his sword again and rushed towards Gu Ruoyun.
Gu Ruoyun held tightly onto her sword. A sudden gust of wind broke out of the spirit sword from between her fingers. Ling Xi had barely reacted when an immense pressure was generated by the spirit sword, stopping him in his tracks again for two seconds.
Within the span of these two seconds, Gu Ruoyun was already standing in front of him. The long sword hilt smashed forcefully into Ling Xi’s stomach. He spat out fresh blood as he tumbled and fell.
"You…"
Ling Xi had just opened his mouth when he saw a black-clothed lady walking towards him.
