After hearing Long Yan's words, Huqiu lost the last bit of her patience. A vicious light flickered in her green pupils, a sight that greatly diminished her beauty, but at this moment, Huqiu no longer cared about that.
In her hand appeared a long whip, its tip flickering with a green luminescence that suggested a high toxicity.
The Lu Xian Sword in Long Yan's hand chopped towards Huqiu. Between wide swings, the stars danced behind Long Yan, but this beautiful sight concealed a deadly threat. Long Yan struck without hesitation, the tip of the sword aiming straight for Huqiu's snow-white neck.
This oppressive scene did not cause any change of expression on Huqiu's beautiful face. She merely took a step back with her slender legs, and the Lu Xian Sword brushed past the front of her neck. It appeared dangerous but caused no harm to Huqiu.
