What happens when a murderer is seen committing murder?
In for a penny, in for a pound!
If it were Feng Jiuge, she would definitely eliminate the witness as well, leaving no one alive.
The aura behind her seemed to verify her thoughts, fluctuating rapidly and blocking her path of retreat.
She turned around. The space between the man’s brows and eyes was filled with dense killing intent as he stared at her coldly.
The blood on his body was dazzlingly vivid beyond compare, like gorgeously blooming red roses.
Beneath the fluttering blood-soaked clothes, his body was riddled with wounds.
Injured so heavily, yet still so formidable. If he were at his peak...
Feng Jiuge simply couldn’t find the words to describe this man’s terrifying strength.
If she fought him... it would be pure suicide, without even leaving a whole corpse. Just like those seven Purple Qi experts from earlier—there wasn’t even a body left to collect.
She concealed her shocked expression, the corners of her lips curving into a fawning smile. “Master, if I said I came to admire the moon, would you believe it?”
The man didn’t move an inch at her words. His face was deathly pale, yet his gaze was suffused with a sinister killing intent as he stared fixedly at Feng Jiuge.
Feng Jiuge chuckled foolishly twice at this. She placed her hands behind her back and raised her head to gaze at the star-filled sky, not knowing where the moon had hidden. Yet the smile on her face didn’t fade. Shaking her head, she actually began to express the poetic sentiment in her heart toward the night sky. “When will the bright moon appear? I raise my wine and ask the blue sky...”
“Pfft—”
The man across from her spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it directly all over Feng Jiuge’s face.
Truly... he had certainly given her a great deal of face.
Feng Jiuge’s body stiffened for a moment. Then, with her smile undiminished, she reached out to wipe the blood from her face. Her gaze turned to the man opposite her, and she had already gained some confidence in her heart.
So it wasn’t that he didn’t want to move against her, but that he couldn’t!
Good, absolutely wonderful!
He had forced her into such a sorry state just now, and then sprayed her face full of blood. Not taking revenge for a grudge was not the style of this Ninth Miss of the Xijing Family.
“Handsome, do you know why gorillas get pregnant?” Feng Jiuge leaned in close to the man’s face. Looking at the towering rage burning in his eyes, yet having no way to vent it, she felt absolutely delighted in her heart. She casually cracked a lame joke, even appearing to expect the other party to answer.
As it turned out, the other party was a block of wood, so Feng Jiuge had to entertain herself by asking and answering her own question. “Because—it’s all the moon’s fault!”
“Then I’ll send you to meet the moon!”
The cold-faced man’s five fingers clawed through the air. Feng Jiuge knew he was about to summon that monstrous blue whip from earlier. She quickly reined in her smile and shot forward, attacking the man first.
Her palms fluttered, and the surrounding leaves rose into the air like suspended sharp blades. With Feng Jiuge’s exertion, they all attacked toward the man.
Falling leaves that injure.
That man seemed to no longer have the strength to summon his blue whip. A faint blue-white halo floated up around him, yet it was like the most solid shield in the world, blocking all the omnidirectional attacks from every direction.
Soft leaves collided with the invisible qi wall, yet they emitted sounds similar to metal clashing—bang, bang, bang. The rebounding leaves were like flying knives, each piece embedding itself halfway into the soil.
Killing intent permeated the air.
The man raised his brows, looking at Feng Jiuge. The ruthlessness in his eyes was too thick to dissipate.
“Ancient martial arts!”
Feng Jiuge’s smiling eyes were like crescent moons. Her tone was neither angry nor heated, yet carried an air of undeniable certainty. “You have good eyesight.”