Zuan sighed: "Girls should be careful when wearing skirts, especially when they're at a high place, or you'll expose yourself."

Zhao Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, instinctively holding down her skirt, and then she floated down like a butterfly: "You brat, you're asking for it!"

Anger points from Zhao Xiaodie: +452 +452 +452...

"What exactly do you want?" Zuan asked, frowning.

"Kneel down and kowtow to this princess a hundred times. If this princess is in a good mood, she might give you some antidote to relieve your pain." A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Xiaodie's face. She didn't want to kill him so quickly, but it would be wishful thinking to think that kowtowing a hundred times would completely cure the poison.

She first uses this method to destroy the other person's self-esteem. Once she gets started, things will be much easier later on. She will then turn him into her dog.

Zuan calmly said, "If I remember correctly, yesterday was the first time we met, so why are you so hostile towards me?"

Zhao Xiaodie sneered, "Only the weak would pester me with 'why,' as if they need a reason to be targeted. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'm not afraid to tell you. You plotted against my brother and sabotaged my father's plans, which offended me deeply. I never expected you to be so naive to ask why."

"Ambush?" Zu An looked at her with a strange expression. Had this woman's brain been damaged from years of cultivating in the deep mountains?

Zhao Xiaodie felt that the other person's eyes were looking at her as if she were an idiot, and she was very unhappy: "I know my brother's talent very well. Although he has wasted a lot of energy on women and worldly affairs, his cultivation is definitely not something you can deal with. I don't know what despicable and shameless means you used to assassinate him."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but frown: "Why don't you defend yourself?"

The other person's reaction was strange. Logically speaking, having been poisoned by her butterfly venom, they should have been writhing in pain on the ground by now. The other person's calmness gave her an ominous feeling.

"Why should I argue?" Zuan said calmly. "I'm just watching your performance."

The other person's nonchalant attitude made Zhao Xiaodie feel like a clown, and she couldn't help but feel furious.

Anger points from Zhao Xiaodie: +499 +499 +499...

However, she wasn't stupid and wasn't blinded by anger. She looked at the other person with some suspicion and said, "You're not poisoned? How is that possible!"

Even a grandmaster would be half-dead if poisoned by her, if not killed—of course, grandmasters are not so easily poisoned by her.

Zuan looked at his fingers. The wound on his fingertip had already healed. His Primordial Chaos Scripture not only made his body recover with super strength, but also had the effect of detoxification. At least so far, the poisons he encountered could not harm him.

Seeing him standing still, Zhao Xiaodie assumed he was feigning composure while secretly expelling the poison. So she didn't give him a chance to recover and directly pressed in. Once he engaged with her, his blood and qi would surge, and the poison would be impossible to suppress.

To her surprise, the other party didn't seem flustered at all.

However, she was not worried. She was one of the most talented disciples of Lihentian, second only to her senior brother Zhiyin. Dealing with someone whose energy fluctuations were not even noticeable was a piece of cake.

She raised her hand, her bright red nails sharper than knives. The bright red color was from nail polish she had mixed together from various poisonous flowers; it was not only beautiful but also deadly.

She slashed her fingernails directly at the other person's neck, controlling the force to severely injure them without killing them instantly.

She saw the other person raise their hand and sneered inwardly. It was too late to fight back now.

His agility was far inferior to that of ordinary disciples in the sect. I don't know how my good-for-nothing brother managed to be defeated by him.

Then she suddenly froze, because although the other person was right in front of her, she seemed to have lost the other person's aura.

In that instant, the other person's raised hand reached out first, grabbing her wrist directly, and then twisting it with a force that made her lose control of her hand.

She involuntarily spun around, and the sharp nails that were originally aimed at her opponent were instead pulled around her neck, the bright red nails stabbing towards her fair neck.

Zhao Xiaodie's pupils constricted; even she herself couldn't withstand this poison.

...

With a soft "poof," Zu An felt his hand go empty. The woman he had been holding hostage in front of him had vanished, replaced by countless small butterflies scattering in all directions.

Soon the butterflies gathered again several feet away, and gradually formed the shape of Zhao Xiaodie.

"Wow, that's interesting!" Zuan was quite impressed with her skill; she transformed into a butterfly to dodge attacks, which he found rather cool.

Zhao Xiaodie looked at him with utter terror, the previous cat-and-mouse smugness gone from her eyes: "What level are you at?"

"I don't know either." Zuan was also very troubled by this. Ever since the effects of the Divine Pattern Weapon Diagram and the Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique were combined, his current realm was completely different from that of other cultivators.

She obviously wouldn't understand if I told her I was level 70.

Zhao Xiaodie assumed he was deliberately hiding something and sneered, "I did underestimate you before, but now I'm going to get serious."

Even someone as powerful as the sect leader could sense something from him. This person must have practiced some kind of technique to conceal his aura. He couldn't possibly be stronger than the sect leader, could he?

As soon as she finished speaking, her robes fluttered, and she circled around Zu An like a butterfly. Somewhat wary of his previous methods, she dared not attack him rashly, but instead tried to confuse him with her dazzling movements and find an opening.

Her butterfly dance steps were a movement technique even her master praised, so dealing with this brat in front of her was more than enough.

"Huh, why is there so many flaws all over him?" Zhao Xiaodie wondered. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed like an ordinary person, so what was that move just now?

She hesitated for a moment, but gritted her teeth and attacked from behind. Anyway, she could transform into a butterfly and fly away, so she was already in an invincible position.

Just then, the other person's hand moved again.

She was startled. Thinking of what had just happened, she transformed into a sky full of butterflies to avoid them and flew away, just to be on the safe side.

Just then, she seemed to see a strange, large bird, and then an invisible sound wave spread out, leaving her mind blank.

The butterflies seemed to have been struck by frost, falling from the sky one after another, landing on the ground, and finally transforming back into her form.

When Zhao Xiaodie came to her senses, she found that the other person's hand was already on a major acupoint on her shoulder, and she couldn't muster any energy at all.

"Do you want to live?" The mocking voice came from the other party's ear. Zhao Xiaodie was filled with grief and indignation. She never expected that her words would be punished so quickly.