Blood gushed from A Yao's mouth. This blow had seriously injured her, but her opponent had clearly held back.
Ah Yao now realizes that she had seriously underestimated the other party.
She gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at Lou Munan, her hatred screaming, yet unable to kill him.
"It's not too late for you to apologize, beg for forgiveness, and say something nice," Lou Munan said with a light laugh. Looking at A Yao's expression, filled with hatred for him, he tried to ignore the burning, almost melting, curse mark on his chest. He looked at A Yao and said gently:
"Throw away your sword now and come into my arms, and I will forgive and forget what you did before."
Seeing that A Yao remained unmoved, Lou Munan's amber eyes turned bloodshot, and the entire world seemed to be shrouded in layers of hazy, invisible mist. His originally deep and magnetic voice now sounded like it had a million hooks stuck in it:
"You know you can't get revenge, so why throw your life away? If you die, Xu Fengzhi won't live either. It's such a pity for a beauty like you to die. What is the purpose of your cultivation? Is it just to throw your life away for a man? I can give you a lot of happiness that you can't even imagine, as long as you put down your sword."
The sound seemed to penetrate into Ayao's brain, making her thoughts sluggish and her eyes gradually become glazed.
She slowly loosened her grip on the sword.
She walked slowly towards Lou Munan, step by step.
The black-haired, red-eyed man watched smugly as the girl approached him step by step. When she reached him, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.
The man put one arm around the girl's slender waist and the other hand on her smooth chin. He lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss started off tender and lingering, but when he thought of the girl's eyes that had just looked at him as if she wanted to tear him to pieces, the kiss immediately became domineering, as if he wanted to devour the girl in his arms.
The girl was forced to endure it. She tilted her head back slightly, and suddenly she raised one hand. A flash of cold light appeared in her hand, and a short sword appeared in her hand.
The short sword was covered in numerous restrictions and was also highly poisonous.
The short sword stabbed fiercely at the man.
However, the short sword was only millimeters away from the man's body when it couldn't pierce any further; A-Yao's hand was grabbed. Lou Mu-Nan held A-Yao's wrist, a "just as I thought" expression on his face. A-Yao's face was full of anger; she tried to break free from his grip, but his hold on her hand was like an iron clamp.
"How did I know you would do this? You really have no patience. If I were you, I would have done it on the bed first," Lou Munan said in a frivolous tone.
Seeing that she couldn't break free from his grasp, A Yao kicked out with her left foot, aiming a kick at Lou Munan.
Lou Munan turned around, released her hand, and went behind her.
A Yao turned around to stab him, but he dodged too fast. After A Yao missed with her first stab, she stabbed several more times, but she still managed to hit him. Instead, with a tearing sound, her left sleeve was ripped off, revealing her smooth and flawless white arm.
Enraged, A Yao drew her sword again, slashing several times, but either missed or struck only afterimages.
Lou Munan chuckled and reached out to grab A Yao's chest. A Yao immediately dodged, but it was too late. With a tearing sound, a large piece of fabric was ripped off, revealing her shoulders, right arm, and a large expanse of skin on her chest.
Lou Munan held the piece of cloth torn from A Yao's body in his hand, his handsome face bearing a mocking smile.
Ayao's anger surged tenfold. He could have killed her immediately, but he didn't. Each time, he deliberately didn't hurt her, but tore her clothes, clearly intending to humiliate her.
The man smiled as he looked at the annoyed girl, and waved the fabric in his hand:
"If you keep fighting with me, you'll be naked. Are you sure you want to continue?"
Ayao clenched her free hand into a fist, glaring angrily at Lou Munan a few steps away, her expression one of disdain:
"Men always think that if they strip a woman naked, violate her, and humiliate her, she will break down. From ancient times to the present, you filthy and despicable men have liked to use this method to deal with women. Indeed, many women have been driven to their deaths by you in this way, but if you think I am that kind of woman, you are very wrong."
The black-haired, blue-eyed girl unleashed a powerful aura, roaring, "Don't underestimate me! You scum!!"
boom!
Phoenix fire erupted from her body, burning all her clothes to ashes and turning the surrounding world into a sea of fire once again, completely exposing her beautiful, snow-white body to the man's view.
The firelight illuminated every part of her body clearly, but there was not a trace of shame, fear, helplessness, cowardice, apprehension, or weakness on her face; her gaze was filled only with overwhelming rage and hatred.
A naked girl, holding a short sword in both hands, her hair flying in the flames.
This scene, reflected in Lou Munan's eyes, made him widen his gaze in astonishment. If A Yao were a frivolous woman, her behavior would not have surprised Lou Munan at all. It was precisely because he knew A Yao was not the kind of woman who liked to use her beauty as a weapon against men that he was surprised.
Throughout his long life, many women had tried to seduce him with their beauty, but this was the first time a woman had undressed in front of him not to seduce him, but to despise him—it was a form of contempt.
At that moment, he even felt a sense of shock.
It was this moment of mental turmoil that gave Ayao the opportunity.
Ten steps is a very short distance. In a flash, A Yao covered the distance and stabbed Lou Munan in the abdomen with her short sword.
The restriction on the short sword collapsed the moment it pierced Lou Munan's body. After the restriction collapsed, an eternal and righteous aura burst forth from the short sword.
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