Chapter 164
There was a woman who was just as angry as Yushin, perhaps even more so.
Isaac Xinyi, who had to witness the death of the master of the main sect before her eyes. She had to grit her teeth. The tears in her eyes were out of place on such a bloody battlefield.
But what could she do?
The people she’d spent her life with, the people she’d spent her life with, the people she’d shared a part of her life with, had been wiped out in an instant, and she had nowhere to go.
That’s right.
Amifa was destroyed. They were all dead and burned in a single day.
Isakshinni’s mouth tingled and tasted of blood, but she had only one purpose. To inflict the same pain on those who had taken everything from her.
That was the only reason she walked this earth.
And then.
“Alas, do not weep. I always take one of them home as booty, and there are already over twenty girls there. They are all so young and quarrelsome, and it would be wonderful if you could help them to settle down.”
The demonic spirit is gone.
Regardless of Isakshinni’s reaction, he holds up his hands, ugly and outstretched, and looks at the blood-red woman, admiring her briefly.
“Beautiful, properly aged, flavored, and tempered, I can’t wait to see how hot you’ll be at night.”
The gesture of his hand tugging at her bottom as he says this is enough to make her turn around, so she pulls herself closer and spins the sword in her tight grip.
Sometimes like a willow branch, sometimes like a silver thread on a fishing line, sharp and swift.
