Li Mochou’s willow-leaf eyebrows stood on end, and a fierce glint flashed across her beautiful eyes. With a wave of her delicate hand, she retrieved a shimmering, frost-cold long sword from her storage ring. Accompanied by a crisp "clang," the sharp weapon instantly left its scabbard.
Without the slightest hesitation, she swung the sword and cleanly lopped off the heads of the natives kneeling before her, sending blood splashing in all directions.
Immediately following this, she let out a sharp cry and charged like a female warrior into the crowd of kneeling natives. Every time her sword rose and fell, it was accompanied by a fierce whistling wind and merciless killing intent.
Chapter 77