At this moment, Pei Yuhang, who now possessed only Mortal Power, watched Ji Shenyun approach. He stood as straight as a Treasure Sword, his Silent Sword still raised, poised to strike at a moment's notice.
Ji Shenyun could not detect a hint of fear in the eyes of this man. Though his state was wretched, his bearing remained ethereal, and this inexplicably angered her.
'Why? Why can't he just obediently submit to me!'
'Qing Yueqiu is just like this... Or rather, that little bitch must have learned it from you, her wretched master. You don't know how to bow to power; you just want to draw your sword and fight back!'
'So weak, yet so arrogant!'
'It seems that to train you into a dog that begs and wags its tail for me, I must first shatter that unyielding Sword Bone of yours!'
Ji Shenyun sneered, pointing to the unconscious Nangong Jin and the heavily wounded Shang Miaoyan.
"Pei Yuhang, look at all these gravely injured people. This calamity is all because of you."
