With a swish, a corner of the screen was whirled away, aimed straight for Guxue's face.
Guxue's Cold Fragrance Sword flicked upwards, as if striking a venomous snake mid-flight, instantly casting it aside!
With a whoosh, the Sword Qi left a hole in the wall, smoke billowing.
At this moment, the quietude within the room was shattered.
You see, just moments ago, in the snap of a finger, the adversaries exchanged several blows, utterly silent throughout.
Guxue, her snowy hair cascading over her shoulders, sword in hand, looked upon her so-called "beloved disciple," and said, "Errant disciple, will you not submit to execution."
Yu Zhenzhen, with a faint blue smoke rising from her hands, replied, "Why should I be executed? Because I don't eat meat, or because I failed to fulfill my master's wishes?"
Guxue let out a cold laugh and said, "For that attitude alone, you deserve to die a hundred times over."
