Curvaceous and fair, her small calves lay exposed to the air, even a bit of her thighs visible outside.
Besides annoyance, her face betrays a shade of shyness, while a certain young man who just got kicked squarely only just steadied himself, his vision still blurry, nosebleed drip by drip wetting his chest. Who pays attention to where they’re hitting in the middle of a fight?
He had merely flicked his sword out of instinct, the very move he had learned from his own senior sister.
Holding his nose, eyes wide, a size 35 foot imprint on his face, it’s only now he realizes he somehow managed to slice a slit in her skirt, and looking at that leg...
Taut and powerful, fair and smooth, clearly well-maintained from regular exercise... what the hell am I even thinking.
His expression hardens, and he wishes he could backhand slap himself twice. This detestable witch had not only harmed the local villagers, but she also spared no mercy on children, even coaxing them into consuming poison. For such a person, he held no moral ground.
Nor any moral burden, insulting and breaking defenses as he pleases.
"Pah! Who would fancy your fat pig’s trotters! If you don’t produce the antidote today, I’ll carve the word ’justice’ into your thighs!"
After this remark, Cen Yueyue, standing not far off, suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere abruptly turned solemn.
The silence made the young man nervous; he sensed the woman before him seemed different from before, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.
But soon Cen Yueyue gave the young man his answer.
A mother-and-child ring rapidly shrank to fit her wrists, snugly fitting Cen Yueyue’s hands. Then, placing her hands on her hips, accompanied by the fluctuation of spiritual energy, scarlet fumes cloaked her body in an instant.
She took the silver crown off with her right hand, the crown shrinking smaller and smaller under the dumbstruck gaze of someone, until it neatly landed in the palm of her hand, looking no different than a pagoda. From it, he could catch a glimpse of an eyeball fixated on him.
Her left hand pulled out three silver hairpins from behind her head, clamped them between her fingers. The young man shivered from head to toe, under the illusion that no matter where he fled, those hairpins would pierce his throat.
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"You, you...you’ve reached Core Formation, heh, hahaha, congratulations, congratulations..."
His mouth trembled a few times.
Yes, this was the reason for his dumbstruck state.
He just remembered, this young lady before him had not used any spiritual energy from start to finish; she was merely parrying with martial skills, making him assume that the Southern Border Witch Clan’s practice methods differed from those in the Central Plains.
She was merely playing house with him.
The spiritual energy burst forth from within her instantly, that vast spiritual energy already multiple times stronger than the top-grade Foundation Establishment Wu Fangsheng from before!
The scarlet poison spread rapidly through the air, eventually forming a totem behind the girl, staring straight at him.
His blurry eyes became crystal clear in an instant.
"Pig’s trotters... no, I mean, Heroine, the incident just now was all a misunderstanding; it was due to your aggressive attacks forcing me to act out of desperation to preserve my life."
"In a society spar, one should stop at an accepted limit; I admit defeat."
"As for the villagers of this place... err, you can deal with them as you see fit, I’ll take my leave first."