This was a terrifying form of swordsmanship. Even though her realm had reached a highly proficient level, she still knew that she was no match for this swordsmanship.
If she had a chance to make a move, there would at least be a sliver of hope, a possibility to chastise the other’s arrogant pride.
But now, she had absolutely no opportunity to strike.
The opponent’s Sword Intent was like the Heavenly Dao Tribulation, an oppressive aura bearing down on her, suffocating even her breath.
This aura clearly wouldn’t kill her, yet it allowed no chance of escape.
This was a desperate and lonely assault of Sword Intent, truly maddening.
She could not withstand the oppressive force, the suppression, and could only suffer bitterly. She actually had a chance to flee, but ultimately she couldn’t leave in front of Lan Ruo and Xian Yue, because the pain from this sinister Sword Intent was far less than the pain of seeing the disappointment in the eyes of those two women.
She did not want to disappoint Lan Ruo and Xian Yue.
So she could have fled but didn’t.
She gritted her teeth, her body already soaked with her own sweat, and at that moment, Zhou Yan approached her with a wicked smile.
Lan Ruo and Xian Yue naively watched as Zhou Yan approached their aunt, even forgetting to move to save her; they could hardly believe their aunt could not withstand even a single move.
And by the time they came to their senses, they could no longer discern Zhou Yan’s movements—in fact, at that moment, Zhou Yan’s hand had already reached out.
"You dare! If you dishonor me, I will—ah—"
"Forget to tell you, I really dislike being threatened."
While Guan Qiushui was speaking, Zhou Yan unabashedly squeezed hard.
That squeeze, even though through the Spirit Armor clothing, sent a shiver through Zhou Yan’s heart.
Guan Qiushui, full of embarrassment and anger, was about to explode, to lash out, but Zhou Yan’s powerful Sword Intent suppressed her on the spot.
This Sword Intent, terrifyingly potent, seemed to carry an energy of space, making her feel as if she was trapped in quicksand, devoid of any strength to struggle.
Guan Qiushui’s eyes seemed to spit fire, but as she was about to burst, she found herself unable to move, and in an instant, she lost all her fighting capability, could only be violated, her complexion turning deathly pale with despair.
The previous despairing Sword Intent seemed at that moment to even more deeply trigger agony in both her body and mind.
She wanted to speak, at that moment she couldn’t even spit out words, and it was then that she truly felt Zhou Yan... was truly terrifying.
She somewhat regretted provoking such an evil man.
She stood beside Zhou Yan, suddenly lowered her head, as if acquiescing to Zhou Yan’s actions, utterly powerless to resist.
She didn’t even know how Zhou Yan... made his move.
Without seeing even how the enemy moved, she deeply understood the dreadful gap between herself and the opponent.
Thus, as she bowed her head, tears of humiliation filled her eyes.
"Zhou...Zhou Lingzhe, please spare my aunt..."
"Zhou Lingzhe, my master is actually tough on the outside but soft on the heart, she meant no harm, just worried about us sisters being deceived, I hope you won’t blame her."
After hesitating for a moment, Lan Ruo and Xian Yue finally faintly sensed something was wrong, and thus immediately pleaded earnestly.
"Well, of course, why would I quibble with you young ladies?"
Zhou Yan chuckled, and while speaking, he kept pinching... to the extent that he seemed reluctant to let go.
Guan Qiushui’s face burned like fire, tears of humiliation already streaming, yet her body felt an inexplicable comfort.
This feeling, even more humiliating, also made her feel incredibly worthless, her heart filled with conflict, and her hatred for Zhou Yan deepened even more.
At that moment, Zhou Yan suddenly let go and looked at her with a mocking gaze, coldly said, "Don’t look at me with that kind of gaze, or maybe something more in-depth could happen."
Zhou Yan’s words seemed casual, but they made Guan Qiushui’s heart skip a beat, her eyes suddenly filled with deep fear, and thus she calmed down instantly.
Although her hatred deepened, she dared not show it anymore.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yan did not advance further, but rather sized up Guan Qiushui from head to toe, then suddenly tore off the mask on her cheek and held it in his hands to scrutinize.
Once the mask fell, the air of cold, evil, and ugliness disappeared, replaced by an exquisitely beautiful face.
This face, tender and beautiful, stunningly delicate, like jade or Haoyue, incredibly brittle, was quite shocking.
Even though they knew she was beautiful, when Lan Ruo and Xian Yue saw their aunt’s true face, they couldn’t conceal their shock.
Guan Qiushui also thought that after her true face was revealed, she would face even worse disgrace from Zhou Yan, but after he lifted her mask, Zhou Yan only glanced indifferently at her face, his gaze clear as water, without any further disturbance, but instead stared intently and gravely at the mask for a long while.
His focused manner, his cold and determined look, at this moment possessed an indescribable charm; Guan Qiushui originally looked at Zhou Yan with hatred and apprehension, but seeing him in this manner, involuntarily gasped in surprise, her gaze also momentarily stuck.