But Luo Ying's outstretched hands still touched the two of them.

The index fingers of both hands traced across the waists of the two people.

Heng Wenhao was wearing light armor, but the armor plates were like tofu in front of Luo Ying's gloved index finger, and a cut was made in the flesh along with the armor.

Atao fared even worse; Luo Ying's index finger nearly ripped a chunk of flesh from her waist.

The two fell to the ground, clutching their waists, their faces turning extremely pale.

“We could have sent you all off at the same time, but you insisted on leaving one by one.” Luo Ying looked at Heng Wenhao, then at A Tao, and asked, “Who’s leaving first?”

"Let's start with you, since you're the more difficult one," Luo Ying said, walking towards A Tao.

"Come at me!" Ignoring his back injury, Heng Wenhao immediately charged towards Luo Ying.

Without stopping, Luo Ying flicked her wrist, and a pebble appeared in her hand, which she then threw at Heng Wenhao.

A pebble struck Heng Wenhao's shoulder, sending him flying.

"Pfft!" Heng Wenhao crashed into the wall and fell down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Ying continued walking towards A Tao.

“There used to be a mountain called Black Mountain. There was a mine called Black Mountain Stone Mine. Some of the children who came out of there were bought by the Princess to be trained as Dragon Guards. I wonder if you also came out of the mine?”

Upon hearing this, Atao's pupils contracted, and her expression became even more tense than when she was knocked down by Luo Ying.

"Luo Ying, who exactly are you?!"

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'd be much happier to let you die with these questions in mind."

Luo Ying smiled slightly and reached out with her five fingers to grab A Tao's head.