THUD!
The flat-headed brute once again made intimate, negative-distance contact with the ground—face-first.
Dirt and stone flew as the earth cracked.
A massive crater dozens of feet deep had been violently smashed into existence.
When Niu Kexin hauled the flat-headed brute up again, his nose was caved in, half his teeth were gone, and his face was smeared with blood.
He was a wretched a sight as one could imagine.
Witnessing this, the crowd's expressions collectively twisted. They recoiled, unable to look directly at the scene.
Even Mo Qi wiped his face, which was covered in a cold sweat.
'Sister Kexin is still Sister Kexin, after all. Her violent streak hasn't faded with age.'
'Maybe it was because she hadn't yet adapted to the transition from mortal to Cultivator, or maybe Uncle Niu's death made her more cautious, so she never showed her true self.'
