"Clang!"
Finally, with the last sound of metallic ringing,
all eighteen flying swords were knocked away.
This move alone was enough to prove that Ni Chang's strength was far superior to his.
"How can this be!"
He watched as all his flying swords fell to the ground.
The man's face couldn't help but change.
He quickly retreated.
But Zhao Jiaqi naturally wouldn't let her opponent go.
"Damn it, aren't you the one who looks down on women? Today I'll let you see how formidable women can be!"
Before her words even finished, she had already pounced again.
The Soft Sword in her hands, like a spirit snake, coiled towards his throat.
This move was especially fierce.
Without the protection of the flying swords, the opponent immediately became flustered.
Attempting to escape was already too late.
"How audacious!"
Just as he was about to be subdued,
suddenly a furious shout came.
Following closely, a streak of golden light shot from the corner of the street.
