"Hahaha, not bad at all, kid! With a blow like that, ordinary Saints wouldn't even have a chance to react before being smashed into a pulp." The frail-looking old man laughed wildly and uninhibitedly, then suddenly withdrew his gigantic hammer—which seemed capable of shaking the heavens and earth—leaving behind a violent surge of turbulent air.
At that very instant, the female figure, moving like a ghost with a cyan-black dagger gleaming in her hand, flashed like lightning straight toward Jiang Chen's black-robed avatar. Her movements were swift and fierce, sweeping past like a tempest, impossible to pin down.
"Little brother, aren't you a bit too careless, letting big sis get close so easily?" she teased, a playful arc playing at the corners of her lips, though her icy eyes held no warmth at all—only a thirst for slaughter.
Chapter 145